"Good morning, folks, and welcome! I'm Lee Jordan, and I'll be your enthusiastic commentator for this match—it's Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff!" The voice of the Gryffindor student, a young man with dark, animated features and bright, contrasting teeth, boomed across the pitch, immediately igniting the crowd's energy.
"The Quaffle has been intercepted by Allen Harris, Ravenclaw's Chaser, wearing jersey number three! If Harry Potter of Gryffindor is the youngest Seeker in a century, then Harris is, without a doubt, the most talked-about first-year Chaser in a century! He managed the first successful pass in the last game—he looks young, yes, but incredibly sharp and agile!" Lee Jordan introduced Allen, making sure to tether his excitement to the fame of his own House's star.
"He's moving with unbelievable speed… Wait, Merlin's beard! Can you all see that? Harris is riding the prototype broomstick, the Neptune!" Jordan shouted, jumping up and down in his commentator's box.
Just then, a black, spherical projectile hurtled toward Allen's back. Allen twisted his body slightly, dodging the Bludger as if he had eyes in the back of his head. The ball whizzed past his ear with a furious, aggressive hiss.
"Look out! That was a brutal attack from Hufflepuff's Gabriel Truman, but Allen, riding the Neptune, executed a flawless evasion! This broom's performance is truly legendary!" Jordan roared. "Thank goodness Allen Harris isn't a Seeker, folks, or Harry Potter's Nimbus 2000 wouldn't stand a chance against this level of pure velocity…"
"JORDAN! This is not a Gryffindor match! And this is not the time for broomstick advertisements!" Professor McGonagall's sharp voice cut across the field; she tapped Jordan sternly on the back with her wand, cautioning him to maintain professional neutrality.
"Alright, alright, sorry, Professor. Allen Harris continues to hold the Quaffle! If Allen is the metaphorical King Arthur of Quidditch, he seems to be flying without his Lancelot, Gawain, or Galahad—the Knights of the Round Table—by his side! He's charging forward alone! Is he aiming to be a lone hero?" Jordan rubbed his lower back, clearly disagreeing with Allen's solo strategy. "Excuse my frankness, but Quidditch is fundamentally a team sport…"
Ravenclaw Captain Roger Davies, positioned as a defensive Chaser, angrily swung his bat—he was also playing Beater for this match, utilizing his versatility—and swatted a second incoming Bludger away from Allen. "Who says Allen doesn't have teammates?" Roger bellowed, his voice carrying over the crowd.
The other two Ravenclaw Chasers strategically spread out. The Beaters focused their efforts on diverting the Hufflepuff players, creating a deliberate one-on-one scenario that favoured Allen. This was the core of Ravenclaw's initial strategy: use Allen's superior broom and flying skill to break the opponent's formation.
Defending Allen one-on-one would be impossible even without the Neptune's advantage. If Hufflepuff committed multiple players to a Zone Defense against Allen, his exceptional body control and passing accuracy would allow him to swiftly feed the ball to the open player for an easy score.
"Blimey! If Roger had hit that Bludger any higher, it would have sailed straight across the sea and knocked the hat off the French Minister for Magic!" Jordan shouted, seemingly oblivious to how his words continued to provoke the referee.
Allen executed a breathtaking single crossover, effortlessly moving past Hufflepuff's aggressive Chaser, Kobe. He poured on the speed! Now he was facing only the Keeper, sprinting toward the far-left hoop. Goal! Goal! Goal! Allen expertly deceived the Keeper, performing a sharp, high-speed stop that momentarily froze the opponent, and then deftly slotted the Quaffle into the far-right hoop!
Allen Harris, the youngest Chaser in a century, had scored the first goal of the game! A massive roar of approval erupted from the Ravenclaw stands, amplified by Jordan's ecstatic commentary.
But it was only the first goal, and the Hufflepuffs were known for their dogged determination. They quickly recovered the Quaffle, passing it swiftly to Kobe, who was now driving the counter-attack. Their formation tightened into a fast, aggressive triangle, circulating the ball between their three Chasers, pressing hard against the Ravenclaw defense.
Captain Roger quickly tried to organize an interception, but Ravenclaw's general playing style was considered soft, and they were notoriously reluctant to engage in intense physical contact. Their defense was shaky, and the Hufflepuffs rapidly advanced to scoring range.
"Hufflepuff's triangle manoeuvre is absolutely shredding the defense! They are getting closer… closer! Ravenclaw seems utterly incapable of stopping them!" As the announcer spoke, the mood in the Ravenclaw stands plummeted.
"Hey! Allen's back! He's back with blistering speed… It's a massive gamble! He's just stolen the Quaffle from Hufflepuff's number five, Robert Horry… Wait! Jordan missed the actual steal; he didn't even see Allen snatch the ball from the opponent's hands! Merlin! He's not waiting for his teammates! He's launching a solo fast break on that phenomenal broom! Hufflepuff is caught flat-footed! Allen has once again engineered a one-on-one with the opposing Keeper—and, predictably, Allen scores on yet another spectacular fast break!"
"That was brilliant tactical flying! As a first-year, Allen Harris is the shortest male player on the pitch, but on defense, he wisely avoided excessive physical contact and instead utilized his agility and the sheer speed of his broomstick to his advantage!"
The match settled into a frantic, back-and-forth pattern for the next half-hour.
"Hufflepuff's Keeper, James, can stop one Ravenclaw shot, he can stop two Ravenclaw shots, but he cannot stop the sustained, relentless barrage of Ravenclaw offense!" Jordan screamed.
"Allen Harris's ability to break through the defense is rendering Hufflepuff helpless! They tried man-marking, even sending Kobe—who sometimes practices at 4 a.m. and is famed for his defense—to neutralize Allen, but he still couldn't stop him! Allen put thirty points on the board in three consecutive possessions!"
He continued, "When Hufflepuff switched to a zone defense, Allen simply found the gaps and dished the ball perfectly. With Allen as the catalyst, Ravenclaw's offense simply overwhelmed them. Though Ravenclaw's defense remained soft, their scoring rate far outpaced their opponents, and the score began to stack up!"
Hufflepuff's only real hope now lay with their talented Seeker, Cedric Diggory. If he could locate and catch the Golden Snitch, Hufflepuff might still steal the victory.
As the frantic intensity of the game increased, Professor McGonagall's frustration peaked, and she instinctively jabbed her wand into Jordan's lower back once more.
"Now, Kobe… Oh, Professor McGonagall, I swear I wasn't even joking that time!"
"I apologize, Jordan," Professor McGonagall said, maintaining a mask of serious composure, though her ears were faintly red. "It was purely… coincidental movement."
Not far away, Professor Flitwick watched the young man's shocked, physical reaction to the jolt and couldn't suppress a mischievous, knowing twitch of his fingers.
"Have we had any Snitch sightings yet?" Jordan asked, turning his gaze warily toward his Head of House.
As if Lee Jordan possessed some uncanny power of Divination, the moment the words left his mouth, Cho Chang, Ravenclaw's Seeker, suddenly lowered her broom and began a near-vertical dive toward the Ravenclaw stands.
Not far behind her, Cedric Diggory paused for only a brief second, instantly registered the urgency, and followed. Though Cedric was an excellent flier and quickly pinpointed the Snitch's location, the walnut-sized golden ball was clearly leading them directly toward the Ravenclaw section.
During the high-speed chase, a massive, brilliantly coloured Ravenclaw banner, still floating high via Edward's spell, appeared directly in Cho Chang's path. Cho Chang, focused entirely on the Snitch, didn't slow down, aiming to fly directly beneath the massive fabric.
Cedric, momentarily lagging, realized the potential danger and, in a desperate attempt, broke the rules and reached out to physically grab his opponent. The move backfired spectacularly: they both clipped the magical banner, becoming briefly entangled in its thick fabric, and plummeted violently from the sky.
A horrified, collective gasp rose from the stands!
Professor Flitwick, reacting with the lightning speed of a former Duelling Champion, instantly drew his wand and cast two powerful, simultaneous cushioning charms, severely decelerating the fall of both Cho Chang and Cedric Diggory. The two Seekers collided, tumbling along with the enormous flag onto the soft, recently charmed grass.
Madam Hooch immediately stopped the match. Team members from both sides rushed down to the ground, helping the two Seekers disentangle themselves from the tightly wrapped banner.
When they finally stood up, a delayed roar erupted from the stadium, a massive, thunderous wave of sound that seemed to stop and restart the atmosphere.
Cho Chang raised her hand aloft. Clenched tightly in her fist was the minuscule, fluttering Golden Snitch.
RAVENCLAW WINS!
The final score, thanks to Allen's relentless Chasing, was overwhelming. In the House Cup competition, where cumulative points mattered, Ravenclaw's resounding victory today established a vast, almost insurmountable lead over the other Houses.
Competitive sports are inherently emotional; the pure joy of one side only amplifies the profound disappointment of the other. It is this intense, raw expression of human emotion that makes Quidditch so beloved among the wizarding community.
Under Madam Hooch's direction, the two teams completed the traditional handshake. The intense, ninety-minute match finally concluded. While the other players on the field were busy stretching and soothing aching muscles, Allen focused on relaxing his nerves.
Having dedicated himself to the advanced bodybuilding techniques of Wizard McKlain, muscle soreness was a non-issue for Allen. His true exhaustion was mental—the ceaseless analytical strain of piloting the Neptune at top speed while maintaining complex tactical formations.
The victory was glorious, but Allen knew his true work—unlocking the Diadem and securing the House Cup—still lay ahead. The deserted Ravenclaw Common Room, awaiting his return, was his next battlefield.