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As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold. The mountains surrounding the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning, there is frost on the ground. From the upstairs window, Hagrid can be seen wrapped in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting his broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.

The weather was cold, but that didn't dampen the spirits of our protagonist Silver - they've become very good friends ever since Silver saved Hermione's life at the hands of a troll. I don't know if it's a delusion, Silver feels that Padma is much more docile towards him, maybe this is the pressure of competition? Of course, we have no way of knowing. Unlike other colleges, the common room in Ravenclaw is not off-limits to students from other houses—as long as you can answer the question about the eagle-shaped bronze knocker. Ravenclaw College welcomes wizards of wisdom and knowledge, and Miss Hermione Grant, who is the first in her grade and loved by all the teachers, certainly belongs to this group. So, when we saw Silver happily copying Hermione's History of Magic homework in the Ravenclaw common room, we didn't have to make a fuss at all.

"Jack, are you going to watch tomorrow's Quidditch match? Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Hermione sat down in front of the warm oven and asked Silver, who was copying. Of course, I have to go, the Quidditch match between the rival houses must be very hot, and maybe there will be all kinds of brawls on and off the field, this kind of excitement must be made up. Silver stretched and put away the dense parchment, which seemed to be finished.

"By the way, Hermione, as far as I know, you don't really like Quidditch, why did you remember to ask me this?" Hermione said angrily, "I don't want to go either, but after all, it's about the honor of the house, and it's not good if I don't go, but I really don't want to be with those two bastards." Ron's guy was kind enough to invite me to watch Harry play with him, saying he would bring me a professional Quidditch review. Hermione gritted her teeth, clearly angry at Harry and Ron for locking the door to the women's bathroom.

"Hahaha." Silver laughed a few times unscrupulously, "Hermione, you can sit with Parvati with me tomorrow." Gryffindor and Slytherin are rivals, according to statistics, every time Gryffindor and Slytherin have a Quidditch match, both the players and the spectators will have some physical conflicts, I am afraid that tomorrow Gryffindor will fight Slytherin, it is too dangerous. Hermione nodded approvingly. Padma on the other side interjected, "Hermione, I still don't understand why you and my sister weren't assigned to Ravenclaw, I always think Ravenclaw is a better fit for you." Silver said in an unfathomable tone, "The Sorting Hat respects the choices of the heart. ”

The next morning, the weather was clear and cold. The enticing smell of grilled sausages fills the room, and everyone is looking forward to a good Quidditch match and chatting happily.

"Hey, you guys, who will win this time between Gryffindor and Slytherin?" Terry Bout said excitedly.

"I don't know who will win, but I'm sure it's going to be a hot fight between the two teams." Silver looked indifferent as he smeared the sausage in his hand with a thick layer of ketchup.

By eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students had arrived in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were literally lifted into the air, but it was still difficult to see the game at times.

Silver sat in the last row with Sister Hermione and Petill, diagonally across from the Gryffindor camp, with Ron, Neville, Seamus and West Ham fans Dean waving a sheet that read "Potter Must Win". "Oh, sometimes I wish those people were a little more wizardy, wouldn't they cast some necessary little spells on the sheets? The rat droppings and poor quality paint on the sheets were so ugly. Hermione expressed her feelings, and Silver couldn't help but sigh at a woman's ability to hold grudges.

As Mrs. Hodge whistled, fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky—the race began.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson - what a great chaser that girl was, and she was very charming-"

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan was a friend of the Weasley twins. He is under the watchful eye of Professor McGonagall as a commentator for the game.

"She really ran all the way up there, a nice pass, and it gave Alya. Spinnett, who was Oliver Wood's eye-catching talent, was just a substitute last year - the ball was passed to Johnson again, and then - oops, Slytherin snatched the Quaffle, Slytherin captain Marcus Brown. Flint gets the Quaffle and spends off - Flint flies like an eagle on it - he's going to score - no, Gryffindor's goalkeeper Wood makes a nice move and breaks the ball, and now it's Gryffindor who gets the ball - it's Gryffindor's chaser Katie Bell, over the pitch, dashing around Flint with agility - ouch - it must have hurt and was hit in the back of the head by a Bludger - Quaffle is stealed by Slytherin - It was Derian Pusse rushing towards the post, but he was knocked down by another Bludger - the Bludger was tossed aside by Fred or George Weasley, and the twins were so hard to tell - the Gryffindor batsman did a great job, Johnson took the Quaffle again, there was no resistance in front of her, she ran as hard as she could—it was like flying—dodging a Bludger—the goalpost was in front—come on, Alright, Angelina—Goalkeeper Bleitch swooped over—missed— The Gryffindor team scored!". The cheers of the Gryffindors echoed through the cold sky, mixed with the roars and moans of the Slytherins.

Soon Slytherin countered with a variety of foul moves, and the Gryffindor pursuers suffered a big loss, with Harry almost knocking off the broomstick.

"Oh, it's horrible." Hermione said.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin are always like that, Hermione, you have to get used to it." Parvati had a "this is normal" expression on his face, "When they bump into each other, they always want to knock each other down first, and their usual calmness is gone." "Sister, you and Hermione are both Gryffindor students, don't speak in such a nonchalant tone." Padma wiped her forehead with her hand and did not have a cold sweat on her forehead.

"Oh, look at this." Silver gestured to the arena with his hand, "Something seems to be wrong. ”

On the field, Harry's broomstick began to roll incessantly, and Harry could barely hold on to it. Suddenly, the broomstick writhed wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grabs the broomstick handle with only one hand, hanging in the air.

"This broom has been interfered with by dark magic." Silver said. "How so? Could it be that the Slytherin students did it? Hermione asked. Probably not, the black magic that can affect a broomstick is not something that ordinary students can perform. Silver affirmed.

"You see, Snape seems to be chanting a spell at Harry." Padma scanned the audience with a telescope. "Quirrell seems to be chanting a spell at Harry, too." A suspect has also been identified in Parvati.

The broomstick vibrated so violently that Harry couldn't have hung it for long. The audience all stood up, watching in horror as the Weasley twins flew up to pull Harry safely to one of their broomsticks, but no—the broomsticks sprang higher every time they approached him. So, they landed a little and swirled underneath him, apparently trying to catch him as he fell. Marcus Flynn grabbed the Quaffle and hit it five times, but no one paid any attention to him.

"I think something must be done, or the boy who won't die will die in Quidditch - it's tragic." Silver stood up, "You wait for me for a while, I'll be back soon." Silver made his way through the crowd and cast a flaming fire at Quirrell and Snape each setting their robes on fire. Although Silver, who is a traverser, knows that Quirrell is the devil's work, in retaliation for Snape's deduction of points for the Ravenclaw students in Potions class, Silver decides to treat them equally, and the two professors accept the same treatment as the burning robes. Probably because the two of them were too serious, after 3o seconds, they were not right, and then they hurriedly began to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

Silver returns triumphantly - just then Harry is suddenly able to climb back onto the broomstick, Harry swoops down so fast that people see him covering his mouth with his hand as if he were going to vomit - he falls on all fours - coughing - a golden object falls into his palm.

"I caught the snitch!" Harry shouted, swinging the ball high above his head, and the game ended in chaos. "He didn't catch the snitch, he almost swallowed it." Twenty minutes later, Flint was still yelling in anger, but it didn't work at all - Harry hadn't broken any of the rules. Jordan was still shouting with joy about the result - Gryffindor won 170 to 60. Only the sisters Hermione and Pettier know that it was Silver who saved Harry and saved the game.

"True heroes are always hidden behind the scenes, aren't they?" "I think if you will go with me for a walk by the lake," said Silver, "and I thought I could tell you a story of the thrilling story......