Saturday morning. It was a Gryffindor match against Hufflepuff in a Quidditch match.

Harry woke up early in the morning.

Lacking interest, I arrived at the auditorium.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, he was met by Malfoy and his little henchmen.

"Poked... Broken! ”

"I heard that you were scared and fainted and lay in bed for three days."

"Is that so?"

After a taunt, he put his hood over his head, pretending to be a ghost, and walked back and forth past Harry.

"Fuck off, Malfoy." Ron shouted a rebuke.

The hooded Malfoy squinted his eyes and glanced at Ron, "Hmph, I heard you passed out after you were knocked out of the head by a stone." Oh my God, someone would knock his head and faint, does he have no eyes? ”

Immediately, he turned his gaze back to Harry.

"Today, you're going to lose, Potter, be careful, don't fall off the broom again."

Say it! He took his little attendant and left the auditorium with a high spirit.

——

"This nasty thing, he doesn't know what's going on." As soon as he sat down on the Gryffindor bench, Ron cursed.

"Alright, Ron, Dumbledore won't let us tell anyone else about this." Hermione frowned.

After all, two wizards died, and the culprit fled, and the bloody scene was really inconvenient to tell the little wizards.

"Now we're miserable, Quirrell is dead, and Defence Against the Dark Arts class turned out to be Snape's substitute teacher."

Ron took a sip of milk and shouted with his head down.

"I'd rather none of this happened, I..."

"Okay Ron." Hermione touched his trembling head.

Everything that day was like a nightmare, haunting them and lingering.

The lives of the four little wizards changed forever.

Hermione was no longer as focused in her studies as she used to be, and she had become, like Ron Harry, who was always distracted in class.

The other two are about the same...

After that night, it was as if the joy of the world had disappeared.

Silence, after breakfast.

Hermione urged, "Let's go." ”

Today is an important match for Gryffindor Quidditch, which directly determines who will remain in first place.

...

The stands of the stadium were crowded with people, and the wizards of the entire castle gathered here.

The noisy cheering around made Anthony and the others think back to reality.

"Come on! Gryffindor! ”

"Come on! Gryffindor! ”

“...”

Players from both sides enter.

Immediately after, Mrs. Hodge's whistle fell. The competition has officially begun.

——

'Wow! Look—Dumbledore has come to see the game, too. ’

The white-bearded old man who suddenly appeared in the stands instantly attracted the attention of countless young wizards around him.

Harry also noticed Dumbledore.

The Headmaster seemed to notice Harry's gaze, and the two looked at each other, with Dumbledore smiling and nodding at him.

Suddenly, Harry felt a sense of relief,

Then he saw a golden object "whoosh" past his ear, just a few inches away.

"Harry Potter? It's Harry Potter, who- discovered the Golden Snitch? ”

As Jordan's loud voice resounded on the field, everyone's attention turned to Harry in the air.

"It's only been a minute into the game." In the stands of Gryffindor, Neville said in shock.

"Merlin's beard, well done, Harry, grab it, you're going to break the school Quidditch record!" Ron's emotions were also instantly mobilized, he grabbed the guardrail with both hands, raised his head, and shouted loudly.

"I bet he won't catch it." At this moment, suddenly a gloomy voice came from the crowd.

And the scene in the sky, as Malfoy said, Harry missed this opportunity by passing by the Golden Snitch under the interference of the opposing Seeker.

"I found out why you're so annoying, are you here to fight." Ron, who saw this scene in his eyes, frowned, turned his head to the side, and sure enough, the figure of the nasty ghost was standing near the staircase.

"I'm telling the truth, look at what kind of players you Gryffindor have chosen, no father, no mother, no money at home, by the way, I think you should be on the team too, Neville Lombard, because you don't have the brains, just match them."

With that, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle all burst out laughing.

"I think you're just itching." With that, Ron pulled out his wand and threw it at Malfoy with a petrification spell.

"All petrochemicals!"

During this time, he didn't do nothing, Ron practiced for a week and asked Anthony to call him magic.

Although, the petrification spell he didn't have it easy enough to master, and the spell hit Malfoy, petrifying only one of his legs.

But that's enough.

Malfoy, whose center of gravity was unstable for a while, fell directly to the ground, and his head slammed on the guardrail next to him.

"Ah~"

"Well done, Ron!" Hermione, who was on the side, rarely didn't stop her, but shouted loudly.

This guy is so annoying that even she, who has always been kind-hearted, can't help but want to punch him in the nose.

"Cut, ignore him, Lucius has lost his position as a member of the Hogwarts Board of Trustees, and this thing probably thinks we are harmful." Anthony glanced at Malfoy, who was crying wolf on the ground, and then said in disgust.

"It's you, two mudbloods, you wait for me, sooner or later my dad..."

"How's your dad?"

At this time, a yin owl voice came from behind everyone.

There is no need to look back, Anthony and they can know who it is.

"Professor Snape, you..."

"Shut up, Draco. Isn't that shameful enough? Snape reprimanded Malfoy with a rare opening, and his gloomy eyes silently swept over Hermione and Anthony, and finally fell on Malfoy, "Don't let me hear that word in your mouth in the future." ”

Then, with a wave of his hand, he unraveled Malfoy's petrification, then turned around indifferently and left.

Snape and Malfoy, who had left with him, disappeared behind the staircase.

Ron said suspiciously: "What's wrong with him, he didn't deduct points for us." ”

"Simple, because Malfoy said that word."

"That word?"

"The one that starts with M. (mudblood)" Anthony said, rolling his eyes.

That word, but Professor Snape's pain, Malfoy is not scolded.

Thankfully, he was a Slytherin, and Snape would hear him if a Gryffindor uttered the word. Presumably he deducted points for Professor McGonagall's jumping feet.

"But—why?" Ron touched his head and asked suspiciously.

"Ask Harry." Anthony withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the sky.

"Oh my God! Harry Potter – Harry Potter, caught the Golden Snitch and Gryffindor won! ”

Suddenly, Jordan's loud voice rang out.

Ron's gaze quickly looked high into the sky, only to see that Harry was holding the Golden Snitch in his hand, slowly descending, and jumping off the broomstick at a height of a foot above the ground.

"Three minutes and thirty-seven seconds!"

"Harry Potter broke the record for a Quidditch match at Hogwarts!"

"Harry Potter, hooray!!"

"Gryffindor, long live!"

"Harry Potter! Banzai!!! ”