After all, it's the national sport of the Wizarding World.
Qiu Zhang's enthusiasm is even higher than the other little wizards; her performance in flying class is outstanding and almost every class adds points for Ravenclaw from Madam Hooch.
"You'll definitely become a Quidditch player for Ravenclaw." Madam Hooch gave Qiu Zhang high praise, and Ian knew Madam Hooch's prediction would indeed come true in the future.
Qiu Zhang was happy for the entire class because of Madam Hooch's compliments.
"I also think you can become a Seeker, remember to treat us to dragon meat then, okay?" Ian took advantage of Qiu Zhang's happiness to make her promise excitedly without her realizing.
He fully demonstrated what is called the cunning of a young "Prophet."
The little wizards had no way to be prepared.
Ian, who had pre-booked a dragon meat feast, was in a good mood, surrounded by a group of chattering little wizards as he arrived at the viewing stands. Not far away, Aurora was also among a group of Slytherin little wizards. Her expression was as helpless as Ian's; the two of them seemed not very interested in Quidditch.
Among the crowd.
Ian felt out of place with the excitement of others. Almost the entire school had come to the stadium, many in the back rows even brought binoculars. Although Hogwarts only had a few hundred students, the stands were still packed.
Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor students mingled together, with the remarkably distinct Slytherin proudly keeping to themselves.
"It's Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw! The clash between these two teams is sure to be interesting!"
"It's obviously Ravenclaw against Hufflepuff."
"I only care if the Gryffindor twins are taking bets. I've almost lost my shorts, now just hoping to turn things around and succeed."
...
The stands were buzzing with excitement, Ian even spotted Senior Sister Penelope and some senior wizards holding a banner shouting for Ravenclaw's victory in front of the locker rooms.
It's hard to imagine the usually calm senior sister having such a wild side. The Hufflepuff side wasn't backing down either, their banner even featured a cheering wolverine.
Some little wizards made flags themselves.
"Hiss, why does your flag have Dumbledore's image on it?"
Ian thought William's flag looked like it was modified from underwear. Of course, this was definitely better than the little wizards who added an eagle pattern on their sister's underwear, waving it high in the air, only to get chased around the pitch by their own sister—other than Dumbledore, at least no one else would want to hit him.
"They're here! They're here!"
"Go Cedric! You're our god!"
"Ravenclaw for the win!"
With the players from both academies streaming out of the locker rooms, shouts and cheers erupted across the entire stadium, even Ian felt slightly infected by the atmosphere.
Even though there are only a few hundred students, they managed to cheer with a World Cup-level fervor, with players walking proudly like real stars, receiving encouragement from their respective academies.
Among the Hufflepuff team, who Ian found most interesting was the player at the front of the team, a boy with well-styled brown short hair.
His face had clear and gentle contours, a straight nose, a jawline both elegant and determined, a student with a strong sense of justice, definitely a charming and intelligent star-like figure.
Cedric Diggory.
Even students from other academies cheered for him, not only humble but also full of knightly spirit and justice. Well, the knightly spirit here is not the same as ghostly spirit. In the original, Cedric possessed everything a hero should have, but lacked the unyielding hero-like fate.
Quite a pity.
He hadn't even gotten out of Newbie Village, yet had to face a big boss like Voldemort, which is basically like challenging someone to race against Liu Xiang before learning to walk.
"I've boiled Old Tom's bones into soup, surely accumulating countless merits," Ian's gaze seemingly caught Cedric's attention.
After looking over, he enthusiastically waved and smiled at Ian like he was treating a fan, likely not considering the consequences such behavior might bring, like Ian being branded a traitor in Ravenclaw and getting frowns, Ian thought he should probably fish out Old Tom's bones later.
"Whistle!"
Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle, and over ten Flying Brooms rose abruptly, soaring high into the sky, amidst the intense cheers, the student responsible for commentary started their work.
"The Quaffle first went to Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw was just a second late, which directly caused them to be in a passive situation right from the start!"
"Ravenclaw initiates an attack, dodged by Hufflepuff players, beautiful goal, Hufflepuff temporarily leads 10;0!"
"Let's see, oh my, Ravenclaw's Seeker did the Wronski Feint! Hufflepuff's Seeker almost earned himself a hospital room package!"
...
The match was indeed thrilling and exciting.