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Although Fred and George tried their best to shout, their voices were barely audible compared to the deafening cheers around them.
Except for a few people around, no one else could hear it.
After realizing that yelling for a long time had no effect, Fred and George looked at each other, stood up at the same time and walked towards the commentary desk.
The match would definitely not be cancelled. They just wanted to expose Slytherin's despicable match-fixing behavior to everyone through the commentator.
But as soon as they approached the commentary desk, they were stopped.
"Weasley, what are you doing here?"
Professor McGonagall looked at them seriously and said, "This is not the place for you to be. Go back and watch the game."
"But Professor McGonagall..." Fred shouted, "Slytherin is playing a fake game, they are losing points on purpose!"
George also shouted, "They actually did this to prevent Gryffindor from winning the Quidditch Cup, and you just don't care?!"
Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment. "This is just your speculation, Mr. Weasley. There is no evidence to show that they are deliberately losing points."
"But……"
Fred wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.
"Go back and watch the game." She said with a straight face, "During a Quidditch match, no one except the commentator is allowed to touch the microphone. This is the rule."
"Can……"
"Forget it, Fred." George pulled Fred's robe, shook his head slightly and said, "Sorry, Professor McGonagall, we will go back now."
Professor McGonagall said nothing, but nodded slightly.
Before leaving, the two held on to their last bit of hope and turned to look at the commentator.
They were talking very loudly just now. At such a close distance, the other party must be able to hear them. If he was willing to help...
Fred and George stood there for a minute, but the other party kept passionately explaining the situation on the court and showed no intention of stopping.
The two of them completely gave up and returned to their original positions without saying a word.
They figured it out: commentators are naturally very knowledgeable about Quidditch, so how could they not notice such obvious match-fixing? There was no need for them to remind people of the situation.
Apparently, the other party, like Professor McGonagall, chose to remain silent.
After they returned to the Gryffindor stand, Li Jordan quickly stepped forward and asked, "How is it?"
Fred and George shook their heads at the same time.
"Despicable Slytherin, cowardly and incompetent commentator, how could they do this."
Li Jordan was very angry. "I was originally thinking of competing for the position of seeker next year, but now I have changed my mind. I want to be a commentator."
"Go!"
"We support you!"
Fred and George put their hands on Lee Jordan's shoulders at the same time, "We need to have our own voice!"
On the field, the Hufflepuff players also noticed something strange about Slytherin.
Harris glanced at the opponent's goal and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
After a moment, he suddenly took a deep breath and his eyes became firm.
Afterwards, under the leadership of Harris, the Hufflepuff team also slowed down. They no longer tried to attack, but instead shrank their formation and adopted a defensive posture.
"These idiots!"
Rosier gritted his teeth and threw the Quaffle towards the Hufflepuff goalpost.
With a crisp sound, the Quaffle hit the frame and bounced out.
After Harris received the ball, he flew slowly to the other side of the court and hit the ball on the Slytherin border as well.
"What a shame. It seems that after such a long match, Hufflepuff is starting to make mistakes too."
The commentator said in a light voice: "Now it's a contest between the Seekers. Whoever can catch the Golden Snitch first will win the game."
Kyle had no interest in watching the rest of the game.
He silently retreated to the last row of the stands and pulled out a piece of parchment from his robe pocket.
The Marauder's Map, which he borrowed from Fred and George before the game started.
Kyle took out his wand and tapped it lightly on the parchment.
"I solemnly swear that I will do no evil."
Unlike Fred and George who only read half of the command, Kyle read the complete command.
In fact, Fred and George had already found seven words, and with their IQ, they could have guessed the full password if they wanted to.
But they didn't do it, and when Kyle found an excuse to tell them, he was rejected by the two.
They were extremely determined in their attitude towards this matter and were determined to "find" all the clues instead of just guessing.
But Kyle didn't care.
As the ink line spread, the real live map appeared before him.
Kyle first noted down the locations of some secret passages, such as the one leading to the eighth floor and the one leading to the cellar of the Bee Dukes store, which would come in handy in the future.
After writing all this down, Kyle turned his gaze toward the Hufflepuff common room.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 93 The last carnival
Although Quidditch is the most popular sport at Hogwarts, not all young wizards choose to watch the game.
There were still some people in the common room of each college. Gryffindor had the least, about five or six, and Ravenclaw had the most, about a dozen.
These students are basically fifth or seventh graders. The pressure of exams makes them have no time to care about Quidditch.
With this time, they obviously prefer to stay in the library or a more cozy lounge to read a book.
Kyle turned his gaze to the Hufflepuff common room.
The Marauder's Map does not depict the dormitory area in as much detail as other areas, and simply distinguishes between men and women.
All seven grades were together, separated only by a thin line of ink from the common room next door.
Kyle wrote down the names of everyone in the Hufflepuff common room.
There aren't many, only six.
After memorizing it, Kyle wanted to close the map and continue watching the game, but under the influence of a mysterious force, he looked towards the location of the underground classroom, and then found Snape's private storage room nearby.
Kyle swore that he had absolutely no intention of going there to steal (crossed out)… take anything, at least not now.
It is undeniable that there are indeed many treasures in Snape's private storage room, but Kyle is currently more interested in spells, and those potion materials are not very attractive to him.
But since he had already seen it, Kyle also wrote down the route leading there, as well as the entrances and exits of the secret passages around it.
Just out of curiosity, nothing else.
Anyway, I have nothing else to do right now, so I might as well just sit there doing nothing.
"Look, Cedric's speeding up!"
At this moment, a deafening cheer suddenly came from the surroundings.
Kyle quickly closed the Marauder's Map and tapped it with his wand again.
"The prank is over."
The ink line faded, and the Marauder's Map turned into ordinary parchment.
On the Quidditch field, Cedric was diving down from mid-air at an extremely fast speed.
"It's the Snitch!"
The narrator excitedly shouted, "It's right next to the Slytherin goalpost, less than twenty feet off the ground!"
"Higgs saw it too, and he sped up!"
The two Seekers rushed towards the Golden Snitch one after the other. The atmosphere in the stands was extremely solemn, and everyone was looking at them nervously.
A few seconds later...
"It's Cedric!"
The commentator yelled at the top of his voice: "Cedric Diggory, the youngest Seeker ever, has caught the Snitch!"
The stands were in an uproar, with a large number of yellow flags and cheering items thrown into the air.
"We won, we won!" The little badgers around screamed excitedly and hugged each other.
"Thank you Hufflepuff for bringing us a wonderful Quidditch game."
……
An hour later, Cedric was carried back to the common room by a group of excited Hufflepuff students. In the words of Quidditch players, this was a hero's treatment.
But in Kyle's opinion, he now looked more like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
A celebration banquet after a victory was indispensable. That evening, several senior students went to the kitchen and brought back a large amount of delicious food. Soon the common room was filled with all kinds of delicious steaks and biscuits.
"Kyle, where did you go?" Kanna came over with a large piece of bone-in steak and asked in confusion, "Why didn't I see you when the game was over?"
"I'm going to the bathroom," Kyle said.
"What a shame," Kanna whispered, "You missed the best part."
Kyle smiled and said, "Not really. I just happened to see Cedric catch the Golden Snitch when I came back."
"That's good." Kanna smiled and took a bite of the steak, then showed a happy expression.
Kyle looked at her and asked in confusion, "We're going to sleep soon, is it okay for you to eat so much now?"
Kanna's hand suddenly stopped moving, and her expression became a little stiff. She turned her head away and whispered, "I... I didn't eat much for dinner."
"Is that so?" Kyle frowned. "But why do I remember that at dinner... Never mind, maybe I remembered it wrongly."
Connor breathed a sigh of relief, and without waiting for Kyle to say anything else, she quickly found an excuse and left.
Everyone was very happy, but what they didn't know was that this banquet could be said to be their last carnival.