"Longbottom, can that brain of yours, duller than a Troll's, understand this Quidditch match?"
Draco's tone was full of contempt.
Neville clenched his hands into fists, remembering what Brook had said.
He suddenly stood up and shouted at Draco.
"Malfoy, I know you like Harry."
At that moment, Hermione suddenly pointed excitedly at the pitch and screamed.
"Look, Harry!"
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Harry.
He was on his broomstick, diving down like a bolt of lightning, faster and faster.
The spectators all gasped at the sudden turn of events.
Their eyes were fixed on Harry.
The instant Harry passed Professor Snape.
He quickly stretched out his hand and snatched at the air.
Then, he hovered steadily in midair, raising his arm with the Snitch clutched tightly in his hand.
"Brook, we won!"
Hermione screamed and excitedly threw her arms around Brook beside her.
"Damn!" Ron sprang up like a coiled spring and turned to throw a punch behind him.
Unfortunately, he only hit air.
He looked around and asked in confusion, "Where's Malfoy?"
Neville looked equally bewildered. "He ran away..."
"Did you hit them?"
"N-No, I just... just said one thing."
Neville answered somewhat haltingly.
"What did you say to him just now?"
"Nothing, just that Malfoy likes..."
Before Neville could finish, Brook cut him off.
"Neville, if you say it out loud, it won't work next time."
Neville quickly covered his mouth with both hands.
Hermione's pale little hand returned to Brook's waist. "What exactly is it?"
Brook leaned close to Hermione's ear. "I told Neville, 'Malfoy likes Harry.'"
Hermione felt his warm breath against her ear, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
"How is that possible?" She widened her eyes and asked incredulously, "How did you know?"
Brook spread his hands, looking innocent.
"I don't know!"
"Then why