Blake caught sight of the snitch on the other side of the pitch, shooting across towards it, but by the time he reached the right area the ball had vanished again, and he quietly cursed under his breath.
Blake looked around to see if he could find the direction the snitch had gone, but it had escaped his sight entirely, so he set off in a random direction, searching the pitch again.
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