Flying brooms speed can be very scary if not controlled.
Take the Firebolt, which can accelerate to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds and you don't have a helmet or anything to protect you from the wind.
So Lucas, who let go of the broom flying restrictions, disappeared from the field in just the blink of an eye.
Harry followed Lucas to the wooden structure under the stands.
When he saw the figure shuttling among the wooden piles in front of him.
Even with his current state of mind, he had to admit that his own flying skills were indeed not as good as the opponent's.
As he listened to the cheers from the stands overhead, for some reason he wanted everyone to see Lucas's exquisite flying skills.
It's a pity that such a wonderful performance is destined to be appreciated only by him.
"Harry, what are you doing? Don't stand still."
Captain Wood's voice came from afar helping him to regain his composure, and immediately chase after Lucas.
People in the stands started talking about who would catch the Snitch first.
Ron stood firm on his friend's side.
"Of course it's Harry, that guy Grindelwald doesn't have any flying skills at all, he just flies fast with his cheating broom."
"Just listen to me, after a while, that guy will fly out from under the stands all black and blue because he couldn't maneuver properly with so many obstacles!"
Face slaps always come quickly.
As soon as Ron finished speaking, Lucas' figure flew out from below the stands.
Everyone also noticed that not far in front of Lucas, the Golden Snitch was fleeing quickly.
Seeing the distance between the two shrinking gradually, the people were already cheering.
Everyone could already foresee the Slytherin victory.
As for Ron's friend Harry Potter.
He didn't fly out from under the stands until several seconds later.
Anyone with eyes can see that the difference in speed between the two is huge.
Ron's face was reddish, he no longer had the confidence he had just now, so he huddled in the crowd resentfully and stopped talking.
"Wow, he caught it, Lucas Grindelwald caught the Golden Snitch, unbelievable, the game has only just begun!"
Lee Jordan looked at the scoreboard in front of him.
The score above remains at 0-0.
It wasn't just Lee Jordan who was surprised, the same goes for everyone else.
The Gryffindor players looked at each other in disbelief.
They didn't even reach the other side of the field and the competition was already over.
Oliver Wood put his hands to his head, his eyes were full of despair and sadness.
This is his last year playing Quidditch at school.
He spent seven years at school and six with the Gryffindor team, but failed to win a single championship for the house.
This was a big blow to Wood, who was crazy and obsessed with Quidditch, he even began to doubt whether he was suitable for the sport.
The twins were also surprised, but since they have a relatively close relationship with Lucas, the two thought it was normal for Lucas to win the game.
And the stands at this time.
It has become a sea of joy.
The normally low-key Slytherins cheered and crazily waved the Slytherin serpent banners in their hands, shouting the name of Lucas Grindelwald.
In Ravenclaw's stands.
Hermione, who originally hated Quidditch, was also calling for her boyfriend loudly.
Not to mention Cho and Ginny, the two have long been obsessed with Lucas' flying skills.
In the teacher's stands, Minister Fudge looked around at the cheering crowd and seemed to be infected by their emotions too.
"Oh~ what a wonderful match, Headmaster Dumbledore, judging from everyone's appearance, Mr. Grindelwald's victory was expected!"
Dumbledore nodded with a smile: "Minister, why don't you announce the good news?"
"I think Lucas will be delighted to see you declare Slytherin's victory."
Of course Fudge would not refuse a chance for positive publicity.
Pointing to his throat with his wand, he coughed softly.
"Hello everyone, I am the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and it is a great honor to come to Hogwarts to watch such a wonderful game."
"I hereby declare that the winning team of the 1993-1994 Hogwarts Quidditch Tournament is the Slytherin team!"
~bang bang bang, boooom!!~
Fireworks of various colors bloomed around the stadium.
Lucas looked at the Golden Snitch in his hand with a smile on his lips.
'Quidditch might not be so boring after all!'
Seeing the crowd around shouting his name and cheering for him, this idea flashed through Lucas' mind quickly.
[Ding, the host has been detected to obtain a new record: extremely fast flight; rewards: 500 achievement points, deluxe broomstick maintenance set.]
Win the championship and also get the achievement reward, this year has been quite bountiful.
Now there's just a few days until the end of the school year, and the last chance to get plenty of rewards depends on the performance of Peter Pettigrew.
The festivities in the Quidditch stadium lasted nearly half an hour before they came to an end.
Because Lucas broke the school's Quidditch record, his name will also remain in the school's honor showcase forever.
This drew a lot of envious looks from other students.
…
The Gryffindor team were back in the tunnel.
Listening to the team members comforting each other, talking and cheering.
Harry, however, noticed the twinkle of regret in Captain Wood's eyes.
"Captain, I'm sorry I didn't beat Lucas."
"Harry, don't beat yourself up, I feel lucky to lose against someone like Grindelwald."
Wood patted Harry on the shoulder.
"Facing such a strong opponent, I found many shortcomings in myself, so that my Quidditch skills can keep improving."
"It's just a pity that we won't have the chance to play against each other again. The future of the Gryffindor team is up to you, Harry."
"I believe that with your talent, you will defeat Grindelwald one day. As long as you work hard, this day will not be too far..."
Wood's heartwarming comfort made him feel even more guilty.
Seeing his captain and the other players leaving while talking and laughing, Harry was left alone.
He didn't even notice how much time he was there staring at empty space, it wasn't until he heard Ron's voice that he woke up.
"Harry, are you okay?"
Seeing his friend shaking his head, Ron continued: "I saw you haven't come out for a long time, I was worried about you, so I came in to have a look."
After saying that, Ron walked over to Harry and sat down next to him.
"Don't beat yourself up, I'm sure you can defeat Grindelwald next year."
Harry shook his head again: "I'm not sorry for that, I'm sorry for Captain Wood."
After hearing this, Ron immediately understood what his friend wanted to express.
"Harry, if you don't want Captain Wood to be sad, then next year beat Slytherin and win the championship for Gryffindor."
"Even if Captain Wood had already graduated at that time, he would definitely be happy for you when he receives the news."
His consolation still had a little effect, at least Harry looked much better than before.
Seeing it was working, Ron was going to continue with words of comfort.
But he didn't manage to continue because there was a sharp pain in his finger.
Looking at Scabbers who fell to the ground and quickly ran out of the door, he hurriedly got up and gave chase.
"Scabbers, where are you going, stop running around."
The warm-hearted Harry certainly couldn't bear to see his friend lose his pet again.
So the two chased after the rat's footsteps.
They didn't notice that there were fewer and fewer people around them as they were moving closer to the Forbidden Forest.
Not long after, the two came close to the Whomping Willow and Ron finally caught his rat.
For this violent tree, they had some bad memories from the previous year when they were almost killed by it.
At this time, they heard a dog growling from behind. Ron turned around and saw a huge black dog leaping towards him.
The terrified Ron didn't fight back and was screaming loudly as he was dragged by Sirius biting his trouser leg to the hole below the Whomping Willow.
Harry recognized the black dog as the one he had seen many times over the summer.
Thinking of the words of Dumbledore and others in the Three Broomsticks, he knew that the black dog in front of him was Sirius Black.
If he were a normal person, he would contact the professors at the school at this moment.
At worst, he would find a few more companions to enter the tree hole together to have some backing.
But the omnipotent savior doesn't think so. Now all he can think about is capturing Black and asking him about why he betrayed his parents.
Completely ignoring that the man was a fugitive from Azkaban.
When Harry finally entered the tree tunnel to the Shrieking Shack he was a bit banged because the tree was trying to kill him.
Walking through the tunnel he reached a dilapidated room and only found Ron and Scabbers, the rat he was holding in his hands.
"Ron, where's Sirius Black?"
Ron tremblingly pointed behind Harry with a look of horror on his face, he couldn't even talk with how scared he was.
When Harry turned around, he saw that next to the door there was a disheveled middle-aged man in battered old clothes staring coldly in their direction.
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