Chapter 294: Sirius' Tears

The situation on the field began to change and the Slytherin team began to slowly gain an advantage.

"Slytherin in possession, Slytherin heads for goal.... Montague scores!" Lee Jordan groaned. "Oh no, seventy-twenty, Gryffindor is in the lead at the moment, but the situation is very bad. If we can't take countermeasures, I'm afraid..."

"BLOODY SLYTHERIN, YOU DESPICABLE MALFOY!" Ron waved his arm and shouted angrily. "If Gryffindor loses the game, I won't let Malfoy leave in one piece. I SWEAR I WILL..."

It was very strange to see Hermione not running to stop Ron from scolding Malfoy.

At that moment, she was looking up at the sky nervously, her hands firmly holding Ivan's arm.

Ivan didn't remind her that she shouldn't be so nervous, because he was equally nervous and focused all his attention on Harry's figure in the air.

At the top of the crowd, Harry and Malfoy were entwined, and neither would back down. Their brooms and knees were knocking against each other.

Harry seemed assured that no matter what Malfoy did, he would stop him.

"Get out of the way, Potter!" Malfoy shouted in frustration as he tried to turn and found Harry blocking him.

Harry said nothing; the fact that Malfoy pulled the tail of his firebolt made him very angry.

He was now determined to win the battle against Malfoy and engage him directly in this physical confrontation.

This move far exceeded Malfoy's expectations and rendered him unable to do anything.

In Quidditch matches, seekers rarely have physical contact with other players, let alone a high-intensity confrontation like the current one.

The only team requirement for the seeker is to have the fastest speed and broomstick maneuvering skills. To maintain speed, the seeker must deliberately lose weight.

Now, Harry's reckless collision and obstruction was unprecedented in formal competitions, so it was only natural that Malfoy could not adjust.

Although Harry was very thin, he could grind his teeth and persevere. In this respect, he was far superior to Malfoy, who was weak-willed.

No wonder, after several high-intensity collisions, Malfoy quickly lost, looked confused, quickly fell, looking for help from other players.

But no one was able to help him.

A minute before Malfoy's rapid descent, Angelina grabbed the ball again.

All the Slytherin players, except Malfoy, ran towards Angelina, including the Slytherin goalkeeper. They were all going to block her, but it looked more like they were taking this opportunity to finish her off completely.

Malfoy went down quickly, and Harry kept chasing after him, all at the fastest speed.

The two people were like two falling meteors, running towards the Slytherin one after the other.

To avoid Malfoy and Harry, the Slytherin team was scattered, Malfoy collided with the elusive Derrick, and they rolled to the ground together.

It all happened so fast that no one knew what had happened.

The Slytherins were stunned and couldn't believe what was happening. They only saw Malfoy attacking their team members.

Harry, at the last minute, raised his firebolt and quickly went up.

Because of him and Malfoy, the Slytherin hedge formation was disrupted and Angelina's path was clear.

"HE'S GOING TO SCORE! HEDGE! Gryffindor wins by eighty points to twenty!" Lee Jordan shouted excitedly.

At the same time, Harry, who had just returned to the center of the pitch, found the Golden Snitch, a few feet above the grass, glowing very dimly.

Malfoy, who had just fallen out of the air, was very close, but had not yet found it. He and Derrick were busy blaming each other.

Harry urged his fire-eye down, everyone noticed his movements, and then saw the Golden Snitch hovering over the grass.

The Slytherin quickly warned Malfoy who was stunned. And then, greed and ecstasy appeared on his face. He was now much closer to the Golden Snitch than Harry.

He also began to speed up. Malfoy had never felt so close to victory as he did now.

If he could catch the Golden Snitch before Harry, he would be Slytherin's hero, and he would be the best....

The noisy Quidditch stadium went completely silent, and everyone was looking at Harry and Malfoy.

Ivan noticed that Harry's feet were forced against the broom, constantly pushing l firebolt, and he gradually caught up to Malfoy.

Bole sent a Bludger at him, and Harry flattened himself against the broom handle.

His speed was so fast that only a shadow was visible. He was already at Malfoy's ankles, and in the blink of an eye, he was level with the other side.

At the last moment, Harry lunged forward and both hands left the broom. As in the billboard animation made by Sirius, Harry lunged forward like a lion, taking both hands off the broom. He punched Malfoy's arm and.....

He came out of his dive, hand in the air, and the stadium exploded.

Harry soared above the crowd with a strange ringing in his ears.

The small golden ball was held tightly in his fist, flapping its wings desperately against his fingers.

"¡¡¡¡Í!!!!"

Gryffindor won the match.

Ivan followed everyone to the middle of the pitch, and the entire Gryffindor team flew down, hugging each other.

Everyone cried out of excitement.

"We've won the Cup, we've won the Cup!" The cheers and shouts all around them persisted, and everyone's voice was hoarse.

Malfoy glared angrily at Harry for a long time before leaving with the Slytherins, and the entire Quidditch pitch became a sea of scarlet.

Today was destined to be the party for Gryffindor. Wave after wave of crimson fans poured over the barriers onto the pitch, and countless hands rained down on the backs of the players.

Ivan didn't embrace them like everyone else. He stopped at the edge of the field. Sirius was there alone too, his face full of joy.

"This match is more exciting than any I can remember. Harry played very well. He's an excellent seeker, better than his father." Sirius whispered to Ivan, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and his voice was a little hoarse. "Yes, yes, Harry has grown up, and James should be able to be quiet..."

Although he tried to hold back, his tears couldn't help but well up.

In fact, this was the first time Ivan had ever seen Sirius cry like this. Even when he caught Peter Pettigrew and explained to Harry the truth of the incident, he didn't cry like this. In Ivan's impression, he thought that a brave wizard like Sirius would never cry.

Because he was brave, betrayed by a trusted friend, and his only best friend died because of him, nothing could touch his heart anymore...

Even if he had tears on the road to Azkaban thirteen years ago, they should have dried by now.

But today, Sirius was crying, like other wizards who were happy about winning the Quidditch Cup.

For an instant, Ivan felt Sirius' desolation and grief. He had the feeling that, as Harry grew older, this hero was slowly aging in return.

Ivan didn't know how to persuade Sirius before. Perhaps Harry's performance today might untie his knot and help him out of his infinite guilt....