However, the newspaper did not mention the prophecy. It only said that Voldemort led his Death Eaters to try to steal something and destroyed the main hall.

Therefore, in the eyes of many people, this was Voldemort declaring war on the Ministry of Magic, which also meant that he had gathered enough followers and was ready to stir up trouble at any time... At the same time, it also made them feel uneasy.

But none of this has anything to do with the students at Hogwarts.

In the afternoon, almost all the teachers and students in the school were at the Quidditch field, watching the most important final of this school year.

Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor, the total score difference between the two teams is only 20 points, which is a negligible gap. It can be said that whoever wins this game will win the Quidditch Cup.

From the beginning of the game until now, the cheers and encouragement from the stands have never stopped, and everyone is doing their best to support the team they support.

"For both teams, this is a game they absolutely cannot lose..."

Lee Jordan said loudly in the commentary booth: "Whether it is Cedric and Ted from Hufflepuff, or the Weasley brothers and Angelina from Gryffindor, they will all graduate next year, and no one wants to leave Hogwarts with regrets!

"...Oh, the Quaffle is in Kyle's hands again, which is not good news for Gryffindor... Angelina rushed towards Kyle... Unfortunately, her broom could not catch up with the Firebolt..."

This time, Li Jordan did not make any jokes or tease his teammates as usual. Instead, he explained the game in a very professional manner throughout.

Because not only the people he mentioned before, but also himself who is already in seventh grade, this game is of great significance to him.

"Oh, look, Harry found the Golden Snitch." Lee Jordan's voice had become hoarse from screaming for so long, but he didn't care at all. He leaned half of his body out of the commentary desk and shouted:

"It's just opposite the Ravenclaw stand, and Cedric saw it too... They started to speed up... Who can catch the Snitch? I really hope someone can give me a panoramic telescope...

"Look at the other side, Kyle has also come to the goal post... He threw the Quaffle... It was the middle goal post... Can Ginny... Oh, she blocked it, the temporarily appointed goalkeeper saved this most crucial goal!"

As Lee Jordan roared, Madam Hooch blew her whistle.

The Golden Snitch was caught.

Harry raised his arms high, and a pair of wings appeared between his fingers and flapped weakly.

There was a sudden burst of enthusiastic noise from the audience.

The game is over.

Gryffindor won 210:220 , and this was also the first time they defeated Hufflepuff in six years, ending their undefeated myth.

The players hugged each other excitedly, surrounding Harry and Ginny in the middle.

When everyone returned to the field, Dumbledore smiled and brought the glittering golden Quidditch Cup.

"Congratulations!" he said as he handed the trophy to Cedric.

Yes, Gryffindor won the game, but they also lost the game.

Because before the game started, Hufflepuff's total score was 20 points higher than theirs, but at the end of the game, they were only leading by 10 points.

"What a shame..." Neville sighed in the stands, "If only Harry could catch the Golden Snitch when we were leading by 70 points."

"He knows this is impossible." Hermione, who had just been discharged from the hospital, said, "Hufflepuff's chasers are too strong. It's useless to delay it any further. They may even be overtaken."

"Ah, that's true." Neville nodded, and then cheered with everyone else.

At least they beat Hufflepuff for once.

"Honestly," Cedric looked at Kyle in the locker room and asked, "Did you do this on purpose?"

"What on purpose?" Kyle asked.

"Of course it's the last ball." Cedric folded his uniform solemnly. "At such a close distance, I don't think you will lose the ball. And you are facing Ginny, a goalkeeper who was temporarily pulled in to make up the numbers."

"Ginny's flying isn't bad, is she?" Kyle said, "And you think too highly of me. Even those famous chasers in professional teams can't guarantee that they can hit the target every time.

"Besides, isn't the current situation pretty good? Both sides won the game...it's a win-win situation, and everyone is happy."

"That's right." Cedric put the team uniforms into a bag.

By the time they walked out of the locker room, all the spectators had left. The stadium, which had been bustling with activity five minutes ago, was now completely silent.

Cedric just stood quietly at the door of the locker room, and seemed to be able to faintly hear the cheers around him.

At this time, other players also came over from the locker room.

"Want to watch it a little longer?" Kyle asked.

"No thanks." Cedric said, he turned around, chatted and laughed with everyone, and strode out of the court.

"I can't believe we won the sixth consecutive championship..."

"Professor Sprout is very happy. I have never seen her so happy in recent times..."

"Professor McGonagall seems quite happy too..."

"Yes, this is the best outcome..."

"Banquet, we must have a banquet..."

"It would be nice if we celebrated with Gryffindor. It would be great."

"How about holding a celebratory banquet in the auditorium..."

"Of course you can, but the Slytherin and Ravenclaw people will definitely not be happy. If you get beaten up, don't let us get involved."

…

When the team returned to the castle, they suddenly found that the Gryffindors had already started celebrating. They gathered in groups of three or four, talking and laughing loudly.

Even though the Slytherins deliberately mentioned that Gryffindor lost the Quidditch Cup, they didn't care at all, and when they saw Kyle and the others, they greeted them warmly.

After putting the broom back in the dormitory, Kyle went out to the field again.

The scorching sun was shining brightly on the ground, but there were still many people on the field. Everyone was lying on the grass, sunbathing, chatting, eating snacks, reading the Daily Prophet, and enjoying the rare peaceful time.

As Kyle walked over, some people waved at him and said that today's game was the most exciting one they had ever seen.

Kyle responded with a smile, but he didn't really care... Someone said this in the last game and the game before that.

Connor was in the library, and she was probably the only one who needed to read at this time.

Fred and George are also busy preparing for the opening of the store and have not been seen recently.

Kyle was a little bored, so he planned to return Lou Williams first.

I don’t know if Hagrid was waiting here on purpose. Kyle had moved as far away from the cabin as possible, but he was still discovered by him when he was about to enter the woods.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

Kyle could hear Hagrid's loud voice from a distance.

"You're going the wrong way, this way..."

There was no choice but Kyle to turn around and walk towards Hagrid.

"Today's game was great." In the cabin, Hagrid poured Kyle a glass of dandelion juice. "I can't think of a better result than this."

"Me too, actually." Kyle picked up the cup and took a sip of the drink that Hagrid had just made.

The taste was slightly bitter, but Hagrid seemed to have added honey, so it tasted okay.

"I heard it all..." Hagrid said suddenly, his face becoming serious. "I have to say, Kyle, you've gone too far this time."

Kyle was startled, thinking that Hagrid was referring to him kidnapping Lu Wei. Just as he was about to explain, he heard Hagrid say again: "You actually kept the cat and leopard secrets from me!"

"What, Cat-Cat?" Kyle blinked.

"Yes, I've heard that the magical cat-leopard saved Harry twice in the Department of Mysteries." Hagrid said with some complaint, "You know I like those magical animals very much, but you have been hiding it from me. Isn't it too much?

"Or do you think I would tell this to the professor or anyone else?"

Kyle opened the box.

The next second, the cat jumped out. It first looked around, and after finding that there was no danger, it lay down next to Kyle and licked its fur lazily.

Hagrid's hand, which was about to drink tea, stopped in mid-air and stared at the panther with deep fascination in his eyes.

The panther seemed to have noticed something. It raised its head and looked at Hagrid for a while before lying down again.

"It's really beautiful, isn't it?" Hagrid threw the cup aside and looked at the six legs of the cat. "It must be very fast when it runs."

"Yeah." Kyle nodded. "Let's put it this way. Except for the Firebolt, the speed of the Cat Panther is faster than any other flying broom."

Hagrid's eyes grew hotter.

"Can we leave it in the Forbidden Forest?" he asked. "I can take care of it."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Kyle could answer, a whimpering sound suddenly came from the side.

Yaya curled up in a corner near the bed, whimpering with his tail between his legs, as if trying to squeeze himself out of the cabin.

It has been like this since it came out of the Panthers, but this is normal. Adult Panthers are top-notch even among magical creatures. There is even a special Panther Academy in Ilvermorny, which selects students who admire warriors, have quick skills and strong physique, a bit like Gryffindor.

Being in the same small room with this 5X-level magical creature, the fact that Yaya did not faint on the spot was a miracle that was better than 99% of the dogs.

This is probably also related to its experience.

As Hagrid's inseparable companion, Fang often goes in and out of the Forbidden Forest and can be considered a dog that has seen the world.

Hagrid often said that it was timid, but it was just an ordinary Neapolitan Mastiff without the blood of any magical creature. Of course it would be afraid when facing creatures like centaurs and unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. It was instinct.

Any other dog wouldn't even need to go to the Forbidden Forest; it would be too frightened to move a mile away.

“It’s torn apart.”

Kyle took out his wand and made a hole in the wall, and Fang immediately jumped out.

"Repaired." Kyle waved his wand again and patched up the hole.

After doing all this, he continued, "I'm sorry, Hagrid, the cat can't stay in the Forbidden Forest. I borrowed it from Newt to teach Harry how to block his brain. I have to go back during the holidays."

"Is that so?" Hagrid looked a little disappointed, but said with some longing: "Mr. Scamander must have a lot of magical creatures there."

"There are fewer now," Kyle said. "Most of the magical animals were sent back to their respective habitats by him. The ones that are left now are those that refused to leave or those that were injured and could not survive in the natural environment, as well as their offspring.

"More importantly, Newt has been banned from entering almost all countries. Even if we want to send him, we can't. Besides, he is almost a hundred years old. It is impossible for him to use the same methods as when he was young."

When he was young, Newt dared to cross two countries on an airbird, and he could also fight wits and courage with local Aurors with his skillful Apparition.

But twenty years ago, Tina didn't allow him to do that anymore.

"I really want to go and see it..." said Hagrid, continuing to stare at the panther in fascination.

This time Kyle said nothing.

He could have introduced Hagrid to Newt, but he didn't intend to do so.

It’s not because Hagrid often lets slip in front of Harry... Of course, that’s part of the reason, but the main reason is that he and Newt disagree on certain ideas.

Just based on the exploding-tailed skrewt he had tinkered with, it was hard for the two of them to have any common topics.

And Hagrid prefers dangerous animals with fangs and claws, which is also different from Newt.

Although there were quite a few magical creatures of this kind in Newt's box, there were more common magical creatures like the Moonbeast or the Niffler.

Hagrid knew this as well, so he didn't say anything else, but just got up and went outside the house.

After a while, Hagrid came back with a lot of food, including polecat, ox legs, warthog...all of which he prepared for the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

"Take a quick look and see which one you like." Hagrid squatted in front of the panther and asked expectantly.

The cat-leopard first took a look at the polecat that had not even had its hair removed, and pushed it aside with some disgust, as if it couldn't understand who would like to eat such "junk food".

In the end, it chose beef leg over warthog meat.

The main reason is that it had just eaten a hearty warthog meal yesterday, and it wanted to change its taste and eat something lighter.

Kyle stayed in the cabin until almost evening, and then returned to the castle under Hagrid's reluctant look.

On the way back, Kyle kept feeling like he seemed to have forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Forget it, it shouldn't be important." Kyle shook his head and walked down the stone steps into the castle.

…

On the day before the holiday, everyone was discharged from the hospital. Sirius, Lupin, and Moody all accepted Dumbledore's invitation to attend the dinner.

Unlike the complete silence when he first came, when Moody limped into the auditorium, there was a burst of loud applause and cheers all around.

They were all professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and were one of the most popular few, with their popularity remaining high.

"This feels pretty good," Moody said as he sat down in the teacher's seat.

No wonder Dumbledore stayed in school all the time and didn't go anywhere... If there were no more important tasks, being a professor in school would seem to be pretty good.

"I am very happy that everyone can gather together at this time." Dumbledore stood up and pointed in the direction of Sirius and others and said, "And we have also welcomed a few...old friends."

There was another round of warm applause in the auditorium.

"Okay, okay..." Dumbledore waved his hand, "Before the dinner begins, we have some important things to announce. Let me think about it...

"First of all, I think you all have heard from the newspapers what happened in the Ministry of Magic a few days ago..."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Kyle. The latest issue of the Daily Prophet described what happened in the Ministry of Magic in more detail.

On the front page, it was Auror Kingsley thanking Kyle for saving them, but he deliberately omitted the magical creatures and replaced them with reinforcements.

"Yes, it's true."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Kyle Chopper, you have shown commendable courage and extraordinary wisdom in the previous battle. For this, I will give Hufflepuff a hundred points."

There were bursts of cheers from the Hufflepuff table.

"In addition..." Dumbledore had to raise his voice and continued, "He also won the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, and Hufflepuff got an additional 200 points."

Next to the Great Hall, the Hufflepuff scoring hourglass was filled to the brim with gems, almost to the brim.

"Then there's no suspense about the second thing." Dumbledore said with a smile: "Congratulations to Hufflepuff, they won this year's house cup!"

The cheers grew louder, as if they were going to blow the ceiling off.

Dumbledore said nothing more. He waved his hand, and all kinds of delicious food instantly appeared on the golden plate.

Not until the last piece of pudding disappeared and the dinner was over did he stand up again, his expression becoming much more serious than before.

"After eating and drinking, I have to say something to spoil the fun..." He said slowly: "I hope that while everyone can enjoy the holiday, they should also pay attention to their own safety and try not to go to places with few people..."

Dumbledore said a lot, basically reminding everyone to pay attention to the unusual things happening around them.

The hall gradually became quiet. Everyone understood what he meant. Voldemort and the Death Eaters were like heavy blocks weighing on everyone's heart.

So much so that some people don't even want to leave school, they want to stay here for the holidays, but this is impossible.

Dumbledore and the professors all have their own things to do, and without their protection, the school would not be as safe.

…

(End of this chapter)