It was December, and the weather became unusually cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered in snow. Every morning, the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs window, clad in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver-fur boots, removing frost on the Quidditch field.
The Quidditch season had begun, and both Harry and Ron were excited.
Hardly anyone had ever seen Harry play Quidditch, because Wood was determined to keep Harry's participation a secret, a secret weapon for their team, which Bunce felt was superfluous. Sure enough, the news that Harry was going to be Seeker had leaked. In the end, some people said that he would play very well, while others said that they would hold the mattress and run after him to prevent him from falling.
It was both painful and happy to say that Bangs and the others now had a friend like Hermione. (Hermione had even lent Harry a book.) If it hadn't been for Hermione, they really didn't know how they'd have been able to get through all that annoying papal homework.
Hermione had become a lot cuter since Bunce and the others had rescued her from the giant troll, and she didn't seem to mind breaking the rules as much as she used to. The day before Harry's first Quidditch match, they went out into the cold yard during break. She conjured a bright blue flame for them.
"Watch Snape, Harry, hide the book.”Bangs said as he rubbed his hands.
"What?" said Harry, looking up and noticing Snape limping. Harry, Ron, and Hermione huddled closer together to block the flames from view. Unfortunately, their stupidity had attracted Snape's attention. He limped toward them. He didn't see the flames, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to teach them a lesson no matter what.
"What are you holding in your hand? Potter."
It was Origins of Quidditch. Dumbfounded, Harry showed it to him.
"You're not allowed to take library books out of the school," said Snape."Give it to me." Five points from Gryffindor."
"Professor, there doesn't seem to be such a rule, and we didn't leave the school.”Bangs reminded.
"Five more points from Gryffindor for talking back to the teacher, Fley.”said Snape viciously.
"I'll tell Professor Dumbledore about your vendetta, Professor.”Bance said angrily.
"Get lost, get lost." said Snape, throwing the book back to Harry.
The Gryffindor common room was rowdy that night. Bunce and the others were sitting by a window, Hermione checking their homework. She was determined not to let them copy her homework ("What would you learn then?”），However, she would always get the correct answer after checking it once.
"Bunce, thank you, you're so brave.”said Harry as he flipped through the pages of Quidditch Origins.
"Yeah, how dare you threaten Snape.”said Ron.
"But Gryffindor has lost five points because of his actions.”said Hermione defiantly.
"It's worth it to deduct some points for the book, don't you think so?”Bangs said as he leaned against the sofa.
"Yes, yes." said Harry and Ron, nodding like chickens pecking at rice.
The next morning, the weather was clear and cold. The restaurant was filled with the alluring smell of roasted sausages, and everyone was looking forward to a good Quidditch match (except Bunce) and chatting happily.
"You must eat some breakfast."
"I don't want to eat anything."
"How about some oatmeal?" Bangs suggested.
"I can't eat."
"Harry, you'll need a lot of strength, Seekers are always on their guard.”said Ron.
"Thank you, Ron," said Harry, who saw Ron slathering his sausages with marmalade.
By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be in the stands around the Quidditch field (Professor Dumbledore was not there). Many students even brought binoculars. Although the seats were raised into the air, it was still difficult to see the game at times.
Ron, Hermione, and Bunce joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean, the West Ham fan, in the top row. To surprise Harry, they had drawn a huge banner out of a bedsheet stained by Scabbers, the little rat, on which they had written "Victory to Potter," Dean, who was good at drawing, and a large Gryffindor lion beneath it. Then Hermione did a clever trick to make the paint on the banner flicker in different colors.
As Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle hard.
Fifteen broomsticks rose into the air and the race began.
"The Quaffle was snatched up by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor at once-what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and very attractive-"
"Jordan!"
"I'm sorry, Professor."
Lee Jordan was a friend of the Weasley twins. He was commentating the match under Professor McGonagall's watchful eyes
"She's really sprinting up there, a great pass to Alicia Spinnet, Oliver Wood's genius, she was just a substitute last year-and then it goes to John, and then-oh no, Slytherin's got the Quaffle, Slytherin captain Marcus Flint's got it and he's sprinting off-Flint's flying like an eagle on it-he's going to score-no, Gryffindor Keeper, Wood, had intercepted the ball with a brilliant move, and now Gryffindor had it-that was Katie Bell, Gryffindor Chaser, darting nimbly around Flint over the field-ouch-that must have hurt-hit in the back of the head by a Bludger-Quaffle intercepted by Slytherin-that was Darian Pucey sprinting toward the goalposts, But he was knocked down by the other Bludger-the Bludger was pushed aside by Fred or George Weasley, the twins really couldn't tell one from the other-and the Gryffindor batters did a great job, Johns got the Quaffle back, there was no resistance ahead, she was flying-she was flying-she was dodging a Bludger-the goalposts were just ahead-come on, all right, Angelina-Blackie the Keeper swooped-missed-Gryffindor scored!”
The Gryffindors 'cheers echoed in the cold sky, mixed with the Slytherins' roars and curses.
"Excuse me, excuse me, make way."
"Hagrid!"
Bunce and the others squeezed together to make room for Hagrid.
"I was watching it from my cabin," said Hagrid, patting the large telescope he wore around his neck,"but it wasn't like watching a match in a crowd. Still no sign of the Snitch, is it?"
"No," said Ron."Harry hasn't got anything to do yet.”
"As long as there's no trouble, we're lucky.”said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering up at a tiny speck in the air-Harry.
"The Slytherins have the ball," said Lee Jordan."Chaser Pucey ducked past two Bludgers, dodged the Weasleys and Chaser Bell, and ran-wait a minute-was that the Snitch?”
There was a murmur among the crowd as Darian Pucey turned his head to look at a golden streak of light that flew past his left ear and missed the Quaffle.
Harry seemed to have spotted the Snitch too, and swooped down quickly, chasing the golden streak of light. Terence Higgins, the Slytherin Seeker, had seen it too. They sped side by side toward the Snitch-the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing, hovering in the air, watching.
Harry was faster than Higgins-he could see the little ball, flapping its wings and darting ahead of him-and he picked up speed again-
Bang! There was a roar of rage from the Gryffindors below-Marcus Flint had deliberately bumped into Harry, and Harry's broomstick swerved off course, but Harry held on to it tightly.
"Foul!" shouted the Gryffindors.
Madam Hooch angrily reprimanded Flint, then ordered Gryffindor to take a free kick at the goalposts. But, of course, the Snitch had long since vanished from sight amid the chaos.
In the stands, Dean Thomas shouted excitedly: "Send him off the field, referee! Red card!"
"This isn't football, Dean," Ron kindly reminded him."You can't send people off in Quidditch-and what's a red card?”
But both Hagrid and Bunce agreed with Dean.
"They ought to change the rules, Flint almost knocked Harry off in the air.”
It was difficult for Lee Jordan, a Gryffindor, to remain neutral.
"Well-after that blatant and despicable cheating-"
"Jordan," growled Professor McGonagall.
"I mean, after that public and repulsive foul-"
"Jordan, let me remind you-"
"Alright, alright. Flint almost killed the Gryffindor Seeker, which I'm sure happens to anyone who plays against Slytherin, so Gryffindor takes a penalty shot, which is taken by Elena, who passes it around without a hitch, and the game goes on with Gryffindor still in possession.”
Lee was still explaining.
"Slytherin got the ball-Flint got the Quaffle-to Alicia-to Bell-got hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hoping to break his nose-just kidding, never mind, Professor-Slytherin scored-oh no"
The Slytherins cheered. No one seemed to notice that Harry's broomstick was behaving strangely. Slowly, higher and higher, the broom twitched and twisted wildly as it carried Harry away from the field.
"I don't know what Harry's trying to do.”Hagrid muttered. He looked carefully through the binoculars. "If I didn't know him better, I'd think he couldn't control his broom-but he can't."
Suddenly, everyone in the stands was pointing upward at Harry. His broomstick began to churn and roll, and Harry was barely able to keep himself from falling. Then the broom gave another wild twist and Harry was thrown off. He was now hanging in the air, clutching the broom handle with his bare hands.
"Was there something wrong with the broomstick when Flint ran into him?”asked Seamus.
"No way," said Hagrid in a quavering voice."Nothing can interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark Magic-a child can't do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand.”
At this, Hermione seized Hagrid's binoculars and, instead of looking up at Harry, began to peer anxiously at the crowd.
"What are you doing?" said Ron desperately.
"I knew it," panted Hermione."Snape-look.”
"He's up to no good-jinxing his broomstick.”said Hermione.
"Don't try to jump to conclusions. I'll be right back.”Bangs said as he left.
Before Hermione and Ron could say a word, Bunce had vanished.
Bunce weaved his way through the crowd to stand behind Quirrell, took out his wand, and whispered,"Dizzy." Quirrell fell headfirst into the front seat, and Bunce withdrew his wand and turned to leave.
"Neville, you can look now!" said Ron. Neville had been sobbing into Hagrid's jacket for the last five minutes.
Harry dived toward the ground so fast that he was seen to cover his mouth as though he was going to throw up-he landed on all fours-cough-and something golden fell into his palm.
"I've caught the Snitch!" he shouted, holding the ball high above his head, and the game ended in a flurry.
"He didn't catch the Snitch, he almost swallowed it.”Twenty minutes later, Flint was still bellowing raucously but to no avail-Harry had not broken any rules, Lee Jordan was still shouting the result in delight-and Gryffindor had won by a hundred and seventy points to sixty. But Bunce and the others didn't hear this, because they were back in the cabin with Hagrid drinking tea.
"Snape did it," Ron explained to everyone."Hermione and I saw it. He was muttering and staring at Harry's broomstick.”
"Nonsense," said Hagrid, who had no idea what was going on in the stands."Why would Snape do something like that?”
"You can ask Bunce, he knows everything, he saved Harry.”said Hermione.
"Is it true? Bunce, is it really Snape?" said Hagrid suspiciously.
"Not Snape," Bangs said as he drank his tea.
"I told you, Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd never do something like that.”said Hagrid.
"But we saw him walking towards the fourth floor, and I suspect that his leg was bitten by a three-headed dog.”said Harry stubbornly.
Hagrid set the teapot down heavily.
"How do you know about the three-headed Lu Wei?”he asked.
"Three-headed Lu Wei?"
"Yeah-it's mine-I bought it from a Greek I met at the hotel last year-I lent it to Dumbledore to watch-"
"Guard what?" said Harry eagerly.
"All right, stop asking," said Hagrid gruffly."That's top secret, understand?”
"But Snape wanted to steal it,"
"Nonsense, that's impossible." said Hagrid again.
"Then why did he want Harry dead?”said Hermione loudly.
"Bunce said it wasn't Snape.”said Hagrid.
"If I see a malicious fiend, I can recognize it. I've read all about them in books! You've got to make eye contact, Snape's eyes didn't blink, I saw them!”said Hermione.
The events of the afternoon seemed to have changed her opinion of Snape quite a bit.
"I'm telling you, you're wrong!" said Hagrid irritably."I don't know why Harry's broomstick was acting like that, but Snape couldn't have wanted to kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of you-you're meddling in things that don't concern you, learn from Bunce. Forget the big dog, forget what it's guarding, this is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel-"
"Aha!" said Harry."So there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, too, is there?”Hagrid was furious. He was angry with himself.
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