On the day of the match, the sun shone brightly and a gentle breeze swept across the field.
The Quidditch stadium was packed to the brim. Nearly every student and professor had come—not to witness a fierce competition, but to… see the end of an era, and to pay their final respects to the legendary seventh-years who were about to graduate.
As the players from both teams soared into the air on their broomsticks, thunderous cheers erupted into the sky!
"Go, Gryffindor!"
"Ravenclaw for the win!"
Lin Sen hovered calmly in midair. His gaze drifted past the roaring crowd and landed on the figure opposite him—dressed in blue robes, graceful and striking.
Cho Chang.
She seemed to sense his gaze and turned to meet his eyes.
Her expression was complicated.
There was the fighting spirit of a competitor, the melancholy of impending graduation, reverence toward someone godlike—and deeper still, a faint, unspoken emotion… a hazy affection belonging to a young girl.
She smiled at him—a bright smile, just like when they first met, though tinged with a trace of bitterness.
Lin Sen returned the smile and gave her a slight nod.
With Madam Hooch's whistle, the match began!
Just as everyone expected, the moment the Golden Snitch was released, Lin Sen locked onto it instantly—almost as if he had teleported his awareness to it.
But he didn't chase it.
Instead, he followed leisurely behind it, like an elegant shepherd guiding a mischievous golden sheep.
Throughout the match, he kept the Snitch at a perfect distance—always visible to Cho Chang, always just barely out of reach.
Meanwhile, freed from any concern about the outcome, Gryffindor's Chasers went all out!
Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson streaked across Ravenclaw's half like red lightning, scoring again and again.
Ten points!
Twenty!
Fifty!
One hundred!
The gap widened rapidly.
The Ravenclaw players had long since given up resisting. Like the rest of the audience, they gazed upward, captivated by the… farewell dance unfolding in the sky between two people.
Cho Chang gave it everything she had.
Her flying reached its absolute peak—every dive, every sharp turn filled with power and beauty.
Time and time again, she felt her fingertips were about to brush the Golden Snitch…
And every time, it slipped away at an impossible angle.
And that black-clad figure remained behind it, unhurried, as if simply appreciating her final, all-out flight.
There was no frustration in Cho Chang's heart.
She understood.
This was his gift—a farewell wrapped in divine gentleness. The most dignified, most magnificent ending she could have ever received.
Finally—
When Gryffindor's score had reached an insurmountable height…
Lin Sen ended the game.
He gave her one last, lingering look—the girl glistening with sweat, breathing heavily, yet still breathtakingly beautiful.
Then, with a gentle sweep of his broom, he passed beside the Golden Snitch.
In that instant, the invisible pressure surrounding it vanished.
It became an ordinary Snitch—something a mortal could catch.
Cho Chang's eyes lit up with dazzling brilliance!
Seizing the opportunity, she dove forward with all her remaining strength!
This time—nothing stopped her.
Her fingers closed firmly around the small, golden, fluttering ball.
The final whistle rang out across the stadium!
"Ravenclaw's Seeker—Cho Chang—has caught the Golden Snitch!" Lee Jordan shouted excitedly. "Ravenclaw wins the match!"
The stadium erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.
Everyone was celebrating this beautiful, brave Seeker, offering her their most sincere blessings.
Holding the still-struggling Snitch, Cho Chang slowly flew to Lin Sen.
Her eyes shimmered with tears.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling so that only he could hear.
"For giving my Quidditch career at Hogwarts… the most perfect ending—a victory."
"You earned it," Lin Sen replied softly, smiling.
"Your flying was beautiful."
Then, amid the deafening cheers, he turned and flew back toward the Gryffindor stands.
Leaving Cho Chang suspended in the air, watching his fading figure—bathed in sunlight, like a departing god.
She knew.
Her youth—and this quiet, unspoken love—had come to an end today.
A perfect ending.
One with regret, yet no longer any sorrow.
After the N.E.W.T.s exams ended, Hogwarts entered a rare period of calm before graduation.
Lin Sen chose not to return to the Myriad Laws Research Institute, nor immerse himself in ancient studies.
Instead, he spent this time with the people around him.
By the Black Lake, under warm sunlight, he walked alongside Luna Lovegood.
She spoke of creatures only she could see—"Wrackspurts" and "Horned Snorkacks"—and he responded as if they were real.
Because to him… they were.
With Hermione, there was a clash of intellect.
With Fleur, the appreciation of beauty.
With Luna… there was quiet, wordless peace of the soul.
The next day, he met Fleur Delacour in Hogsmeade.
Inside the cozy, fragrant Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, she invited him—
To travel the world together.
France would be the first stop.
The land of Veela magic.
The legacy of Nicolas Flamel.
Secrets of life, charm, immortality, and the Philosopher's Stone.
"I will be your most devoted guide," she said softly.
And then—
The night before graduation.
Hogwarts held the grandest farewell ball in its history.
Memories shimmered across the enchanted ceiling.
Music flowed like a dream.
But beneath the elegance… tension stirred.
Every girl's gaze drifted toward the same figure.
Lin Sen.
Tonight… was their last chance.
And then—
One girl stepped forward.
Then another.
And another.
Within moments, an unbelievable scene unfolded—
A long line of girls, stretching across the hall, each holding drinks or sweets, faces flushed with nervous hope…
All waiting for one thing.
To speak to him.
To invite him.
To be remembered.
And across the hall—
Every boy could only stare, stunned… before letting out helpless, bitter smiles.
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