Wyzett caught the urgency in Lee Jordan's commentary and immediately scanned the pitch for Cedric, activating his Oculus Magicae to pinpoint the Golden Snitch's exact location.
He quickly realized that the direction Cedric was chasing held no sign of the Snitch.
"It's a trap!" Wyzett's mind snapped to attention. He whipped his gaze in the opposite direction—just beyond Ravenclaw's goalposts.
Sure enough, the Golden Snitch was there, hovering and darting in tight zigzags, its golden glimmer unmistakable.
The Snitch, enchanted to mimic the erratic habits of the ancient Golden Snidget, sometimes paused midair—a fleeting moment Seekers relied on to spot and capture it.
Cedric's maneuver was a classic strong-Seeker tactic: use a feint to mislead the opponent, then double back and accelerate unexpectedly to snatch the Snitch before anyone else realized what was happening.
"Why's Wyzett flying toward his own goalposts?" Lee Jordan suddenly exclaimed. "Is he… is he actually winding up to shoot?"
"Wait a second! That's his own goal! That would score for Hufflepuff! Wyzett's raising his arm… He's really going to throw the Quaffle at his own posts!"
Arsenal looked puzzled, but trusted his teammate enough to hold his tongue—he simply focused, ready to support Wyzett at a moment's notice.
Wyzett drew a steady breath and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Cho! The posts! The posts!"
Cho Chang, acting on instinct, glanced back—abandoning her pursuit of Cedric.
Right beside their own goalposts, she caught a flash of gold.
"Oh no!"
A chill ran through Cedric. In an instant, he understood what Wyzett had seen. He spun his broom handle and shot toward the Ravenclaw posts.
"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Lee Jordan gasped, finally catching on. "The Snitch was in the opposite direction all along! Cedric was faking!"
"But Cho Chang is closer—she's right by the posts! She might just—she might just get there first!"
Tension gripped the stands. All eyes were locked on Cho and Cedric—who would seize the Snitch first?
If Cedric succeeded, the score would flip completely—Hufflepuff would win it all.
Wyzett slipped into Custodis Meditatio, his senses darting between Cho, Cedric, the posts, and the Snitch itself.
The moment a Seeker drew near, the Snitch would dart away.
From Cho's angle, if she rushed in, the Snitch would likely flee—straight toward Cedric's path.
If that happened, Cedric would have the upper hand!
His only hope was the Quaffle in his hands.
Wyzett exhaled, channeled Ancient Magic into the ball, and hurled it with all his might.
Ancient Magic: Projectile Mastery
The Quaffle shot off with a thunderous whoosh, streaking toward Arsenal.
From its path, Arsenal realized Wyzett wasn't aiming for the hoop, but for the post itself—just beneath the rings.
He thought he understood the plan and whispered, "Can he really pull this off?"
Under his watchful gaze, the Quaffle, a streak of red lightning, smashed into the post and ricocheted at a wild angle.
"Wyzett's up to something… The Quaffle's bounced off the post!" Lee Jordan hesitated, then his voice rose in excitement. "Cedric's closing in on the Snitch—but Cho Chang is gaining—fast!"
"The Snitch is bolting away—straight toward Cedric! Merlin's flowery boxers, what a twist! Cedric's about to grab it!"
A groan rippled through the Ravenclaw stands.
Just as Wyzett feared, the Snitch sensed Cho's approach and, in a panic, zipped toward Cedric.
But Wyzett's focus was locked on the Quaffle, guiding the ancient magic inside, nudging its flight—closer, closer…
"Let's congratulate Hufflepuff on their win—" Lee Jordan began, then stopped short. "The Quaffle!"
"Hufflepuff—Cedric's been struck by the Quaffle! The Snitch—Cho Chang's got it! She's caught the Snitch!"
"It's over! Final score: three hundred and twenty to forty! Ravenclaw takes a stunning victory! Let's hear it for Ravenclaw!"
He still sounded dazed, and quickly turned, "Professor Flitwick, what just happened?"
He'd been so focused on Cedric that he'd missed the critical moment with the Quaffle.
The Ravenclaw section erupted—thunderous cheers, students leaping to their feet, waving their arms and chanting Wyzett's name.
"Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw!" Even Flitwick was shouting, his wand conjuring a shower of brilliant streamers that soared above the pitch.
When Lee Jordan asked his question, Flitwick lowered his wand, coughed to steady his voice, and tried to sound as calm as possible.
"Wyzett's Quaffle hit the post, bounced off, and—" He gestured dramatically. "—it struck the Snitch! I've never seen anything like it. Absolutely unbelievable!"
A wave of excitement swept the crowd, the chant of Wyzett's name growing louder and louder until it echoed through the entire stadium.
"This…" Lee Jordan swallowed hard. "Was it luck or pure skill? Either way—let's congratulate Ravenclaw one more time! Incredible, unbelievable Ravenclaw!"
Wyzett landed, and his teammates immediately mobbed him, their faces alight with uncontainable joy.
They needed this win so badly.
For a house whose common room soared above the castle and whose crest was an eagle, finishing last in Quidditch year after year was simply unacceptable.
Ravenclaw's students surged forward, lifting Wyzett high like a newly-crowned champion and carrying him from the pitch in triumph.
If they weren't worried about dropping him, they'd have paraded him all the way across the snowy grounds and into the common room.
Back in the tower, Wyzett checked the time.
It wasn't even one o'clock yet—plenty of time for a nap before Quirrell's private lesson…
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