Chapter 209: A Good Place to Relax
This was probably the most extraordinary Quidditch match Hogwarts had seen in a century.
Hufflepuff, who had been unfairly targeted throughout the entire match, won the game, yet none of them felt any joy. They celebrated briefly and symbolically before hurrying back to the Changing Rooms.
Gryffindor, who hadn't been the target of Snape's ire, lost once again, and naturally, they weren't pleased either.
Even many of the spectators found their enthusiasm dampened by the incessant fouls and sat down in the hope the game would end soon.
If anyone was satisfied with the match, it was Snape, the referee. With his enchanted whistle, he'd managed to turn the game into a personal show, focusing on Kyle and preventing Harry from seizing the Golden Snitch.
I never knew being a Quidditch referee could be so entertaining. I might try it again sometime, Snape thought, feeling thoroughly satisfied as he dismounted his broom, especially when he saw the pale faces of Kyle and Harry. He couldn't remember feeling this pleased, not even the first time he brewed Felix Felicis.
"He really ought to die!"
In the Hufflepuff Changing Rooms, Harris was pounding the wall in fury.
"A thirty-minute match, and Professor Snape... he actually called twenty-one fouls on us! I've never seen anything so outrageous."
"Even at the Quidditch World Cup in 1473, the average was only one foul every two minutes!"
"If Snape is refereeing the next match, we refuse to participate!"