A Stupid Idea

As eleven o'clock approached, the entire school began heading toward the Quidditch Pitch.

The Great Hall gradually quieted down. Albert closed his book, slipped it back into the Transfiguration Lizard Skin Bag, then rose and said to Isabelle, who was also reading to pass the time at the neighboring Ravenclaw table, "It's almost time. Let's go too."

After placing a bookmark in her book, Isabelle used magic to shrink it and tuck it into her robe pocket. She followed Albert out of the castle toward the Quidditch Pitch on the castle grounds.

It was very cold outside, and the snow around the castle showed no sign of melting. Albert instinctively pulled up his scarf, covering the exposed skin more tightly.

"This scarf is starting to look a little ugly now."

Isabelle straightened Albert's scarf for him and muttered to herself, "I'll knit you a new one when I have time someday!"

"I think this one has quite a bit of sentimental value now."

Isabelle clearly did not want to respond to that. Changing the subject, she asked, "By the way, what were you talking about with Percy just now?"

"Oh, that?"

Albert told Isabelle about Percy and Penelope's bet.

Isabelle fell silent after hearing it, showing little reaction. She knew very well that most couples were like this. Usually, people only started dating because they were interested in each other; it was still far from being a true romantic relationship. Dating, arguments, and breakups were all perfectly normal, as ordinary as eating.

The two made their way toward the Quidditch Pitch along the path Hagrid had cleared in advance.

The match had already begun. Lee Jordan, serving as commentator, was explaining the Firebolt to everyone, and this "unprofessional" behavior had drawn the displeasure of Professor McGonagall, who was supervising his