"Wood is right..." Cedric smiled, "Come on."

For a moment, Harry thought Wood must be beside himself with rage.

The Seekers of other teams are relatively smaller and more agile, with Hufflepuff being the only exception.

Cedric is a tall and strong man, and if he really bumped into someone, who knows who would fall off the broom.

Harry swung the Firebolt upwards and soon they were higher up the pitch.

The competition has now entered a white-hot stage...

"Hufflepuff leads 90 to 10... Potter seems to be in some trouble... Oh, the Firebolt is flying, look at its turn... Diggory's Nimbus 1700 can't compare with it at all. The Firebolt's precise balance ability is especially reflected in the long-term..."

"Jordan! Did the Firebolt pay you to do advertising? Hurry up and commentate on the game!"

"Okay Professor..."

No one cares anymore about what happens in the stands.

When Kyle threw the Quaffle into the goal again, George frowned slightly, said something to Fred, and then tentatively hit the Bludger in Cedric's direction.

At the same time, Fred also set his sights on another Chaser.

However, the Hufflepuff Beaters just raised their eyes and had no intention of helping. Even though the two Bludgers flew away, they still followed Kyle closely.

Cedric spun in the air and dodged the Bludger, but the other Chaser was not so lucky and was hit on the arm. He grimaced in pain, but fortunately he did not fall.

"Don't target Kyle anymore, it's useless!" Fred shouted immediately, "He's protected like an iron barrel, there's no chance!"

"Then target the others!" George said, "When he's the only one left, we can still catch up with the score!"

The two of them hit the Bludger directly at Grace, but she dodged it flexibly.

They had been training to dodge Bludgers for a month, just for this moment.

With Fred and George's reminder, Gryffindor also discovered Hufflepuff's purpose... Four protecting one, except for the seeker and the goalkeeper, everyone else was clearing obstacles for Kyle.

The three Chasers rushed over collectively, trying to stop Kyle.

But before they could get any closer, they found the path in front of them blocked by the Hufflepuff players.

Not enough Chasers? No problem, there are Beaters to fill in... The meaning is also very clear, just come and hit them however you want, at worst we will all be eliminated...

"This style of fighting is so rogue, who on earth came up with it!" Angelina's face turned red with anger.

She certainly couldn't go out with the Hufflepuff players. Without their obstruction, Kyle would be able to score more smoothly.

In the moment he was distracted, Kyle had already flown past, used a fake move to trick Wood away, and threw the Quaffle into the goal post.

"100 to 10!"

Jordan shouted, his attention moving away from the Firebolt for the first time.

"Hufflepuff made a way for Kyle and nothing could stop him from scoring, no one!

The speed of the Nimbus 2000 was brought to its limit. He grabbed the ball neatly and swiftly, and had flexible flying skills... He was like a fire dragon that broke into a sheepfold, a scoring machine! The score was getting bigger and bigger... Could the Firebolt turn the tide... There wasn't much time left for Potter."

Listening to the voice on the commentary desk, Harry became more and more anxious.

But he couldn't get rid of Cedric.

Harry tried various methods, but the other party seemed to have completely treated him as the Golden Snitch and always kept biting him.

There was no other way. In order to get rid of Cedric's interference, Harry could only speed up continuously, looking around for the golden light while flying.

Although it is difficult to focus all your attention on finding the thief, it is much better than having your view blocked by others all the time.

There was another round of exclamations from the stands...

"Another goal?" Harry thought to himself and raised his head subconsciously.

Wait... No! He saw that the Quaffle was still in Katie's hand, and Cedric, who had been following him, suddenly began to dive towards the ground.

"Did he see the Snitch?!"

Harry didn't have time to think about it, so he turned his broom around and chased after him. Cedric suddenly stopped diving, but he couldn't stop and kept falling.

He was actually fooled by a Wronski fake move, and he had used the same trick just a few minutes ago.

“What a pity…”

Cedric sighed. This distance was his limit. If he went any further, he might not be able to stop.

But I finally bought some time.

He had indeed seen the Golden Snitch just now, but it was in the opposite direction, above Harry's head...but he was flying too fast to notice it.

A few seconds later, the ashamed and angry Harry rose up again like a bullet.

At this time, two Bludgers flew towards Cedric, one on the left and one on the right, passing between him and Harry.

Fred and George had always thought that Harry, with the Firebolt in his hand, could easily deal with Cedric, but now it seemed that this was not the case.

Wood was still thinking about scoring points before the game, what a dream! If Cedric drags it on, they might really lose.

And with their help, Harry was completely liberated.

Cedric was so busy that he finally managed to concentrate on finding the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch.

Then he saw it...near the Slytherin stand, the glittering golden snitch.

Harry began to speed up. This time, no one could stop him. He was about to win. The Snitch was about to be caught. At this moment...

"Oh!" George shouted, pointing down.

Harry was distracted and looked down.

Three hooded Dementors were standing there, looking up at him...

Strange, why did the Dementors appear in the stands...

Harry didn't have time to think too much. He put a hand into his team robes, pulled out the wand tucked in there, and yelled, "Expecto Patronus!"

A silver-white object emerged from the tip of the wand and shot straight at the Dementors, but Harry did not stop to look closely, his eyes still looking forward... Almost there, he reached out the hand that still held the wand and grabbed the struggling thief.

Madam Hooch's whistle blew...

At the same time, the Quaffle brushed past Wood's fingertips and fell right into the goal post.

The scoreboards on both sides flashed at the same time.

160:160 The cheers were deafening, as if they were going to collapse the stadium. The crowd clapped excitedly, their hands turning red from clapping.

"Incredible... Hufflepuff did it, I can't believe it, they defeated the Firebolt!" Lee Jordan roared.

Professor McGonagall stood behind him, clapping her hands excitedly, and didn't even correct him.

Because Harry finally caught the Golden Snitch, according to the rules, Gryffindor should be the winner.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

In most people's minds, Hufflepuff is the real winner.

Cedric used an old Nimbus 1700 to hold back Harry, who had a Firebolt.

And Kyle, who, with the help of his teammates, scored 150 points alone...

In their opinion, this was almost the best Quidditch match in recent years.

Kyle turned in the air and saw six yellow blurs flying towards him.

Each of them was injured. Grace and another Chaser's arms were hanging limply. Mikkel had a clear Bludger mark on his face and had lost several teeth.

But everyone looked very happy and hugged Kyle so hard that they almost knocked him off his broom.

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(End of this chapter)