This Isn't Fair!

"I'm trying to find it!" Malfoy, who was wandering around the arena, replied angrily.

At that moment, a golden light flickered not far ahead…

It was the Golden Snitch!

Malfoy's face lit up with joy, and he took advantage of the short distance between them to charge.

Harry, who was only half a beat behind Malfoy, also noticed the Golden Snitch a moment later and urged his Firebolt to overtake it…

As the broom moved faster, Harry gradually closed the distance.

Malfoy, who was in front of Harry, also felt the pressure of Harry's presence and kept shifting his position to block Harry's path.

Or to block his view of the Golden Snitch's exact location…

Just like that… the two of them tracked the Golden Snitch all the way up into the sky, gradually losing contact with the crowd.

At this point, everyone's attention was focused on the other goal.

After all, Ivan's repeated goals had put Slytherin at a severe disadvantage. At this rate, whether they could catch the Golden Snitch or not, they would lose!

Therefore, the Slytherin players resorted to all kinds of dirty tricks and even attempted to kill themselves by charging at Ivan.

However, the more desperate the Slytherin team was, the more holes and openings there were in their defences, and Ivan was able to evade them easily on his Firebolt, or deliberately lure them against the wall.

The penalty that the opposing team got for breaking the rules caused Ivan to score even faster, and the gap between the two teams kept widening…

"Hales has scored again! With one more ten points to go, Gryffindor will have a one-hundred-and-fifty-point lead over Slytherin!"

The intensity of the battle caused commentator Jordan's voice to grow hoarse from shouting, but his spirits were high, as Gryffindor's victory was at hand!

After a pause, Jordan's tone changed and he began to commentate on the battle in the sky, deviating away from Harry and Malfoy's uninterrupted duel!

"We can see that Potter and Malfoy have found the Golden Snitch, and that's the only chance Slytherin has of winning, if Malfoy catches it before Harls can throw another ball!"

"Of course, I don't think Malfoy will have a chance. Potter will catch the Golden Snitch before he does!" Jordan's commentary was so obviously biased that many of the Slytherin wizards in the stands protested!

The battle for the Golden Snitch had reached a fever pitch, and Harry was able to catch up to Malfoy with his broomstick.

However, the Snitch's movements were unpredictable and extremely difficult to catch, so it has yet to succeed.

"Potter, it's not too late to turn around. There might be a dementor flying down from above. Don't fall out of the sky like last time," Malfoy said sarcastically, glaring at Harry.

"I know how to deal with them, you worry about yourself!" Harry retorted, ignoring Malfoy's taunt.

Up ahead, the Golden Snitch was wandering aimlessly through the air, but its speed was getting slower and slower until it came to a standstill. The two of them immediately understood that the time to attack had come!

Both brooms flew forward at once, Harry's faster and Malfoy's closer.

They arrived at the same time, neither willing to back down, and collided with each other, causing both Harry and Malfoy to wince in pain and reach for the Snitch.

At the same time, Ivan scored his final goal…

Many young wizards on the battlefield could not help but stand up and look at the sky, waiting for the outcome.

A few seconds later, the two were separated and Harry swooped down, a small golden ball clutched in his right hand.

The crowd erupted, and the young Gryffindor wizards jumped up and down and cheered.

"Great, we won!"

"We've won the cup! We've won the cup!"

…

On the pitch, George and the others were equally delighted, and high-fived each other on their brooms to vent their excitement.

When they reached the ground, Wood threw his arms around everyone with tears in his eyes, especially Ivan and Harry.

"You guys are the best! I feel like I've been perfect for the past seven years!" Wood exclaimed as he looked around the room. He was leaving Hogwarts after graduating next year, and his only wish was to win the Quidditch Cup again!

Everyone laughed happily and then went to collect their trophies.

"Sirius, did you see that? We won!" Harry exclaimed as he held the Quidditch trophy aloft.

'Yes! Wonderful!' Sirius beamed, looking at Harry and the others in their golden-red uniforms and thinking back to his time at school with James and Lupin.

In contrast to the excitement and joy, the Slytherin players were crestfallen, and Marcus was angrily berating them.

"They're flying so fast we can't catch them. It's not fair!" Malfoy protested. He was so close to the Snitch that he would have been the one with the Firebolt.

Other Slytherin players complained about this, loudly enough for Harry and the others to hear.

Seeing that the Slytherin team was still unconvinced, Ron said, "Malfoy, we didn't ask you to change your broomsticks last year when your team used the Nimbus 2001!"

"Yes! We lost the match because of the Dementors, and we didn't get Hufflepuff back!" Hermione retorted.

The Slytherin players were speechless, and Malfoy glared at them, but said nothing.

"Haha… never mind them, let them be jealous! Let's celebrate ours!" George said with a grin.

Harry and the others nodded and prepared to return to the lounge to celebrate.

"Eh? Where's Ivan?" Hermione looked around, but Ivan was nowhere to be seen.

With her reminder, everyone realised that the one who had won the championship was not there.

"I just saw him! I think he went over there…" Fred, the only one who knew, scratched his head and pointed to the corridor.