Feeling Cho Chang's gaze, Amanda, who was feeding the Owl, turned her head to look at her.
Meeting Amanda's eyes, which were as calm as water, Cho Chang's emotions were so intense that even her voice trembled slightly.
"Amanda, did you buy this?"
"Yes," Amanda nodded frankly, as the other members of the Ravenclaw Team also turned their heads to look at her, "My sponsored gift to everyone."
Everyone in Ravenclaw had been very kind to her, so she felt she should give something back.
Amanda had this idea for a long time, especially after Harry brought out his firebolt last time and Cho Chang showed an envious expression.
She directly placed an order with the manufacturing factory for a sufficient number of firebolts to ensure that every member of the Ravenclaw Team could use one.
Logically, the manufacturing factory didn't have such a strong production capacity yet; in other words, the production capacity was insufficient, and they could only sell them one by one.
Even the teams at the Quidditch World Cup who wanted firebolts would have to wait until the start of the summer holidays for delivery.
But who told Amanda to be their boss now? Who told Amanda to give them a salary so high that they couldn't refuse?
With these two points in mind, insufficient manufacturing capacity? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Even if they had to stay up all night, they had to produce a sufficient number of firebolts in the shortest possible time and deliver them to Amanda.
As a result, the Wizards of the British Wizarding World, who usually never worked overtime, rarely used Vitality Tonics to stay up for three consecutive nights, producing enough firebolts and delivering them before this Quidditch match at Hogwarts began.
The members of the Ravenclaw Team were all ecstatic upon hearing Amanda's words. They were all people who loved Quidditch; who wouldn't be tempted by such an excellent flying broomstick?
Not to mention, with such great flying broomsticks, maybe they could win this match!
If it weren't for Hermione being right there and them being sensible, they would really want to run over and give Amanda a few big kisses.
She really was the darling of their Ravenclaw House!
Of course, she was also the leader of their Ravenclaw House. Who wouldn't love such a leader who doted on them so much?
"Thank you, Amanda, we will definitely work hard in the match!"
"That's right! We'll definitely strive for victory!"
The members of the Ravenclaw Team made promises to Amanda one after another.
As for whether it was too expensive or other such polite talk, there was no need to say it; saying it would only spoil the atmosphere.
Amanda shook her head with a calm expression, her voice remaining unchanged.
"Don't feel pressured, just do your best. Safety first, and enjoy the match as much as possible. I didn't sponsor the firebolts to make you win, but so you can enjoy the match better."
"I wish you a safe and happy match."
"We certainly will."
Cho Chang nodded vigorously, and after trying to calm herself down, she stood up with her firebolt and walked out of the Great Hall with everyone from the house team.
They needed to go to the Quidditch Pitch's changing room early to change into their team uniforms.
The commotion at the Ravenclaw Table naturally didn't escape the eyes of the people from the other three houses.
Eight flying broomsticks descending from the sky—that kind of commotion was simply impossible to ignore; it was just too conspicuous.
In response to this, the Little Badgers of Hufflepuff accepted it well. How Amanda spent her money was her business, but... the gossip-loving Little Badgers all turned their gazes toward the members of their own Quidditch team. Their pressure must be quite high, right?
Then the easy-going Little Badgers discovered that their team members were clearly also very qualified Hufflepuffs; they didn't show any signs of being under pressure and were all happily chatting with the friends around them.
It was just a match; as long as they did their best, the result wasn't that important.
The Little Snakes of Slytherin fell into collective contemplation, thinking about the possibility of having their own parents sponsor some firebolts.
Although the family wasn't making money now, the foundation was still there, right... The only ones with slightly large emotional fluctuations were probably the Gryffindors, who were about to play against Ravenclaw.
Wood helplessly patted Fred and George on the shoulders and sighed at his team members.
"Don't be nervous, everyone, and don't be afraid. We'll just do our best."
Fred, whose shoulder he patted, grinned and poked him back, "We're not nervous, and certainly not afraid. On the contrary, it's you..."
"...who's more conflicted," George chimed in with his brother in perfect sync.
"Look on the bright side, Wood, trust our skills." Angelina also walked over and nodded at him.
Harry added a bit mischievously from the side, "Besides, don't worry too much about the result; we'll do our best."
Wood couldn't help but roll his eyes at his words. The seven of them joked with each other and walked out of the Great Hall laughing.
At the Staff Table, Professor McGonagall looked at the overflowing cheer in the Great Hall and showed a heartfelt smile.
"The children's happiness..."
"...always makes one feel younger, doesn't it, Minerva?"
Professor Flitwick, sitting nearby, chimed in cheerfully, and Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement.
After finding a good spot in the stands, Amanda's eyes fixed steadily on the Quidditch Pitch.
Beside her, Hermione slowly leaned against her bit by bit, finally leaning on Amanda as she wished, squinting comfortably at the Quidditch Pitch below.
Amanda withdrew her gaze and turned her head slightly to look at Hermione.
Her brain quickly analyzed Hermione's height, spinal shape, and posture, then adjusted her shoulder height and sitting position with imperceptible movements, trying to make Hermione lean more comfortably.
Although it was a match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, no one had any problem with Hermione sitting in the Ravenclaw stands.
In fact, following her lead, many couples from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor sat together.
Now the stands of the two houses were completely mixed together.
Accompanied by the commentator's voice, the two house teams entered the pitch. After a brief introduction and the captains shaking hands, the two teams soared into the sky at the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle.
The Ravenclaw Team, fully equipped with firebolts, flew far ahead of the pack, though Harry, also riding a firebolt, could vaguely hold his own against them.
Watching the two groups of people ascending simultaneously, various data and analyses flashed incessantly in Amanda's mind.
The data even fluctuated in real-time, requiring no deliberate calculation.
The analysis and calculation of this data were like breathing, a "task" that Amanda could complete unconsciously.
According to the analysis, the technical skill levels of the Ravenclaw Team members and the Gryffindor House Team members were not much different.
The only one who could clearly pull ahead of the others was Harry; he was like a natural at Quidditch, his level a notch above the rest.
Under the current circumstances, according to Amanda's analysis, if The Ravenclaws could get enough points to win before Harry caught the Golden Snitch, then Ravenclaw would be victorious.
Conversely, if The Ravenclaws couldn't get enough points before Harry caught the Golden Snitch, then The Ravenclaws would surely lose.
After all, on the basis that the flying broomsticks were all equal firebolts, Senior Cho Chang's Quidditch skills were indeed slightly inferior to Harry's.
The Golden Snitch would likely be caught by Harry.
The progression after the match started was indeed as Amanda thought. On the other side, the Gryffindor team was being "suppressed" by the Ravenclaw Team.
The Ravenclaw Eagles scored one goal after another, gaining points again and again.
The score approached the points needed to help them secure victory as quickly as possible.
And in the struggle between Cho Chang and Harry, the two of them were "fighting" back and forth.
One moment Cho Chang successfully interfered with Harry, and the next Harry successfully made Cho Chang fall for his feint.
In Amanda's eyes, all of Cho Chang's physical data had reached their peak; her reaction speed, body control, strength, etc., were all at the best state her body could achieve.
Senior Cho Chang and everyone had done it; they had done what they said—given it their all.
Similarly, Amanda did not ignore the smiles spreading across everyone's faces on both sides.
Clearly, in this match, both the Gryffindor players and the Ravenclaw players were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
This atmosphere also infected everyone in the audience. No matter which side scored or successfully defended, everyone would unreservedly give them intense applause and cheers.
Feeling the surrounding atmosphere, the corners of Amanda's mouth slowly rose. Warmth and happiness—these two feelings filled her brain.
Comfort, this was an unprecedented sense of comfort that made her feel as if her whole body had "relaxed."
A more intense shout came, and many people in the stands shouted and pointed urgently behind Cho Chang and Harry, who were chasing the Golden Snitch.
Right there, two tall, thin "Dementors" in black robes and hoods were rapidly approaching Cho Chang and Harry.
The two people, also attracted by the shouts, looked back, their pupils contracting sharply at the same time. They drew their wands in unison.
"Expecto Patronum!" ×2
After the two shouts, they no longer cared about what was happening behind them and turned back to chase the Golden Snitch.
At the same time, Amanda, who was in the stands, was pressed into a hug by Hermione.
"Don't look up!"
Like many Ravenclaws in the stands, she suddenly drew her wand. On the other side, the Professors also looked solemn, drawing their wands with a hint of anger.
No need to be so nervous; those aren't Dementors.
She had noticed it as soon as those two "Dementors" appeared. The surrounding temperature hadn't dropped, and the "Dementors'" exposed hands weren't rotting.
Combining various details, in just a few seconds, Amanda made a judgment: those two "Dementors" were not real Dementors.
However, before she could say anything, she was pressed into Hermione's embrace and heard her voice full of determination.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Holding Amanda in her arms, Hermione's gaze and tone were more determined than ever. She had never understood the meaning of protection more than at this moment.
She wanted to protect the person in her arms, the person who shared countless happy memories with her, and she wanted to move toward a more beautiful and pleasant future with her!
"Roar!"
A loud, long sound rang out, and a silvery-white Deinonychus rushed out quickly from the tip of Hermione's wand.
No other Patronus, not even those of the Professors, was as fast as it. Without even a chance to react, the silvery-white, holy Deinonychus rushed in front of those two "Dementors," leapt high, and clawed at them fiercely with its two foot-claws.
"Ah!"
"Help!"
A few muffled cries came out, the "Dementors" instantly disintegrated, and Draco, Goyle, Crabbe, and Marcus fell toward the ground.
"Fake, they're fakes?"
Hermione looked at this scene dumbfounded and lowered her wand somewhat blankly.
She really hadn't expected that at a Quidditch match, in front of so many people, someone would actually dare to impersonate a Dementor?
If nothing else, all the Professors were right there!
Amanda silently raised her head from Hermione's embrace, "I was just about to say that, but I didn't have time."
"Also," she turned her head in Hermione's arms, looking past her arm at the silvery-white Deinonychus that was running and jumping in the nearby sky, "Congratulations, Hermione, for successfully learning the Patronus Charm. You're amazing."
"Not really," Hermione smiled bashfully, "These weren't real Dementors, so I can't say I've completely learned it."
However, others clearly didn't think so, having recovered from the surprise that someone would actually impersonate a Dementor to cause trouble.
The Ravenclaws around them and the Professors in the opposite stands couldn't help but turn their gazes toward Hermione, who was holding Amanda.
They just heard a sound, didn't they?
There was no mistake, right? A Patronus that could make a sound?!
The Ravenclaw Eagles felt this was unheard of, so they thought Hermione was very powerful, with frighteningly high talent.
The Professors, who knew the specific situation, felt that Hermione's magical talent was even more frighteningly high.
A vocal Patronus was a small modification Headmaster Dumbledore had come up with during the confrontation between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, to facilitate passing information using a Patronus when other methods were inconvenient.
And making a Patronus produce sound was a very difficult thing to achieve.
Even many members of the Order of the Phoenix back then had to practice for a long time before succeeding.
Yet now, the first time Hermione produced a Corporeal Patronus, she could actually make it vocalize. Such talent... was simply too terrifying.
"Fortunately, they are both good children."
Professor McGonagall looked at Amanda and Hermione embracing in the opposite stands and murmured softly.
The surrounding Professors nodded in great agreement. Weren't they just? Fortunately, these two were both good children, otherwise... thinking of that impossible scenario, the Professors collectively shuddered.
However, in the next moment, Professor McGonagall quickly regained her senses, her face showing an angry expression as she stood up abruptly and walked down from the stands.
"Impersonating Dementors to disrupt Quidditch players during a match—this matter must be handled severely!"
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