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Chapter 14: The Quidditch Final
A year has passed by and finally Wood's favorite event, the Quidditch Final, arrived.
"All right, boys, this is it!" Wood said excitedly, walking back and forth in the changing room in his scarlet Quidditch robes. "The one we've all been waiting for, the Quidditch Finals! We will show the Slytherins and win the Cup for Gryffindor!"
"Wood, can you stop walking? You are making us dizzy. Anyway, we win the Cup every year since we are here so don't be so excited." William said, folding his arms.
Wood stopped dead on his tracks, turned around and marched towards William. William backed away a little.
"What do you mean by don't be so excited?! This is our last year in Hogwarts! What will the Gryffindor students say if we lose this match?!" Wood yelled hysterically.
William held up his hands. "All right! All right! We will try our best."
Wood glared at him.
"Our very best!" William said quickly. "We promise! Right, boys?"
"Yeah!" The team yelled.
Wood smiled. "That's better. Now don't forget all the difficult moves that have been invented by witches and wizards during the past Quidditch matches."
"We won't." Don grinned. "They are the keys to our victory."
"Here comes are the Gryffindors!" Jordan yelled and his voice was drowned by the Slytherins' yells of disgust.
"And here comes the Slytherins! I hope they will lose again this year.."
"Jordan!" Professor Isidis growled.
"I can't help it, Professor. I am a Gryffindor! Anyway, here comes the referee Professor Hawkshead!"
Professor Hawkshead, a young, energetic man stepped into the field, carrying a box that contained the Quaffle, the Bludgers and the golden Snitch and he was holding a broomstick. He put the things down. "Now I want a nice clean game from all of you. Especially your team, Malfoy." He added, staring at Malfoy and his team pointedly.
Malfoy scowled.
"Now, Captains, shake hands!"
Malfoy and Wood just glared at each other.
"Come on, hurry up." Professor Hawkshead said impatiently.
Malfoy and Wood reached out their hands, shook them and let go quickly. Wood and Malfoy wiped their hands on their robes as if they had touched something disgusting.
Professor Hawkshead kicked the box opened and let out the balls.
"Mount your brooms. On my whistle, 3,2,1..." Professor Hawkshead blew his whistle and 14 brooms zoomed off into the air.
"And the game begin! Now it is Gryffindor in possession, Don Weasley of Gryffindor with the Quaffle flies upwards, to Great Wizards know where, Aidoneus Malfoy flies after him to get the Quaffle..."
"You can't escape me, Weasel!" Malfoy yelled.
"Ha!" Don sneered.
"Ooooo, I can see Weasley is sneering, it is obvious that he hates Malfoy..."
"Jordan, the commentary!" Professor Isidis yelled.
"Oh yeah, and....wait a minute, what is Weasley doing? He is throwing down the Quaffle! And he is not anywhere near the goalposts! Is he mad?!"
Yells of protests came from the Gryffindor students. Dumbledore and his friends didn't say anything because they knew what's going on.
"Wait! Wait! Weasley is actually passing the Quaffle downwards to Michael Johnson of Gryffindor, who is waiting a few feet under him!"
Cheers came from Gryffindor this time. They waved their small Gryffindor flags enthusiastically.
Malfoy looked paler than usual and shot downwards to Michael. Michael caught the Quaffle, saw Malfoy and raced off towards the goalposts.
"It's the Porskoff Ploy move." Minerva observed.
"Boy, Malfoy doesn't look good, does he? Now Gryffindor is still in possession... LOOK OUT MICHAEL! THAT'S A BLUDGER!" Jordan yelled into the megaphone so loudly that Professor Isidis had to cover his ears.
Michael's eyes widened and ducked.
ZOOM
"Whew, that was close! Michael Johnson is going near the goalposts and....OH NO!"
Groans came from Gryffindor while applause came from Slytherin as the Slytherin Keeper swerved around all three-goal hoops at high speed to block the Quaffle.
"It's the Double Eight Loop move. This doesn't look good." Madeline groaned.
The Slytherin Keeper caught hold of the Quaffle and threw it to his teammate.
"Now it is Slytherin in possession...."
A Slytherin Beater, Flint, narrowed his eyes at Don, he whistled loudly to another Slytherin Beater and they joined together.
"Higgs of Slytherin with the Quaffle is now going towards the goalposts....oh I can't look..wait, what are the two Slytherin Beaters doing?"
A Bludger rushed towards Flint and the other Beater. They waved their bats and WHAM! They hit the Bludger together at the same time. The Bludger flew towards Don and WHAM!
"Aaahhhhh!!!!!!"
"BOO!!!!!!" The Gryffindors yelled while the Slytherins cheered and waved their Slytherin flags happily.
Wood's eyes went widened with horror and signaled to Professor Hawkshead frantically. Professor Hawkshead nodded and blew his whistle. "TIME OUT!!!"
Malfoy's mouth dropped opened. "WHAT?! But..." He stopped and flew down angrily towards the ground with the rest.
The moment Don let go of his broomstick; he spat out blood and fell down in a dead faint.
"Aaahhhh!!! Don!" Wood yelled, dropped to his knees and tried to wake Don up.
"GET HIM TO THE HOSPITAL WING!!!" Professor Hawkshead yelled to the paramedics at the side of the field.
After Don was gone, Wood stood up quickly and glared at Malfoy's team. "YOU! How dare you!" He yelled with a blaze of anger in his eyes. "Professor Hawkshead! That's a foul! They nearly killed my Chaser!"
"It isn't a foul! It is a move call Dopplebeater Defence!" Flint protested.
Professor Hawkshead nodded. "Right, take the penalty later."
Wood swallowed. "But what about Don?!"
"And the rules say that in the case of injury, no substitution of players will take place. The team will play on without the injured player." Professor Hawkshead said, cleared his throat and picked up his broomstick. "Now, let's continue."
"Who made that stupid rule?!" William protested.
Wood was saddened by Professor Hawkshead's words. He lowered his head for a while. He looked up and glared at Malfoy's team. "You... despicable snakes! We will get you for this!"
Malfoy and his teammates just smirked.
"Now the players are back to their positions, and oh no, Don Weasley is not there." Jordan groaned with the rest of the Gryffindors.
Professor Hawkshead blew his whistle and Michael flew forward to take the penalty.
"Now Eric Spinnet of Gryffindor is taking the penalty! COME ON, ERIC! DO IT FOR DON!!!! AND HE SCORES! TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!"
Cheers came from the Gryffindors loudly.
"And now it is still Gryffindor in possession! Michael is now going in a WOW! A high-speed zig-zagging movement!"
"That's the Woollongong Shimmy move! Go Michael!" Nicholas yelled as loudly as possible.
"And Michael has thrown the Slytherins Chasers off! Michael zoomed to the Slytherin goalpost with the Quaffle and...HE SCORES! ANOTHER TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!"
The Slytherins groaned and booed while the Gryffindors cheered and a few boys waved their enormous Gryffindor flag happily.
"Now it is Slytherin in possession, Higgs is now flying towards the goalposts with the Quaffle! Come on, Gryffindor keeper! Save it!" Jordan yelled.
The Gryffindor keeper, Kenneth Bell, held his broom horizontally with one hand and one foot curled around the handle and kept all his limbs outstretched. The Quaffle flew to him and he saved it with his right arm.
"And Kenneth save it with the Starfish and Stick move! Haahahahaha!!!!!! Take that! You evil slimy nasty...." Jordan cried into the megaphone.
"JORDAN!" Professor Isidis thundered.
"Good work, Kenneth!" Wood yelled happily, as he zoomed past Kenneth, chasing after a Bludger.
"Now Gryffindor in possess...wait a minute, is that the Golden Snitch near the Slytherin goalposts?"
William turned his head sharply to the goalposts, caught sight of the Snitch and zoomed towards it. He ducked a Bludger on the way and continued. The Slytherin Seeker flew as fast as lightning towards the Snitch too.
"GO WILLIAM!" Dumbledore and his friends yelled.
"Come on, hurry up!" William urged his broomstick, chasing the Snitch with the Slytherin Seeker.
"WILLIAM! USE THE P.P!" Wood yelled, hitting a Bludger to Malfoy.
William held out an arm, swerved and.... scooped the Snitch up to his sleeve.
"I caught it!" William yelled, putting his hand into his sleeve and got the Snitch out, while the Slytherin Seeker gaped at his move.
"What the...." Jordan started and shrugged. "Oh well, William Potter of Gryffindor had caught the Snitch !"
Professor Hawkshead blew his whistle. "Gryffindor wins!"
"WHAT KIND OF MOVE IS THAT?!" The Slytherin Seeker yelled angrily to Professor Hawkshead.
"That's the Plumpton Pass move." Professor Hawkshead said calmly.
The stadium exploded. All right, to be more actual, half of the stadium exploded. Dumbledore grabbed Minerva's hand. "Come on!" He pulled her to jump across the barrier along with the other Gryffindors and onto the pitch. Wood and the others landed and they congratulated William. "We did it! We have shown Slytherin! I wish Don could see this!" Michael yelled, slapping William on the back. Professor Dippet and Professor Isidis gave each other a high-five. Jordan danced around his place happily with the megaphone still in his hands. Malfoy and his teammates just scowled.
"Come on! Let's get the Cup!" Wood yelled happily, gathering all his teammates and rushed to the stands, where the Headmaster was with the Quidditch Cup. The Headmaster shook his hand with Wood and handed the Cup to Wood. Wood grinned and handed the Cup to William. William bowed with the rest of the teammates and he held it high up and the Gryffindors cheered loudly. "Three cheers for the Gryffindor Team!" Dumbledore yelled and the Gryffindors cheered.
Malfoy glared at the Gryffindors and noticed that Dumbledore was holding Minerva's hand all this while. He frowned. Dumbledore always got the best of everything. He was the top scholar, the Head Boy, an expert in Transfiguration, the leader of the Gryffindor boys, and he even knows how to get himself a girlfriend.....
Wait a second.
An evil smile came across his face slowly. He knew what he could do to upset Dumbledore.
All he has to do now is wait.
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Chapter 14: The Quidditch Final
A year has passed by and finally Wood's favorite event, the Quidditch Final, arrived.
"All right, boys, this is it!" Wood said excitedly, walking back and forth in the changing room in his scarlet Quidditch robes. "The one we've all been waiting for, the Quidditch Finals! We will show the Slytherins and win the Cup for Gryffindor!"
"Wood, can you stop walking? You are making us dizzy. Anyway, we win the Cup every year since we are here so don't be so excited." William said, folding his arms.
Wood stopped dead on his tracks, turned around and marched towards William. William backed away a little.
"What do you mean by don't be so excited?! This is our last year in Hogwarts! What will the Gryffindor students say if we lose this match?!" Wood yelled hysterically.
William held up his hands. "All right! All right! We will try our best."
Wood glared at him.
"Our very best!" William said quickly. "We promise! Right, boys?"
"Yeah!" The team yelled.
Wood smiled. "That's better. Now don't forget all the difficult moves that have been invented by witches and wizards during the past Quidditch matches."
"We won't." Don grinned. "They are the keys to our victory."
"Here comes are the Gryffindors!" Jordan yelled and his voice was drowned by the Slytherins' yells of disgust.
"And here comes the Slytherins! I hope they will lose again this year.."
"Jordan!" Professor Isidis growled.
"I can't help it, Professor. I am a Gryffindor! Anyway, here comes the referee Professor Hawkshead!"
Professor Hawkshead, a young, energetic man stepped into the field, carrying a box that contained the Quaffle, the Bludgers and the golden Snitch and he was holding a broomstick. He put the things down. "Now I want a nice clean game from all of you. Especially your team, Malfoy." He added, staring at Malfoy and his team pointedly.
Malfoy scowled.
"Now, Captains, shake hands!"
Malfoy and Wood just glared at each other.
"Come on, hurry up." Professor Hawkshead said impatiently.
Malfoy and Wood reached out their hands, shook them and let go quickly. Wood and Malfoy wiped their hands on their robes as if they had touched something disgusting.
Professor Hawkshead kicked the box opened and let out the balls.
"Mount your brooms. On my whistle, 3,2,1..." Professor Hawkshead blew his whistle and 14 brooms zoomed off into the air.
"And the game begin! Now it is Gryffindor in possession, Don Weasley of Gryffindor with the Quaffle flies upwards, to Great Wizards know where, Aidoneus Malfoy flies after him to get the Quaffle..."
"You can't escape me, Weasel!" Malfoy yelled.
"Ha!" Don sneered.
"Ooooo, I can see Weasley is sneering, it is obvious that he hates Malfoy..."
"Jordan, the commentary!" Professor Isidis yelled.
"Oh yeah, and....wait a minute, what is Weasley doing? He is throwing down the Quaffle! And he is not anywhere near the goalposts! Is he mad?!"
Yells of protests came from the Gryffindor students. Dumbledore and his friends didn't say anything because they knew what's going on.
"Wait! Wait! Weasley is actually passing the Quaffle downwards to Michael Johnson of Gryffindor, who is waiting a few feet under him!"
Cheers came from Gryffindor this time. They waved their small Gryffindor flags enthusiastically.
Malfoy looked paler than usual and shot downwards to Michael. Michael caught the Quaffle, saw Malfoy and raced off towards the goalposts.
"It's the Porskoff Ploy move." Minerva observed.
"Boy, Malfoy doesn't look good, does he? Now Gryffindor is still in possession... LOOK OUT MICHAEL! THAT'S A BLUDGER!" Jordan yelled into the megaphone so loudly that Professor Isidis had to cover his ears.
Michael's eyes widened and ducked.
ZOOM
"Whew, that was close! Michael Johnson is going near the goalposts and....OH NO!"
Groans came from Gryffindor while applause came from Slytherin as the Slytherin Keeper swerved around all three-goal hoops at high speed to block the Quaffle.
"It's the Double Eight Loop move. This doesn't look good." Madeline groaned.
The Slytherin Keeper caught hold of the Quaffle and threw it to his teammate.
"Now it is Slytherin in possession...."
A Slytherin Beater, Flint, narrowed his eyes at Don, he whistled loudly to another Slytherin Beater and they joined together.
"Higgs of Slytherin with the Quaffle is now going towards the goalposts....oh I can't look..wait, what are the two Slytherin Beaters doing?"
A Bludger rushed towards Flint and the other Beater. They waved their bats and WHAM! They hit the Bludger together at the same time. The Bludger flew towards Don and WHAM!
"Aaahhhhh!!!!!!"
"BOO!!!!!!" The Gryffindors yelled while the Slytherins cheered and waved their Slytherin flags happily.
Wood's eyes went widened with horror and signaled to Professor Hawkshead frantically. Professor Hawkshead nodded and blew his whistle. "TIME OUT!!!"
Malfoy's mouth dropped opened. "WHAT?! But..." He stopped and flew down angrily towards the ground with the rest.
The moment Don let go of his broomstick; he spat out blood and fell down in a dead faint.
"Aaahhhh!!! Don!" Wood yelled, dropped to his knees and tried to wake Don up.
"GET HIM TO THE HOSPITAL WING!!!" Professor Hawkshead yelled to the paramedics at the side of the field.
After Don was gone, Wood stood up quickly and glared at Malfoy's team. "YOU! How dare you!" He yelled with a blaze of anger in his eyes. "Professor Hawkshead! That's a foul! They nearly killed my Chaser!"
"It isn't a foul! It is a move call Dopplebeater Defence!" Flint protested.
Professor Hawkshead nodded. "Right, take the penalty later."
Wood swallowed. "But what about Don?!"
"And the rules say that in the case of injury, no substitution of players will take place. The team will play on without the injured player." Professor Hawkshead said, cleared his throat and picked up his broomstick. "Now, let's continue."
"Who made that stupid rule?!" William protested.
Wood was saddened by Professor Hawkshead's words. He lowered his head for a while. He looked up and glared at Malfoy's team. "You... despicable snakes! We will get you for this!"
Malfoy and his teammates just smirked.
"Now the players are back to their positions, and oh no, Don Weasley is not there." Jordan groaned with the rest of the Gryffindors.
Professor Hawkshead blew his whistle and Michael flew forward to take the penalty.
"Now Eric Spinnet of Gryffindor is taking the penalty! COME ON, ERIC! DO IT FOR DON!!!! AND HE SCORES! TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!"
Cheers came from the Gryffindors loudly.
"And now it is still Gryffindor in possession! Michael is now going in a WOW! A high-speed zig-zagging movement!"
"That's the Woollongong Shimmy move! Go Michael!" Nicholas yelled as loudly as possible.
"And Michael has thrown the Slytherins Chasers off! Michael zoomed to the Slytherin goalpost with the Quaffle and...HE SCORES! ANOTHER TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!"
The Slytherins groaned and booed while the Gryffindors cheered and a few boys waved their enormous Gryffindor flag happily.
"Now it is Slytherin in possession, Higgs is now flying towards the goalposts with the Quaffle! Come on, Gryffindor keeper! Save it!" Jordan yelled.
The Gryffindor keeper, Kenneth Bell, held his broom horizontally with one hand and one foot curled around the handle and kept all his limbs outstretched. The Quaffle flew to him and he saved it with his right arm.
"And Kenneth save it with the Starfish and Stick move! Haahahahaha!!!!!! Take that! You evil slimy nasty...." Jordan cried into the megaphone.
"JORDAN!" Professor Isidis thundered.
"Good work, Kenneth!" Wood yelled happily, as he zoomed past Kenneth, chasing after a Bludger.
"Now Gryffindor in possess...wait a minute, is that the Golden Snitch near the Slytherin goalposts?"
William turned his head sharply to the goalposts, caught sight of the Snitch and zoomed towards it. He ducked a Bludger on the way and continued. The Slytherin Seeker flew as fast as lightning towards the Snitch too.
"GO WILLIAM!" Dumbledore and his friends yelled.
"Come on, hurry up!" William urged his broomstick, chasing the Snitch with the Slytherin Seeker.
"WILLIAM! USE THE P.P!" Wood yelled, hitting a Bludger to Malfoy.
William held out an arm, swerved and.... scooped the Snitch up to his sleeve.
"I caught it!" William yelled, putting his hand into his sleeve and got the Snitch out, while the Slytherin Seeker gaped at his move.
"What the...." Jordan started and shrugged. "Oh well, William Potter of Gryffindor had caught the Snitch !"
Professor Hawkshead blew his whistle. "Gryffindor wins!"
"WHAT KIND OF MOVE IS THAT?!" The Slytherin Seeker yelled angrily to Professor Hawkshead.
"That's the Plumpton Pass move." Professor Hawkshead said calmly.
The stadium exploded. All right, to be more actual, half of the stadium exploded. Dumbledore grabbed Minerva's hand. "Come on!" He pulled her to jump across the barrier along with the other Gryffindors and onto the pitch. Wood and the others landed and they congratulated William. "We did it! We have shown Slytherin! I wish Don could see this!" Michael yelled, slapping William on the back. Professor Dippet and Professor Isidis gave each other a high-five. Jordan danced around his place happily with the megaphone still in his hands. Malfoy and his teammates just scowled.
"Come on! Let's get the Cup!" Wood yelled happily, gathering all his teammates and rushed to the stands, where the Headmaster was with the Quidditch Cup. The Headmaster shook his hand with Wood and handed the Cup to Wood. Wood grinned and handed the Cup to William. William bowed with the rest of the teammates and he held it high up and the Gryffindors cheered loudly. "Three cheers for the Gryffindor Team!" Dumbledore yelled and the Gryffindors cheered.
Malfoy glared at the Gryffindors and noticed that Dumbledore was holding Minerva's hand all this while. He frowned. Dumbledore always got the best of everything. He was the top scholar, the Head Boy, an expert in Transfiguration, the leader of the Gryffindor boys, and he even knows how to get himself a girlfriend.....
Wait a second.
An evil smile came across his face slowly. He knew what he could do to upset Dumbledore.
All he has to do now is wait.