After LordVoldemort took to the pitch, he immediately scored thirty points.
Hovering on his broomstick, he cast a cold, sweeping glance across the entire field.
Dumbledore watched him, the expression on his face looking somewhat strained. Being a Seeker would have been one thing, but the crucial point was that his position was Chaser. The weapon in his hand was not a bat, and the wandless and non-verbal magic he employed was not cast upon the ball, but rather upon himself.
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