"What on earth is going on? Why blow the whistle?" Lynch kept muttering until they landed,
"Are you afraid that she will be hit by the bludger? If you can't handle it, don't play!"
"No! The match has ended, Miss Cho Chang has won!" Bagman looked at him expressionlessly and said solemnly.
"What... what? She won?" Lynch had no idea what was happening. He looked at his teammates.
"Are you all just going to stand there and let Mr. Bagman abuse his power and talk nonsense?"
To his surprise, his six teammates also looked at him with complex and pitying expressions.
One of his friend felt sorry for him being kept in the dark and spoke up.
"Mr. Bagman is right, Miss Cho Chang... She did win. Just now, she got the Golden Snitch, which means you lost."
"No! This can't be!" Lynch couldn't believe it.
Just a moment ago, he saw Cho Chang evading his pursuit and searching everywhere for the Golden Snitch. How could she have found it in the blink of an eye?
"You must be in cahoots with them. When I wasn't around, you took her money and conspired against me, right?" Lynch shouted angrily, "Stop talking nonsense. That little b—"
Before he could finish his sentence, a spell hit him in the stomach, and Aidan was immediately sent flying, crashing into the wall with a dull thud, falling to the ground.
But before he could get up, a force pried open his mouth, and a toilet brush, dripping with toilet cleaner, was shoved into his mouth, vigorously scrubbing his mouth, white foam, blue cleaner mixed with red blood flowing out.
"Don't let me hear that word again." A cold voice sounded.
It was Alaric, the magic was his doing.
"Mr. Lynch's mouth is too foul, I must help him clean it up properly."
At this moment, Lynch began to roll his eyes, not from pain but from being choked.
*Pfft—*
Lynch's ridiculous expression made Cho Chang burst into laughter.
But the looks Alaric gave to them changed, sending shivers down their spines involuntarily.
This boy, young as he was, was not to be trifled with.
As for Bagman, he was roaring in his heart.
'That's it! That's it! He's just a little troublemaker who doesn't even care about Wizengamot. Do you think I can afford to offend him?'
But when Alaric looked at him, he still managed to force out a smile.
"Well done, Alaric," he smiled, "for dealing with such a fool, but seeing him so confused, why don't we make him admit defeat?"
"What you said makes sense." Seeing that Bagman helped Cho Chang join the national team, Alaric didn't argue with him.
"Let's have you explain it to him."
He snapped his fingers, and finally, the toilet brush left Lynch's mouth.
Lynch immediately began to breathe heavily, and then one of his teammates — or rather, former teammates by now — started using Aguamenti to help him rinse his mouth.
After a while, Lynch finally recovered. At this moment, he looked at Alaric with fear in his eyes.
Just now, he really thought he was going to suffocate to death.
However, Alaric crossed his arms, not even bothering to look at him, while Bagman stepped forward, solemnly explaining to Lynch.
"To be honest, I'm very disappointed in you," his first words startled Lynch, "as a veteran of the Quidditch World Cup, you were actually outsmarted by a such a young girl on the pitch."
"What are you talking about? I clearly didn't see her get the Golden Snitch!" Lynch couldn't muster his anger anymore, but he still felt aggrieved.
"Ah! That's why I said you were outsmarted," Bagman sighed, "Do you really think your opponent was always looking for the Golden Snitch?"
Wasn't she? Lynch asked.
"I kept watching her. As I chased her, every two or three seconds, she would continuously change positions and then continue looking for the Snitch."
"Haha."
Bagman was almost amused by his naivety. "Miss Cho Chang's plan was much better than yours.
In fact, we all know that she discovered the location of the Golden Snitch a long time ago.
The reason why she did not catch the Golden Snitch immediately was to pretend that she had not discovered it.
It was a good plan to divert your attention and reduce your defenses."
"In other words, she has been pretending to be looking for the Golden Snitch?" Lynch almost fainted. He didn't expect that he would be fooled by such a little trick.
He looked at Cho Chang as she took out a small golden ball with wings from her robe, then blinked mischievously, and the ball kept struggling in her hand.
He stepped forward. It was found that the Golden Snitch was engraved with "Ire", which are the three initials of Ireland.
All the training balls of the Irish team have this mark. This was evidence that dispelled his last chance.
"So you know what to do, right?" Next to Cho Chang, Alaric said slowly.
"I...I know." Lynch bit his lower lip and said unwillingly.
"Miss Cho Chang is more skilled than me so she is the most suitable seeker for the Irish team."
After saying this, Lynch left the stadium.
"Now after he lost, I doubt he will do anything like this again in the World Cup."
After Lynch left, Bagman said quietly. "But Cho Chang's performance just now was indeed very good.
Not only does she have superb flying skill, but her intelligence is not less than that of experienced players. So, now everyone let us welcome her as the new Seeker of the Irish team."
Clap! Clap!
Bagman was the first to applaud, and other players on the Irish team also applauded in agreement.
Although Lynch's departure made them all very sad, Cho Chang's performance on the court just now won over them.
Especially her exaggerated starts and stops, her performance actually surpassed all of their expectations.
"Then it's decided." Bagman concluded.
"Miss Cho Chang, you must participate in the team training. The training starts tomorrow.
By the way, remember to tell your measurements to the Quidditch department. They will customize a team uniform for you."
After Cho Chang joined the team, Bagman left.
And Cho Chang also happily followed Alaric and left the court.
"I can't believe I actually joined the Irish national team."
On the way back, Cho Chang excitedly chirped in Alaric's ear, "They are the favorites to win the World Cup this time!"
"Yes." Alaric nodded, "With you joining, they will surely win the World Cup."
"Are you really so optimistic about me?" Cho Chang's bright eyes suddenly looked at Alaric, full of expectation.
"Of course." Alaric said with certainty.
"After all, your skills are too good for anyone out there."
"Really?" Cho Chang asked Alaric with a smile on her face.
"Yes, just trust yourself." Alaric replied.
"You know what? The way you taught Lynch a lesson today was so cool!"
Cho Chang was telling the truth. When she saw Alaric getting angry for her, she even had the urge to step forward and give him a kiss.
However, her reserved attitude prevented her from doing so.
"Really? I thought you would think I was cruel."
Ever since returning from the Game of Thrones world Alaric felt that his heart had become much colder and harder.
As a ruler in that world, his decisive actions had brought about this change in his character.
However, Cho Chang clearly didn't see it that way.
"I would never think like that," she said without hesitation. "I know why you acted like that, it's because he insulted me, right? "
As she spoke, Cho Chang seemed to be lost in memories.
"Ever since we met on the Hogwarts Express, you've always been taking care of me, helping me, making me stronger, and more confident.
I don't know if you did it out of pity, or out of care for a friend, or perhaps…
But what I want to tell you is, no matter what your intentions were, my feelings for you won't change.
They were there in the past... they're here now, and they'll be there in the future.
This World Cup, I won't let your help go to waste. I will win the World Cup, just for you."
With that said, she immediately blushed and ran back home.
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