Harry stood there for a few moments before realizing that Jeremy had already started flying. He hastily tilted his broom and  zoomed forwards into the air. He could see Jeremy's cloak flapping around quite far away. But something was wrong.

As Jeremy reached above the pillar, he seemed to be lowering himself towards it. Was it that easy to get the Snitch?

Harry slowed down, while he was watching Jeremy.  Harry leapt forwards and rocketed ahead. When Harry reached the pillar, he saw Jeremy picking up an oval-shaped, transparent cylinder: inside, something green was swirling madly. That is it, Harry thought.

Jeremy glanced at Harry, and then, without warning, opened the lid of the cylinder. There was a whooshing sound; the cylinder slipped out Jeremy's hand after something flew out of it.

Jeremy turned around hastily and zoomed upwards in search of the Snitch. Harry turned his broomstick toward Jeremy's direction and followed.

As Harry was following Jeremy, he felt something brush past his head; when he looked back, he had the smallest of glimpses at the Snitch. How quick was the Green Snitch, he thought.

Since Jeremy did not notice the Snitch, he flew in the opposite direction.  This was Harry’s chance.

Harry turned around, moving opposite to Jeremy’s direction. But when he looked back, Jeremy was nowhere to be seen. The room had become breezier than before; it was getting colder.

Suddenly, Harry felt something hard collide with his head. He lost balance, his hands slipped away from his broomstick. As he was falling, he felt around blindly for something to grab on.

Miraculously, his hand got hold of something hard.  When he opened his eyes, he saw himself holding the stone pillar.

He looked sideways to see his broomstick falling downward, smashing hard against one of the boulders. He reached out for the edge of the pillar with his other hand, raising himself to its top.

As Harry struggled to his feet, he looked around: Jeremy was charging forward, his Welsing eyes fixed over something he spotted. Harry looked hopelessly at the sight.

It was over: Harry had lost. There was no way he was going to catch the Green Snitch now. He closed his eyes, waiting for something to happen. His eyes flickered open as he heard someone roar: Jeremy was standing on his broom, holding his left hand high in triumph. His face was full of wild excitement as he looked at Harry.

“I win! I am the immortal at last!” screamed Jeremy, raising his wand, pointing it towards Harry, saying, “Goodbye, Harry Potter!”