Chapter 748: Six Hundred Years of Character, Is That It?
As Ryan had said, Gryffindor was incredibly lucky. Not only were two of Slytherin’s starting players unable to participate, but the match was over in just twenty minutes.
260:0
The staggering score difference left everyone stunned. No one had expected the burly Slytherins to fail to score even a single goal.
Ron was like a wall, making brilliant saves—some so precise that the ball barely skimmed his gloves before deflecting off the goalpost and rebounding out. It was almost magical. And while the Slytherin supporters chanted the Weasley song in unison, he had the audacity to orchestrate them from above, his taunting skills in full display.
By the time Kanna rushed over, the stands were already emptying.
"That fast?" she asked, puzzled. A match usually lasted at least half an hour.
"Slytherin didn’t score once, and their morale collapsed," Kyle shrugged. "They were relieved to get it over with. When Harry grabbed the Snitch, they barely even resisted."
"Their Beaters looked like they were sleepwalking," Mikel added. Then, turning to Kyle, he asked, "But if it had been our match today, do you think you could’ve scored?"
"I don’t know." Kyle pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "There are two possibilities. One, he was in top form today. If that were the case, I might have scored, but not much. We wouldn’t have been able to dominate."
"What about the other possibility?" Mikel asked, frowning.
Kyle hesitated for a moment before answering. "If it was the other case... then not just me, even if Moran played, I doubt she could score against Gryffindor."