Kapitel 99: Chapter 99: A Great Victory
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"I hate this weather!" Albert took off his winter cloak and took the Quidditch robes handed to him by Charlie, slipping them on.
Fred and George were already prepared, holding hands and spinning around each other, showing off their outfits.
"This outfit suits you well." Angelina smiled at Albert. "You're using Marcus's Firebolt, the fastest broom among us."
"I'll temporarily hand over my Firebolt to you. You have to ride it and catch the Golden Snitch," Marcus grinned and patted Albert's shoulder, passing his Firebolt to him.
"Don't worry, I'm sure I can catch the Golden Snitch." Albert glanced at the mission board when no one was paying attention, and sure enough, a new task appeared.
Delayed Victory
This Quidditch match has been going on for a long time. Catch the Golden Snitch and win the victory for Gryffindor.
Reward: 500 experience points.
"These are goggles." Charlie began to instruct everyone. "After the match restarts, Albert will immediately ascend to the sky to search for the Golden Snitch, ignoring everyone else. And be careful not to be attacked. Fred, George, help protect him and let Albert find the Golden Snitch as soon as possible to end this match. I don't want the match to continue until evening."
"Do you have so much confidence in me?" Albert suddenly felt the weight of expectations, the pressure of carrying the hopes of others. It felt a little overwhelming.
"Of course, what else can we do besides having confidence in you?" Charlie said naturally. "And everyone believes that you will definitely catch the Golden Snitch."
"That sounds reasonable." Albert picked up his wand, which was placed on his cloak, and cast the Impervius charm on his goggles. He put on the goggles and followed everyone outside.
Without an umbrella, the cold rain fell on Albert, quickly soaking his clothes.
"It's unbelievable that half of the substitute players for Gryffindor are first-year newcomers. Have they given up on the match? Or is this actually Gryffindor's secret weapon?" The commentator couldn't help but exclaim when the Gryffindor team took the field.
Not only the commentator, but the other Gryffindor supporters were also perplexed. Most upperclassmen are usually better flyers than new students. Could it really be some secret weapon?
In the eyes of the Slytherin spectators, it seemed that Gryffindor couldn't find any other substitute players and could only bring in a bunch of rookies.
Standing on the pitch, Albert listened to the cheers around him. He didn't feel nervous being the center of attention for the first time. On the contrary, he felt his blood boiling.
This was completely different from the feeling of being a spectator in the stands.
Albert didn't bother to listen to what Madam Hooch was saying. As soon as the whistle sounded, he immediately flew up into the air on his broomstick.
Once in the air, Albert realized that his vision was very blurry, making it difficult to see the positions of his teammates, let alone find the Golden Snitch in the rain.
The Slytherin Seeker was flying near Albert but didn't make any direct moves towards him, showing no intention of starting a fight.
They maintained eye contact and nodded slightly, without any other reaction. It seemed that not everyone in the Slytherin team was a violent individual.
Both sides patiently waited for an opportunity, searching for the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch while remaining vigilant of each other.
Albert looked down and saw blurry red and green figures moving below, while the spectators hid beneath a sea of umbrellas.
"Be careful and don't get distracted!" George swung his bat, hitting a Bludger that was flying towards Albert, and then gestured menacingly with the bat towards a Slytherin Beater nearby, but ultimately didn't attack.
At least this Slytherin Beater seemed relatively normal, and George didn't have a history of hitting people during matches.
Time passed by, and Albert, drenched in the rain, was almost freezing. But as a Seeker, he knew he needed to be patient, even if it took a long time to search for the Golden Snitch in the sky.
Suddenly, near the Slytherin scoring area, a flash of gold caught Albert's keen eye. He instinctively tilted his broomstick forward and accelerated, diving down.
Was it the Golden Snitch?
Albert couldn't be sure if what he saw was the Golden Snitch, but he had to take the gamble. If he won, Gryffindor would win; if he lost, there wouldn't be much of a loss.
Since there was no loss, he naturally had to take the gamble.
In that moment, Albert leaned forward on his broomstick, pushing the Firebolt to its limits. The Slytherin Seeker behind him immediately followed suit, chasing closely behind.
Below, the commentator shouted in excitement, "Gryffindor's young Seeker is accelerating! Has he spotted the Golden Snitch? The Slytherin Seeker is far behind. After only ten minutes, is Gryffindor about to win?"
"Look, Slytherin's Keeper is planning to intercept the Seeker, and two Chasers are closing in as well. Gryffindor's Seeker is in danger. Slytherin's players are still trying to use dirty tactics to prevent Gryffindor's victory."
However, Albert's current situation was even more thrilling than what the commentator described.
At the moment of passing each other, Albert's body suddenly tilted to one side, narrowly avoiding a punch from the Slytherin Keeper. At the opportune moment, he raised his elbow, grazing the chin of the Slytherin Keeper as they passed, knocking out a few of his teeth from the impact.
The two of them crossed paths in a heart-stopping moment, and Albert continued flying forward. He had already seen the Golden Snitch ahead, as it circled around the Slytherin scoring area and flew towards the outer wall.
"It's the Golden Snitch! Merlin's beard! The young Seeker from Gryffindor easily evaded the Keeper's attack. He truly is Gryffindor's secret weapon."
Just as Albert was about to catch the Golden Snitch, a Bludger suddenly came flying from the side, aimed at him. Hearing the sound of the Bludger approaching from behind, Albert immediately performed a tactical maneuver, doing a sloth roll to dodge the incoming Bludger.
The bat didn't hit Albert but flew down towards the spectator stands, and it was unclear if it hit an unlucky audience member.
"Close, it's close." Albert extended his arm, and at the moment he grabbed the Golden Snitch in his palm, he abruptly pulled up his broomstick, ascending at a ninety-degree angle to avoid crashing into the stands.
"We won!"
Albert stared at the Golden Snitch in his hand, a pleased smile forming at the corner of his mouth. He had succeeded.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted from below.
The Slytherin player who had been trailing behind, attempting to intercept Albert, failed to brake in time and crashed into the stands. It seemed someone had been hit.
As Albert descended, he saw Severus Snape, wearing a grim expression, looking in his direction.
He raised the Golden Snitch with a smile and waved it toward Snape, or rather, towards the audience.
"He caught it! Gryffindor's youngest Seeker easily caught the Golden Snitch in just twelve minutes. Let's congratulate Gryffindor on their victory," the commentator exclaimed.
Finishing his words, he added jokingly, "Who would have thought that Slytherin would ultimately be defeated by a first-year student? I hope those two players are okay; they seemed to have had a painful collision."
However, no one paid attention to the commentator's jesting. Everyone was cheering for Gryffindor's victory.
As Albert landed, he felt someone collide with him. It was the Weasley brothers and the rest of the team, embracing each other as they descended.
Charlie and the others ran out of the locker room, waving excitedly in Albert's direction.
Before Albert could fully comprehend what was happening, he found himself being lifted and thrown into the air by a group of people. Honestly, the sensation of floating wasn't comfortable, but for Albert, it was a novel experience.
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