A Bunch of Twisted Logic

As eleven o'clock approached, the entire school's teachers and students began heading to the Quidditch Pitch.

Upon arriving at the Quidditch Pitch, Lee Jordan separated from Albert and the others, heading directly to the commentator's platform. He would be serving as a commentator for the Quidditch Match later, under Professor McGonagall's supervision.

"Let's go find an empty seat too," Shanna said to Albert, turning her head to him.

The two walked together toward the area where the Gryffindor students were gathered, intending to find an empty seat. When they looked up, they saw someone trying to hang up a sheet with the words "Potter will win" written on it in the highest row.

"It seems our savior also has his own supporters," Albert said with a smile.

"It must be Potter's roommate. That big lion is painted quite well." Shanna raised her Binoculars to observe the shimmering colors on the banner, and said to Albert with a smile, "Gryffindor may have produced another genius."

Shanna didn't see any other older students, which meant the banner was probably the work of a first-year student. Aside from Albert, probably no one in their year could have done something like this in just a few months.

"It's passable." Albert smiled and pulled his wand from the pocket of his robe, pointed at the lion on the banner and chanted a spell. The lion suddenly roared.

"That's much better, isn't it?" Albert winked at Shanna as if he had pulled off a prank.

"You scared them."

Shanna looked at the group who were startled by the lion's roar and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"What's going on? How did you do that?" Ron looked up at the banner that occasionally let out a lion's roar, and then looked at Hermione beside him in shock.

Not only him, but also several of Harry's roommates looked at Hermione in surprise.

"I didn't do it." Hermione was also confused about what had happened.

With a roar from the lion, the Quidditch players from both sides took to the field, and Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle to announce the start of the match.

After an unknown amount of time, Angelina scored the first goal amidst the cheers of the Gryffindor and the roars of the Slytherin.

Because Gryffindor scored first, the game immediately became less than friendly.

Everyone is used to this kind of competition atmosphere, and every year there are always a few Quidditch Match matches that are not so friendly.

This year's Gryffindor are at a disadvantage, as their suitors are all girls, making them less effective at underhanded tactics against each other. Relying solely on Fred and George is clearly not enough.

Slytherin Team quickly recovered and began to take the lead in points.

Albert wasn't surprised at all; sometimes you just have to be ruthless enough. If you can't be strong enough to directly suppress your opponent, you can only resort to fighting ruthlessness with ruthlessness.

Gryffindor couldn't do the former, nor did they choose the latter, so when they encountered the Slytherin Team's dirty tricks, they could only be thoroughly beaten by them.

Amidst the angry roars of the Gryffindor students, Albert pulled Communication Bookmark from his pocket, glanced at the words on it, and then got up and walked away. The Gryffindor students, who were furious about the Slytherin Team's despicable tactics, did not notice Albert's departure at all.

Albert found Isobel watching the game through Binoculars in a secluded corner where there were hardly any people.

He walked straight over, sat down next to the girl, and asked with a smile, "Do you think Gryffindor Team will win?"

"I've heard from others that you believe Harry Potter will catch the Golden Snitch and win the competition for Gryffindor," Isobel said gently, putting down her Binoculars and looking at Albert beside her. "They believe you."

"People always need a bit of confidence, you know. Sometimes confidence is very important; it allows people to fully unleash their abilities, and I happen to be able to give them that confidence." Albert reached out and took Isobel's hand, gently stroking her fair palm, and asked with a smile, "Do you feel more confident than before?"

Isobel couldn't help but roll her eyes at Albert.

"Why not do something that can so easily and effectively boost morale?" Albert smiled and raised the Binoculars hanging around his neck, looking for Harry Potter.

The savior moved around high in the sky, searching for the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch.

Actually, flying high into the sky was to prevent Harry from being targeted by the Slytherin Team. Ever since Albert reminded Albert last time, Wood has been very careful to protect Harry's safety. In his words, "We don't want you to be attacked too early."

As it turned out, this was a wise decision.

After all, it was Harry's first time participating in Quidditch Match, and he had no idea that the Slytherin Team would use such dirty tricks to win.

"You always have a bunch of excuses for yourself," Isobel said gently, shaking Albert's hand in return. "But you're right, some methods can indeed effectively boost everyone's confidence. I heard you bet a huge sum of Galleon that Harry would catch the Golden Snitch and bring victory to Gryffindor Team?"

"Not a large sum of Galleon," Albert corrected. "Only ten Galleon."

"Gambling is not a good habit," Isobel kindly reminded her.

"I rarely do things I'm not sure about, so I rarely lose," Albert said with a shrug.

"But I still don't want you to gamble on certain things." Isobel looked into Albert's eyes and said seriously, "There are some things you shouldn't gamble on, even if the odds of losing are very small."

"Okay, I promise. You know I value my life more than anyone else." Albert knew what Isobel meant by bet.

The real gambler isn't someone who gambles on small things, but someone who dares to gamble on other things, sometimes losing everything in one go.

Just as the two were talking, something else happened in the sky above the Quidditch Pitch. Harry had just dodged a Bludger, was accelerating his descent, chasing after a golden streak of light.

That's right, Harry Potter discovered the Golden Snitch.

Just as Harry swooped down, the entire Quidditch Pitch suddenly fell silent. Everyone had noticed the Golden Snitch and stood up, watching the impending battle for the Golden Snitch.

Slytherin Team's Seeker, Terence Higgins, had clearly seen it too; he was even closer than Harry. However, he was at a disadvantage with his broom, as Harry, with the advantage of Nimbus 2000, had caught up, and the two raced side by side toward the Golden Snitch.

At this moment, everyone stopped what they were doing. The players seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, and they all hovered in the air, watching the battle for the Golden Snitch.

The game ends as soon as the Seeker catches the Golden Snitch.

Harry's Nimbus 2000 was faster than Higgins's Cleansweep Seven. Just as Harry was about to accelerate again and reach out to catch the Golden Snitch to secure victory for Gryffindor Team, an unexpected incident occurred.

With a loud thud, Harry felt himself being bumped hard, and his broom slid sideways as a result.

It was Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Team, who deliberately bumped into Harry to prevent him from catching the Golden Snitch.

"Foul!"

Amid the angry roars of the Gryffindor, Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle to stop the game. She flew over in a rage and gave Flint a thorough dressing-down.

The latter, however, wore a triumphant smile. Because the match was paused, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from everyone's sight, Gryffindor had missed their chance to win the match.

The Gryffindor Team glared angrily at Flint, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

However, many students, recovering from their anger, suddenly realized what had just happened and began throwing objects at the field. Some even drew their wands and cast Dark Curse at Flint in protest and dissatisfaction.

"They seem... a little excited," Isobel said, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Because they were all betting that Harry would catch the Golden Snitch and win the game, and Flint's actions undoubtedly caused the Galleon they were about to get to slip through their fingers," Albert said maliciously. "Nothing is more infuriating than the Galleon slipping through your fingers just when they're about to get them."

"You're not angry?" Isobel looked Albert up and down and asked, "I remember you bet too."

"If nothing unexpected happens, Harry should be able to catch the Golden Snitch. His Nimbus 2000 broom is obviously faster than Higgins ' Cleansweep Seven. Moreover, Harry's skills are not bad either. As the savior, he is naturally lucky, so I don't think he will lose."

"What kind of twisted logic is that?!" Isobel couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.