Chapter 640: We Should Thank Her
The first Quidditch match of the year, coupled with brand-new broomsticks, brought two surprises in quick succession, and the excitement showed no signs of waning as breakfast came to an end.
Kyle joined the others as they walked through the foyer and out of the castle. The frosty grass crunched under their feet as they hurried across the field to the Quidditch Pitch.
Within five minutes, the pitch began filling with spectators, and the stands were soon packed, the crowd's energy palpable. Even standing still, you could feel the enthusiasm buzzing in the air.
"I really don't know who's going to win this time," Mikel said excitedly, his eyes fixed on the empty field. "Although I hope it's Gryffindor, it would actually be better for us if Slytherin wins."
Hufflepuff's team had several new players, which had weakened them to some extent. While they believed Kyle and Cedric could help compensate, Harry's Firebolt loomed as a significant threat.
From a friend's perspective—and as a member of the DA—Mikel naturally wanted Gryffindor to win. But as a team player, he preferred Gryffindor not score too many points. The conflict had left him torn for days.
"I don't know, but Gryffindor has a better chance of winning," Cedric remarked.
"Slytherin has two new Beaters, but other than being strong, they know next to nothing about Quidditch."
"Who?" Mikel asked curiously.
"Crabbe and Goyle," Cedric replied.
"The two gorillas?" Mikel blurted out. "Can they even tell the difference between a Quaffle and a Bludger?"