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"The Ravenclaws are the first to enter!" Lee Jordan shouted.
As usual, he was the host of this match.
"With outstanding players like Cerella, Levine, Davis, and Cho Chang entering the game, I have to say, this is the strongest team Ravenclaw has had in recent years..."
The young wizards nodded in agreement with this statement, especially the older ones.
What was Ravenclaw like before?
What will Ciri be like after she arrives?
What does it look like now?
Everyone knows it.
"Although I am a Gryffindor, after watching the last Ravenclaw match, I have to admit that Levin Green and Ciriella Renren are the best Seeker duo in Hogwarts history!"
Lee's comment was drowned out by the boos from the Slytherins, but the boos were immediately overwhelmed by even louder cheers.
Even the defeated Hufflepuff had to admit their legendary performance in the previous match.
"The Ravenclaw team has reached center court, and Ciri seems to be talking to Levin... What could these two best partners be saying? Is it tactics? Or the secret to their perfect teamwork...?"
Jordan paused for a few seconds before continuing:
“I think everyone is curious… me too, but that’s okay, I can read lips!”
Jordan started telling jokes, then suddenly lowered his voice and imitated Levin's magnetic voice: "Sirira, what kind of person do you think Lee Jordan is?"
Then he imitated Ciri, making a slightly high-pitched voice.
"You mean Jordan? He's definitely great, I mean... oh... his commentary is passionate and humorous, I think he's the best commentator..."
"Yes, I think so too, thank you Ms. Shirella!"
He used his own voice for the last sentence, of course.
This witty remark, which was both self-praising and amusing, made Levin and Cirella laugh in exasperation.
Especially Ciri, who looked up and glared at Jordan from afar.
Even from dozens of meters away, that sharp gaze still made Jordan involuntarily shrink back.
“Oh, sorry, Miss Cirira, I didn’t mean to,” Jordan chuckled apologetically. “My God, Miss Cirira’s eyes are scarier than Barrow’s. I was terrified.”
His timid and hesitant performance elicited another round of laughter.
Levin strongly suspected that this guy watched American football or basketball games live every day at home, just like those Muggle black hosts.
"Don't worry about it, Shirella. He'll definitely come to apologize to you after the match."
Standing on the field, Levin smiled.
Ciri rolled her eyes at Levin: "Do you also think my eyes are scary?"
The eyes of a witch who has experienced various crises are, of course, far more terrifying than those of an ordinary little witch living in peaceful times.
Of course, he didn't answer that way. Instead, he said, "At least on the field, your eyes are like those of a Valkyrie."
“You’re so good with words,” Shirella laughed.
Levin looked around and raised his voice, "Then, under the leadership of our Valkyrie, Ravenclaw will surely win!"
He stretched out his hand, and all the team members placed their hands on his.
"Ravenclaw, victory is certain!"
Even Roger joined in shouting.
Under the shadow of Levin and Cirella, he, as the team captain, has been reduced to a mere tool responsible for arranging daily training.
However, he was quite happy with it, since his name would be listed as the captain on the Quidditch Cup displayed in the future trophy room.
Soon the two captains shook hands, and Mrs. Hodge announced the start of the match.
Levin flew into the air, his Nimbus 2000 suddenly rising, and he casually passed the Quake to Cirella.
"The match has begun!" Li began his official commentary.
"Both sides started with their usual formations, with Levin and Cirella taking turns holding the ball. This chasing duo immediately showed their chemistry."
"In the last game, they delivered a legendary performance, scoring 120 points on 12 of 13 shots in 15 minutes, and they were also excellent on the defensive end, allowing the opponent to score only two baskets."
"I wonder what kind of amazing performance they will deliver in this match? I'm really looking forward to it!"
In fact, Levine and Cirella did not disappoint Jordan's expectations, as they began their massacre of Slytherin right from the start.
The two Chaser immediately set their brooms to maximum speed, taking turns attacking Slytherin's defense.
At this moment, the little snakes finally understood the pain the Hufflepuffs had suffered.
With more time spent training and working together, Levin and Cirella developed a better understanding of each other. Their defenses became like sieves in front of them, easily breached by their speed. They were like snakes facing an eagle, forced to cower on the ground and let their opponents swoop down and ravage them.
Occasionally, they would try to double-team, but the two players would easily pass the ball to the other side, assisting in a score.
Slytherin's captain and Chaser, Marcus Flint, made some boastful remarks before the match, claiming he could single-handedly crush the freshman.
But at this point, he became a tagalong, gaining nothing but eating Levin's exhaust fumes.
In less than five minutes, the score became 60-0, even worse than Hufflepuff's defeat back then.
Thus, the little badgers on the stands instantly transformed into Chiang Kai-shek during the Korean War:
It's not that our army isn't trying, it's just that the Hawkeye has Gundam.
Look, Slytherins aren't even as good as me.
Enraged, they began to resort to their ancestral fouling tactics.
If you can't solve the ball problem, then solve the problem of the players.
Compared to the tall and strong Slytherins, Ravenclaw players were already at a physical disadvantage.
Coupled with their fear of physical confrontation, Slytherin began to gain some advantage in their attacks.
But that still didn't stop Levin and his companion.
Slytherin's batter, Derek, saw an opportunity and hurled a runaway ball at Levine, even though the Quaffle wasn't in his hands.
Because he wanted to teach him a lesson.
But Levin sensed the approaching ball without even turning around, so he changed direction and accelerated, slightly shaking off the ball.
As the ball came chasing him again, he flew right in front of Marcus Flint and then abruptly lost control of the broom.
In an instant, Levin plummeted downwards like a freefalling object, but this abrupt change of direction caused the ball to lose its target.
It missed Levin, but hit Marcus Flint squarely in the face.
Because Levin had blocked his view, Slytherin's captain Marcus didn't notice the ball's arrival at all and was hit squarely. The fierce force not only broke his nose but also knocked him off the broom!
"Oh my God!"
This thrilling moment elicited gasps from the entire audience. Dumbledore and Snape in the stands simultaneously cast spells to slow Marcus's descent.
Seeing that he had almost caused trouble, Levin tried to salvage the situation—he abandoned the idea of pulling up the broom early and instead started it just before he was about to freefall to the ground, so that his speed could catch up with the falling Marcus Flint.
To increase the deceleration effect and prevent rollover, he cast an Aard sign (shockwave) on the ground just before landing as a buffer.
Anyway, this sign requires neither a wand nor incantation, and the shockwave is colorless.
Even if it is used, no one will find out.
Unexpectedly, this scene was discovered by Cirira, who turned to look at him.
The "Sintra cub" didn't say anything and continued to cover the defensive position on its broomstick.
Levin's extreme maneuver allowed him to pull Flint up before he landed.
To avoid this large creature landing face-first, causing further damage to its nose.
The rest of the match was a foregone conclusion.
After being thoroughly humiliated by Ravenclaw, Slytherin lost their captain as commander and completely lost their spirit.
Ravenclaw then pulled ahead to 200-10, and Cho Zhang, with Levin's "escort," finally caught the Golden Snitch.
The competition was over, and the eagles cheered loudly.
This is not just for winning this game.
With two consecutive big wins, Ravenclaw has essentially secured the Quidditch Cup title for this semester.
The Ravenclaw players were practically carried back to Hogwarts by the Hawks.
But this level of celebration alone could not fully express the young wizards' excitement.
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So, after dinner that evening, they simply held a party in the lounge.
This gathering received the rare support of Dean Flitwick.
He instructed the house-elves in the cafeteria to fill the long table in the lounge with delicious food.
Some upperclassmen, unable to attend Hogsmeade's first and second years, even went out of their own pockets to procure a lot of butterbeer to liven things up.
Levin never expected that the dress given to him by the Tonks would come in handy so soon.
At the start of the gathering, Professor Flitwick gave a speech, and everyone cheered for Levin and the others once again.
After that, Professor Flitwick wisely left the lounge, leaving the space to the young wizards.
The Ravenclaw lounge quickly became a sea of joy.
The young wizards gathered in small groups, drinking, chatting, playing games, and dancing...
As one of the biggest contributors today, Levin was welcomed by everyone. Everyone surrounded him, chatting with him, asking him how he felt about winning, and talking about how he tricked Slytherin into attacking their captain with a ball.
In this situation, Levin certainly didn't want to spoil their fun, so he patiently chatted with everyone.
Until Steve mysteriously approached him,
"Hey Levin, stop drinking butterbeer here!"
He forced his way to Levin's side, pushing aside the senior student who was chatting and trying to take advantage of Levin.
"What's wrong, Steve?" Levin, as if granted a pardon, immediately stood aside.