"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 12: Carrying the Victory Forward
Roger Davies clapped his hands together, his voice brimming with resolve. "Come on, Ravenclaw! Let's bring this one home—victory is ours!"
"Ravenclaw will win!" the team echoed, their shout echoing across the pitch.
At the shrill blast of Madam Hooch's whistle, both teams soared back into the sky.
Following Roger's new tactics, the Ravenclaw squad launched into a fresh wave of offense and defense. Jason Samuels and Duncan Inglebee still flanked Wyzett, but now they shifted closer to Cedric, ready to disrupt Hufflepuff's most dangerous player.
Wyzett was sharper than ever, weaving through the air with laser focus. He dodged every Bludger the opposition sent his way and kept racking up points for Ravenclaw.
Lee Jordan's commentary rang out, excitement barely contained. "Hufflepuff's timeout paid off—their Bludgers are coming faster and trickier than before! Wyzett's a cannonball out there! He's snatched the Quaffle right from Hufflepuff!"
"Wronski Feint! Wyzett's dodging the Blud—ow!" Lee yelped in pain, his words tumbling out, "Beautiful… Wronski… Feint!"
…
"Raven… ten points… Professor… my… tongue…" He shot a pleading look at Professor McGonagall, mouth agape and eyes watering.
"Episkey!" Professor McGonagall flicked her wand, aiming at Lee's mouth.
"Bit my tongue, but I'll survive! Honestly, I wish Wyzett would go easy on us and stop pulling out pro-level moves out of nowhere. But that last Wronski—"
He paused, peering up into the higher reaches of the pitch. "So that's why a Bludger keeps hounding Wyzett… Looks like Ravenclaw's switched up their strategy!"
"Ravenclaw's Beaters are targeting Cedric! Smart move—if they can delay him, even if Cedric catches the Golden Snitch, Hufflepuff won't have enough points to win."
"That was close! Cedric looked distracted—nearly took a Bludger to the chin! Suddenly he's accelerating—charging straight for Ravenclaw's Seeker, Cho Chang!"
"I have to say, Cho Chang's a real charmer… Maybe that's why Cedric's head's not in the game? Word is, there might be something between—"
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat pointedly. "Lee?"
"Ahem! Focus on the dazzling Cho Chang! Wait—she's chasing something… The snow's coming down hard now, can't see a thing, but I'd bet my hat that's the Golden Snitch!"
"Cho Chang is after the Snitch! This is Ravenclaw's real tactic—keeping Cedric busy so Cho has a clear shot at the Snitch!"
"Cedric's caught on—he's shadowing Cho, which explains why he seemed distracted! Cho reaches for the Snitch—so close! Just missed it!"
"Cedric's giving it everything, racing after Cho! She makes a sharp turn—look at that balance on the Cleansweep Seven! The Snitch is—"
"The Snitch looks panicked, darting straight toward Cedric! Dangerous! Cedric ducks a Bludger by inches—Cho's right behind!"
"They're neck and neck—are we about to see… Cho reaches out again—she's caught it! Cho Chang has the Snitch! The match is over—congratulations, Ravenclaw!"
After the match, the Ravenclaw team filed back into the changing room.
Roger Davies was all smiles, pacing restlessly, fists clenched in excitement. "After Christmas, we've got two teams left—Slytherin and Gryffindor!"
"Slytherin's Seeker is a rookie, but their real threat is those Nimbus 2001s… and, well, their usual… tricks."
"Gryffindor's got solid players, but their brooms are a bit underwhelming. Except for their Seeker, Harry Potter—he's got a Nimbus 2000, and that's a beauty."
"Whenever Harry's played, he's been brilliant—he's going to be a major threat. I still remember last year's match…"
"How long did it take Harry to catch the Snitch? The longer the game, the better for us, so let's stick with today's tactics…"
With the post-match analysis done, the team drifted out of the changing room.
Wyzett glanced up at the stands, catching sight of a flash of golden hair. "Roger, could I borrow two brooms?"
Roger handed him his own broom and a key. "No problem. Here's the key—just take both brooms and the key to Madam Hooch later."
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"You didn't head back yet?" Wyzett found Luna in the stands, tucking a small notebook into her pocket.
"I wanted to take in the view a little longer." Luna smiled, her pinky looping a strand of windblown hair behind her ear.
Luna loved Quidditch, but her affection for the game was a little different from most.
She didn't care much about winning or losing; instead, she was captivated by the little things that happened during a match.
She wondered if the snowflakes drifting through the air would scatter when they touched a player, or whether the cheers from the crowd might catch a snowflake in an open mouth.
She even worried about what would happen if two players collided—would their brooms snap, and what kind of twigs would tumble to the ground?
Wyzett had even imagined that if he ever lost a match, Luna might pull out a drawing and say, "Look! This cloud looks just like you!"
"It must be copying your moves, learning to fly a broom like you do—so I drew it for you!"
…
When Luna rode a broom, she did it at her own pace—slow and dreamy.
She floated high above the pitch, head tilted, eyes wide and unblinking as she watched Wyzett swoop and dive.
Wyzett circled her once, then drifted lightly to her side. "Did something inspire you?"
Luna blinked, then nodded. "But it's a secret…"
She reached out her hand, catching a snowflake in her palm, then blew gently, watching it drift away on the wind.
…
They lingered on the pitch a while longer before stowing the brooms and walking back to Hogwarts side by side.
After lunch, Wyzett was greeted by a silver, miniature phoenix flapping its wings before him.
He barely blinked—this was nothing new. He reached out and tapped the Patronus on its forehead.
The phoenix spoke in Dumbledore's voice: "Wyzett, if you have a moment… please come to my office this afternoon."
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