Ludo’s voice was flamboyant, and his words were met with a deafening roar of applause.
A griffin soared proudly across the air, smashing through a shipwreck and tearing through a galleon, before finally hoisting a pathetic little green snake into the sky, stretching out its neck, and swallowing it whole.
The Slytherins turned pale with fury—in an occasion like this, they could completely understand dragging Durmstrang or Beauxbatons out to serve as targets.
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