Hufflepuff vs Slytherin — "Flip the Table"
The wind over the Quidditch pitch was sharp.
Green and yellow banners snapped violently as students filled the stands, shouting, arguing, placing imaginary bets.
High above the ground, Cedric Diggory hovered on his broom, eyes narrowed toward the Slytherin side.
Beside him, the youngest Chaser in the league, Lucien Aurelius Lionhardt, floated calmly—cloak fluttering, crimson hair catching the light.
Lucien glanced at the Slytherin formation.
"Cedric," he asked casually, "will we win?"
Cedric grimaced. "Honestly? Flint always cheats."
He sighed. "I don't know."
Lucien hummed. "Then let's flip the table."
Cedric blinked. "…What?"
Lucien smiled. "Watch me."
🔔 The Match Begins
Madam Hooch's whistle shrieked.
The balls were released.
And chaos exploded.
⚡ Twenty Minutes of Domination
Lucien moved.
Not aggressively.
Not recklessly.
Efficiently.
He intercepted passes, slipped through formations, and scored again—
—and again—
—and again.
The crowd roared louder with every goal.
"LU-CI-EN!"
"GO HUFFLEPUFF!"
"THAT'S OUR CHASER!"
Scoreboard:
Hufflepuff – 120
Slytherin – 20
Marcus Flint snarled.
"Beat him."
The two Slytherin beaters—Graham Pike and Derrick Vance—grinned.
Bludgers locked onto Lucien.
🎯 The Trap
Lucien saw them coming.
And smiled.
He dodged—once, twice—just barely.
The Bludgers chased.
The beaters chased harder.
Lucien subtly shifted direction, pulling them into position.
Hooked.
"NOW!" Pike shouted.
Vance swung.
Lucien jumped.
Off the broom.
The Bludger rocketed forward—
—and smashed directly into Marcus Flint's face.
CRACK.
Flint screamed, lost control, and plummeted toward the pitch.
The crowd went silent.
Then—
The Quaffle whistled through the air.
A Hufflepuff Chaser passed it blindly—
Straight to Lucien.
Mid-fall.
Upside down.
Lucien twisted.
And kicked the Quaffle with his foot.
GOAL.
The stadium erupted.
Lucien whistled sharply.
His broom flew to him mid-air.
He landed smoothly as if gravity itself had agreed to cooperate.
The referees stared.
The crowd lost its mind.
🧠 Cedric Understands
Cedric's eyes widened.
Flip the table.
Not cheat.
Outplay them so hard cheating doesn't matter.
Cedric smiled fiercely.
Moments later—
Gold flashed.
Cedric dove.
Caught.
🏆 Victory
The final whistle blew.
Hufflepuff – 290
Slytherin – 40
Hufflepuff had won.
Lucien and Cedric hovered toward each other.
They fist-bumped mid-air.
"Well played," Cedric said, laughing.
Lucien nodded. "Same."
🦁 A Brother Watching
From the Gryffindor stands, Harry Potter stood frozen.
His heart was pounding.
His twin—flying, thinking, dominating.
"…That was incredible," Harry whispered.
Pride swelled in his chest.
🌟 A New Name in Hogwarts
The crowd began chanting.
"LU-CI-EN!"
"LU-CI-EN!"
"LU-CI-EN!"
Hufflepuff had a star.
And Hogwarts would never forget this match.