Dumbledore: It must have been the Niffler

Saturday was also the day of the new school year's first Quidditch match.

That morning, the Hufflepuff table had practically become a sea of yellow, while Gryffindor's side was gold and red.

The tension between the two Houses, which had been building for a week, would finally be settled today.

"I thought you weren't going to play in this match." Mikel handed Kyle a glass of pumpkin juice. "The moment I saw your name on the lineup, I knew we had this in the bag."

"Isn't that a little premature?" Kyle took the pumpkin juice and had a sip. "It's better to keep a low profile. It'd be pretty embarrassing if we lost."

"I don't think so," Mikel said dismissively.

"How do you feel? No problems, right?" Qiu came over as well to cheer Kyle on.

"I think I'm fine." Kyle smiled. "Harry and I joined our teams in the same year. We've been old rivals for a while now, and I don't think I'll lose to him this time."

Kanna, beside him, glanced back at him. What did he mean, he wouldn't lose this time? He had just told Mikel to keep a low profile, yet when it came to himself, he wasn't holding back at all.

Of course, every Hufflepuff—including herself—thought the same way.

"That's good." Qiu said, "But you still need to watch out for Harry's Firebolt. I don't think your new Seeker can compare to Cedric."

"Don't worry, Grace has already made a plan." Kyle said. "And our new Seeker isn't that much worse than him. I know Cedric's face is a bonus, but you can't let your personal feelings influence you all the time."

A knowing burst of laughter rose from those around them.

"Then I'll wait and see." Qiu's face reddened slightly. She glared