The match began quickly. Once the Quaffle was thrown up by Madam Hooch, it stayed suspended in the air for a short moment before being snatched away in a near-brutal fashion by Marcus Flint, the tall and fierce-looking Slytherin Team Quidditch captain.
He gripped his flying broomstick tightly and sped toward the goal hoops like a bolt of lightning.
Everyone in the stands held their breath, because they knew that if no one could stop him, this attack would inevitably turn into a goal.
Just as Marcus Flint was about to reach the goal, he swung his arm wide and threw the Quaffle at the hoops.
Wood, the Gryffindor team keeper, showed amazing reaction speed and agility. With a forceful swing of his broom's head, he accurately and fiercely knocked the high-speed Quaffle away.
At the same time, the Gryffindor team's new chaser, Angelina Johnson, like a vigorous falcon, quickly seized the opportunity and steadily caught the deflected Quaffle.
The situation on the pitch changed in an instant. Just as Angelina Johnson was preparing to break through the defense, the Slytherin chaser, Adrian Pucey, not to be outdone, rushed over in an attempt to forcibly snatch the Quaffle.
In that critical moment, one of the Weasley Twins from the Gryffindor team took decisive action, hitting a bludger hard toward Adrian Pucey—this sudden strike forced Adrian Pucey to distract himself to dodge, allowing Angelina Johnson to successfully shake off her opponent's entanglement.
Angelina Johnson then skillfully avoided Marcus Flint's fierce collision and continued to accelerate forward.
She was now getting closer and closer to the goal, and the cheers of the audience rose in waves.
Amidst the tension and anticipation, Angelina Johnson swung her arm without hesitation and shot the Quaffle accurately toward the goal.
Facing the menacing Quaffle, the Slytherin keeper, Miles Bletchley, quickly dove downward in an attempt to block the shot.
Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, he ultimately failed to stop Angelina Johnson's shot. The Quaffle flew straight into the goal like a cannonball, instantly igniting the passion of the entire audience.
As the referee blew the whistle to signal Gryffindor's successful score, the numbers on the scoreboard changed: ten to zero!
At this moment, the entire stadium was boiling. The little lions in the Gryffindor stands hugged each other in celebration, while boos rang out from the Slytherin side.
Adelaide gave a lazy, wide yawn and stretched her arms, seemingly trying to drive away the creeping sleepiness.
To be honest, rather than sitting in the stands watching a Quidditch match, Adelaide actually preferred being able to personally mount a flying broomstick and throw herself into the intense competition, fully feeling the thrill of lightning speed and free soaring—by her calculations, she would be eligible to join the Quidditch team next semester, so she could practice flying more during the summer break this year.
Adelaide turned her head to look at Cho Chang and Senior Natasha beside her, finding that both were full of excitement and agitation, staring intently at the pitch and cheering for the two teams.
In this situation, Adelaide felt too embarrassed to say that she had no interest in this match and wanted to go back to the Ravenclaw Common Room for a nap.
Bored, Adelaide could only choose to let her mind wander, her eyes gradually becoming glazed as she started to daze—just then, a small paper ball flew into her hand from nowhere.
Adelaide was slightly startled at first, then raised her slender eyebrows, thinking to herself that this scene was very familiar... She gently unfolded the paper ball in her hand to see a line of elegant handwriting; she didn't even need to look closely to recognize it as Amandine's handwriting.
The content on the note was concise and clear, inviting her to meet at Hagrid's hut right now.
Adelaide instinctively raised her head and looked toward the Gryffindor stands. Soon, she saw Hagrid, who was tall and burly, at least twice as tall as an ordinary adult.
Hagrid was currently standing in the crowd shouting something, his thick and powerful arms raised high, constantly shouting slogans, clearly cheering for the Gryffindor team.
After confirming that Hagrid was still at the Quidditch Pitch, Adelaide looked away. Then she noticed that Amandine and Dumbledore, who should have been sitting in the staff stand, had both disappeared—combining this with the note in her hand, something important was likely about to happen.
Thinking of this, Adelaide slowly stood up, gently patted Cho Chang's shoulder, and whispered that she needed to go to the toilet.
Then she carefully avoided the dense crowd, walked quickly down the steps along the edge of the stands, and finally successfully left the bustling Quidditch Pitch.
To prepare for any possible unexpected situations, Adelaide quickly and cautiously pulled her wand out of her pocket, holding it in her right hand and skillfully hiding it inside her loose and wide sleeve.
At the same time, her left hand, as if by magic, fumbled out several small, delicate, peach-pink seeds from her pocket—these magic beans were no ordinary things; their skins were carefully carved with a series of complex and ancient characters.
In order to greatly increase the growth speed of the magic beans so that they could grow at an alarming rate and transform into powerful combat strength once they touched the soil, Adelaide had spent two whole months buried in research.
Finally, her hard work paid off. After countless repeated trials and continuous improvements, she had successfully engraved those obscure yet magically powerful Ancient Runes onto the surface of the magic beans a week ago.
When these magic beans needed to be used, she only had to bury them in the ground without needing to write any more runes; these mutated magic beans would come to life, quickly taking root and sprouting, growing vigorously and showing amazing, miraculous power.
With her wand in her right hand and magic beans in her left, Adelaide finally felt a bit more at ease.
Her strength now had undergone a world-shaking change compared to Christmas. With these two trump cards in hand, she felt she finally possessed a certain level of self-protection, even enough to face Lord Voldemort's Horcrux head-on.
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