Chapter 95

With moments to go before the Quidditch match began, the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch was already ignited by a fervent atmosphere, resembling a volcano of joy on the verge of eruption. The stadium was gently embraced by rolling mountains, with a sky as blue as a gemstone suspended high above. Large, leisurely clouds drifted past like fluffy decorations quietly embellishing this top-tier event in the Wizarding World. At the center of the pitch, the meticulously trimmed, emerald-green turf lay as flat as a giant green velvet carpet. Every blade of grass quivered gently in the breeze, as if eagerly welcoming the spectacular showdown about to unfold.