Chapter 242: Ryan Hospitalized

The situation of the match was indeed as Ethan had said.

Eagle House was steadily suppressing Hufflepuff in the score, continuing to expand with a 70:20 advantage.

Ryan was also continuously roaming—like a wisp of wind that refused to stop.

He looked at Cedric, who was still hovering high in the air, and chuckled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

It was indeed just as Ethan said; his tactic was "at a disadvantage."

But everyone who had used this tactic said it was good.

Different from the apparent show of weakness, it was actually holding the initiative in one's own hands.

Besides having to observe the traces of the Golden Snitch at all times, Cedric also had to keep an eye on Ryan's constantly roaming movements, preventing him from discovering the Snitch first without him knowing.

Because Ryan would often suddenly mix into the main battlefield of the Chasers, disappearing from his line of sight, causing him to be jumpy.

Originally, he should have put all his attention on the Golden Snitch, but now he had to divert sixty percent of his energy to follow Ryan's figure.

This resulted in the match having gone on for nearly half an hour, yet he still hadn't discovered the Golden Snitch.

And Ryan didn't have this burden, because Cedric was always hovering at the highest position; as long as he looked slightly, he could know his movements.

This was a silent mental war of attrition, a psychological tug-of-war between a novice and a veteran.

At least so far, it was very successful.

"The Golden Snitch!"

At this moment, someone exclaimed.

A flash of gold appeared near the spectator stands, discovered by students in the stands.

Ryan and Cedric looked in that direction simultaneously, and almost at the same time, they darted toward that golden light.

Cedric's flying technique was clearly superior to Ryan's, but Ryan didn't rush; instead, he bit down hard on Cedric's wake.

After the Golden Snitch appeared, the focus on the field naturally fell on the two Seekers.

Every time Cedric was about to catch up to the Golden Snitch, Ryan would always accelerate to harass him.

Seeing the score being widened to 110:40, Cedric understood Ryan's tactic.

So he accelerated sharply, feigning to catch the Golden Snitch.

Ryan fell for it, immediately turning to intercept.

But Cedric suddenly performed a sharp side-roll—using the inertia of the roll to shake off Ryan's restraint.

Ryan, on the other hand, was flipped over by his wake, his whole body riding the broomstick and doing three somersaults in mid-air, the broom handle almost slipping from his grasp.

By the time he finally stabilized his posture, Cedric had already flown three miles chasing the Snitch.

Ryan was suddenly anxious, chasing after Cedric, but he didn't notice a speeding Bludger whistling in from a blind spot.

Bang!!

The next moment, Ryan was hit and sent flying, broom and all, finally crashing heavily onto the sandy ground under the Keeper's goalpost.

"Oh!!"

The whole stadium exclaimed.

Although this kind of situation was not uncommon on the Quidditch field.

But this kind of thing that looked painful at first glance still made people unable to help but suck in a cold breath.

Gravel scraped across his cheeks, stinging with pain. Ryan lay on his back, the buzzing in his ears not yet gone, only hearing his own drum-like heartbeat.

He lost.

Although the Golden Snitch hadn't been caught yet, that was only a matter of time.

And he now only felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart, unable to fly anymore.

Soon, medical personnel arrived to carry him away urgently.

John and the others couldn't care about the outcome of the match.

They hurriedly left the stands and ran toward the school infirmary.

The scent of disinfectant in the school infirmary rushed toward them. Ryan lay on the hospital bed, his right arm in a cast.

"Old An, how did you manage to crash?"

John sat by his hospital bed, teasing him in a tone of lamenting his lack of resolve.

"Yeah, Old An."

"That's right, Old An."

Titus and Ethan also teased him with a smile on the side.

Ryan rolled his eyes speechlessly, too lazy to talk to the three guys who were gloating over his misfortune.

He fell this time and broke his hand.

Although there were medicines like Skele-Gro to treat fractures, he still had to rest for a few days.

The downside was that his right hand was on vacation for the time being.

The upside was that he wouldn't have to do homework for the next week.

At least Titus was very envious, even thinking about whether he should also go and break a bone.

But because he was afraid of pain, he gave up.

Just as the few were chatting, footsteps came from outside the school infirmary.

The door was gently pushed open a crack, and several familiar faces poked in.

It was Roger, Qiu Zhang, and several other Quidditch players from Eagle House.

It had been nearly half an hour since they left the field, and the outcome should indeed have been decided long ago.

Now they all came to visit him, the injured one.

"So you guys are here too, Ryan, how are your injuries?"

Captain Roger saw that there were already people accompanying Ryan in the school infirmary, so he changed from being cautious for fear of disturbing Ryan's rest to walking over with big strides to inquire.

"Sorry Captain, I couldn't hold him back..." Ryan saw Roger's arrival and spoke to him with some guilt.

"Oh my, I'm asking about your injuries, why are you saying this."

Who knew Roger didn't care about this at all, only caring about Ryan's injuries.

"Ryan is fine, Madam Pomfrey said he only needs to rest for a few days to recover."

At this time, Ethan answered for him on the side.

"That's good."

"Don't take today's match to heart, Ryan; you being hit by the Bludger is also my responsibility as a Beater."

"And winning and losing is a common occurrence; how can winning or losing be more important than a person? Don't feel pressured."

Roger saw Ryan's guilt and patted his intact left shoulder to encourage him.

This was a good seedling, their Eagle House's future ace Seeker.

He couldn't be broken halfway.

Listening to Roger's encouragement, Ryan felt much better inside.

From being unhappy just now, he returned to his usual appearance.

"Ryan."

At this time, another person entered the school infirmary; it was Cedric.

"Looks like I'm late, how are you feeling now?"

He also came to Ryan's bedside and asked him.

After the match, Cedric finally managed to break away from his celebrating teammates and came specifically to see Ryan, his opponent on the field and friend off the field.

"Not bad, it's just that my right hand is on strike for now."

Ryan looked at Cedric and scratched his head awkwardly, smiling.

After all, his tactic on the field just now was quite disgusting.

"That's good, you flew great today, even more difficult to deal with than I imagined, Ryan."

Cedric, however, didn't make things difficult for Ryan; instead, he greatly appreciated Ryan's tactics and flying technique. Of course, as a senior, he was also qualified to comment.

Hearing Cedric's words also made Ryan breathe a sigh of relief. For his first match, to be honest, it was hard for him to distinguish the boundaries between relationships on the field and off the field.

But Cedric's frankness made him realize.

Opponents and friends didn't seem to conflict. ===== CHAPTER 243 =====