Exam Week

Winning the Quidditch House Cup championship again—if someone had said that three years ago, probably not a single Ravenclaw would have believed it.

By now, it was no longer a question of whether they believed it, but how long they could keep winning, and whether they could create a consecutive-title record—one no other house could break.

At least for the moment, it looked very possible. Vizet was still far from graduation, and winning a few more Quidditch House Cups should not be too much of a problem.

After attending the celebration party, Vizet walked out of the Common Room, preparing to head to Snape's office for private tutoring.

"Vizet!" Just as he passed the corner, Wood's voice rang out. "Um... do you have a moment? I'd like to say a few words to you."

"Of course!" Vizet nodded. When he attended private tutoring, he usually set aside some extra time to deal with any emergencies that might come up.

"Uh... well..." Wood stammered. "It's just that I..."

"Mr. Gonzales already told me..." Vizet roughly understood what Wood wanted to say and spoke first. "Congratulations! On being able to join the Sweetwater All-Stars."

"Thanks... no! I should be thanking you..." Wood nodded repeatedly, then shook his head. "Uh... actually, that seems right... I think I really should be thanking you..."

"It actually doesn't have much to do with me," Vizet said with a slight shake of his head. "Mr. Gonzales admired you because your performance on the pitch truly was outstanding."

"Honestly... during the match just now, your defense was very tight. I was under a lot of pressure too... after all, Harry flies even better. Maybe he'd catch the Golden Snitch in the very next second."

"I was under even more pressure!" Once the topic turned to Quidditch matches, Wood's