Chapter 299: Magic Defeats Magic
Kyle got up early on Saturday morning, eager to watch the upcoming Quidditch match. This season's schedule wasn't favorable to Gryffindor—they had to face the fully-equipped Slytherin team right from the start. A lineup with all Nimbus 2001s... they might as well be up against a professional team. Given this, it was no wonder the Gryffindors were feeling low; even Fred and George didn't seem in the mood for jokes.
When Kyle arrived in the Great Hall, he found the Gryffindor players clustered together around their long, empty table, looking tense and unusually quiet. Unsure what to say, he simply hurried over and gave both Fred and George a supportive pat on the shoulder as they were getting ready to head to the Quidditch Pitch.
"Come on, if you win, you won't have to do that tap-dancing flight around the castle again," he said.
Fred and George had been looking for an excuse to get out of that bet all year, especially with that shiny Order of Merlin medallions to his name, yet they still hadn't followed through.
The main issue was the absurdity of the moves they had planned—balancing three trophies on their heads while tap-dancing on a broomstick wasn't just tricky; it bordered on impossible. Even managing one of those feats would have been a stretch, let alone both.
Fred's eyes brightened. "Really?"
"Of course, it's a deal," Kyle laughed.
"Honestly, your pep talks work way better than Wood's," George said, leaning over. "All he ever does is repeat the same stuff."
George cleared his throat and mimicked Oliver Wood's voice with a grand gesture. "'Slytherin's broomsticks may be better than ours, but the players on our broomsticks are better than theirs...'"
"As if that isn't the most obvious thing... and he's our captain?"
"But he is the captain," Fred shrugged. "We've got to go along with it."