The next morning, before the Quidditch game started, Kyle met Cedric in front of the Hufflepuff locker room.

Compared to a week ago, he had lost a lot of weight and looked particularly tired, but his eyes were brighter.

“We will definitely win!”

Cedric took his Nimbus 1700, turned around and walked firmly into the locker room.

But Kyle could see that he was still a little nervous. After all, Cedric usually didn't walk with his left foot.

When Kyle arrived at the stands, it was already packed with people. As one of the most popular activities at Hogwarts, the stands at the Quidditch field were always packed.

Especially in a very crucial game like today.

Kyle squeezed through the crowd and found a good spot in the first row of the stands, where Mikel and Ryan had already helped him secure a good spot.

Connor next to him handed him a banner embroidered with a little badger and the words "Hufflepuff Must Win". It was made by the little witch herself, using developing potion. The little badger on the banner was waving its front paws constantly.

After Kyle took it, he used a levitation spell to place it in the most conspicuous place nearby.

"We will definitely win!" Mikel said excitedly, "I have a feeling that Hufflepuff will win the Quidditch Cup this year!"

"Of course." Kyle said in agreement: "Mikel, I am sure you have the talent to be a prophet."

"Haha, I think so too." Mikel grinned.

Just then, the players entered the field.

"Look! They're coming!"

In the stands, a seventh-year student with long blond hair held a microphone and shouted, "The Slytherin Quidditch team is entering first.

Although they lost a lot of points in the previous game due to accidents, they did not give up. Instead, they fought back under the leadership of captain Rozier and defeated Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, which ranked first. "

"In today's game, can they create a miracle and win three consecutive championships? Let's wait and see!"

"Oh! The Hufflepuff team showed up too!"

The commentator raised his voice again, "The first to appear is Captain Harris, a very good Chaser. The goal record he set has not been broken to this day. Harris has made an indelible contribution to Hufflepuff's current success.

"Behind him is the batsman..."

"Finally, there's Seeker Cedric Diggory, who makes up for the only shortcoming of the Hufflepuff team!"

“The two teams are evenly matched. This is definitely a game that everyone is looking forward to.”

The commentator became more and more excited as he spoke, and his whole body was almost leaning out of the stands.

Under his leadership, the cheers from the stands never stopped from beginning to end, and the yellow and green flags surged like waves.

However, the number of people supporting Hufflepuff is relatively larger, accounting for about three-quarters of the total number.

Gryffindor would definitely not support Slytherin.

Although Ravenclaw's position was not as firm as theirs, the badgers were usually popular, and Harris would also let them off appropriately in normal games, which prevented the Ravenclaw team from losing so badly.

So at this time, more than half of the little eagles also chose to support Hufflepuff.

"Both sides have taken their positions, the game is about to begin!"

Madam Hooch took her broomstick and walked to the center of the field as referee.

"Listen, I want everyone to play the game fairly and honestly, now, captain, shake hands."

Harris and Rozier each took a step forward, shook each other's hands very hard, then quickly let go and returned to their previous positions.

Fifteen flying broomsticks took off and rose high into the sky.

The game has begun.

"The Quaffle was first grabbed by Hufflepuff's Harris, and his performance was still so stable...

Marcus Flint went down, he wanted to stop Harris' attack... It was a beautiful feint, Harris dodged it, and in front of him was Slytherin's goal post.

Goalkeeper Blackie dives over...can he keep it...it misses, the Quaffle goes in, Harris scores!

Ten to zero, Hufflepuff leads!"

“Oh~~~~”

The cheers of the Hufflepuff supporters echoed in the cold air, mixed with the roars and groans of the Slytherins.

Connor excitedly grabbed Kyle's arm and shook it.

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Originally, this was just a normal action, but the little witch's strength was a bit outrageous.

Kyle felt as if his arm was clamped in two pliers, and he grimaced in pain.

He couldn't understand why Kanna, who looked thin and weak and didn't eat much, was so energetic.

Fortunately, her attention quickly returned to the game.

Kyle rubbed his arm and moved aside calmly.

In the blink of an eye, the situation on the field changed. Marcus successfully grabbed the Quaffle, and the Slytherin team, with the advantage of their brooms, rushed to the Hufflepuff goal post before Harris and others.

“Marcus threw the ball… No, it was a pass!

With a beautiful feint, he fooled everyone, including the Hufflepuff goalkeeper, and Rosier scored, and Slytherin evened the game.

Ten to ten! "

This time, it was Slytherin's turn to cheer.

"In less than a minute, two goals were scored, two perfect feints."

The commentator's face flushed with excitement, "This is so exciting! This game is so exciting!"

The game continued, and both sides scored goals, and the score difference was not too big.

Especially in the first twenty minutes, Hufflepuff tried their best and only took the lead temporarily with a very slight advantage.

The Slytherin players were as fierce as if they were on drugs. Marcus Flint even rushed over on his broomstick when the goalkeeper missed the ball and blocked the Quaffle with his face.

At that time, not only Slytherin, almost everyone was cheering for him, even his opponent Harris, and Charlie from Gryffindor and others gave him a thumbs up.

No matter how many shameful moves Marcus had made in previous games, at least at this time, his actions were worthy of admiration.

But after thirty minutes, the situation changed.

Slytherin's speed slowed down visibly, and he was not as aggressive as before, whether in attack or defense.

In just about ten minutes, Hufflepuff scored three goals in a row, bringing the score to ninety to fifty.

(End of this chapter)