Amidst the chaos, all the team members finally returned to the ground.

The Gryffindor team won, but they couldn't smile when they saw the Hufflepuffs celebrating not far away.

The score was not widened, they were still one hundred and ninety points behind Hufflepuff, everything was the same as at the beginning.

On the other hand, the Hufflepuff team, which nominally lost the game, was as lively as if it was Christmas.

“You really did it!”

Qiu jumped up and down excitedly, "I saw your plan a long time ago... Giving up the Golden Snitch is simply too risky. I can't even imagine what will happen if I fail. Fortunately, you succeeded!"

"Success is a given." Cedric said with a smile, "Don't forget that we have the best Chasers and the most courageous Beaters... In front of them, a Firebolt is nothing more than a big deal."

"It's mainly because you held Harry back." Kyle said with a smile, "Otherwise, we wouldn't have had so much time to score."

"Yes, Captain!" Mikel patted his shoulder vigorously, "Use a Nimbus 1700 to hold the Firebolt for half an hour. To be honest... I wouldn't be surprised if you received an invitation from a professional team tomorrow, just like that Kru... um, what was that guy's name?"

"Krum. Viktor Krum."

Qiu said, "He is a student at Durmstrang and the most talented seeker in centuries. Last year, he was already sought after by several well-known Quidditch teams.

There is news that he will also represent Bulgaria in the Quidditch World Cup next year."

Cedric originally wanted to be modest. After all, in terms of talent as a seeker, he was not as good as Krum. That was a fact.

When he was fifteen, he had already become famous in the Quidditch field. He was also fifteen years old, but he had not received a single invitation letter from a professional team... not even an invitation to be a substitute.

But seeing Qiu's excited expression, Cedric swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and responded vaguely instead.

It is not known whether he agrees with Qiu or is responding to Mikel.

…

"Shameful trick!"

At this moment, Professor McGonagall's angry roar suddenly came from not far away.

"Despicable, cowardly attempt to play a trick on the Gryffindor Seeker! Detentions for each of you, and fifty points deducted from Slytherin!"

Everyone turned around in confusion and saw Professor McGonagall with an angry face and several people falling together on the court.

Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe and Marcus Flint... they were scrambling to get out of long, hooded black robes, and from the looks of them, Malfoy should be standing on Goyle's shoulders.

Obviously, the "Dementors" just now were them in disguise.

You know what, these people really put a lot of effort into it. Not only did they choose robes of the same color as the Dementors, they also cut them into tattered pieces. If you look down from a high place, it really looks like the real thing.

George was standing nearby, holding the bat tightly in his hand... He had just taken a quick glance and screamed out subconsciously.

If Harry was distracted and lost the Golden Snitch, they would definitely lose the game, and he really didn't know how he would face the other team members then.

Thinking of this, George quietly aimed at Marcus Flint's head and raised the stick in his hand quietly.

But the next second, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley, thank you."

Dumbledore seemed not to notice his little action and walked straight towards him from behind.

"I got word that the Dementors are back here... How strange, as far as I know, they should all be in Hogsmeade by now."

"No wonder..." Professor Dumbledore suddenly said, "What about Severus? Does he know about this?"

"Probably not yet."

"Then let someone notify him..."

Afterwards, Malfoy and his companions were taken back to the castle by Professor McGonagall.

As soon as they left the field, the Gryffindor students burst into laughter, as if they had won the Quidditch Cup. Ron stood at the front of the crowd, laughing so hard that he almost collapsed.

"No wonder I didn't feel cold at all..." Cedric said, "I thought it was because I learned the Patronus Charm."

"Fifty points deducted, detention... I can see that Professor McGonagall is really angry this time."

"Who told them to cause trouble at a Quidditch match?"

Kyle said with some amusement, "Besides, both Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore hate Dementors very much. They deserve it."

"Forget it..." Cedric shook his head, "The others are already preparing to leave, so let's go back as well."

Several people left the stadium in a hurry without even changing their team uniforms. They were not in a hurry to celebrate, but to send several injured players to the school hospital.

The two Chasers in particular had lost some of the excitement of the game and now they only felt the pain of their broken arms.

And Mikel...he even has a lisp when he speaks.

…

In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey skillfully reattached Grace's arm while complaining that Quidditch games were too dangerous.

"Don't remove the bandages, and don't lift anything too heavy. Just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

"As for you..." She looked at Mikkel again, "Your clothes are in the closet. Find a bed by yourself. You will probably have to stay here for two days."

"What?" Mikel almost jumped up when he heard her words, "It's just a few fillings, do you still need to be hospitalized?"

There would surely be a lively party in the common room tonight, and Mikel didn't want to miss it.

"Can I come back on Monday?" he asked tentatively.

"Of course not!"

Madam Pomfrey raised her voice. "I'm surprised you weren't carried here after being hit on the head by a Bludger... In any case, you must undergo a detailed examination!"

"I wasn't hit directly..." Mikel quickly explained, "I missed the shot and the Bludger bounced onto my face. It's not serious at all."

"That won't do!" Madam Pomfrey said sternly, "No matter what, you have to stay here today, or I will tell Professor Sprout."

When Mikel heard the name of his dean, his face fell.

He knew that he would not be able to escape this time. Even if he tried to escape, he would be caught and brought back.

Banquet...

Mikel felt so upset. Why did he miss the shot?

(End of this chapter)