The first Quidditch match after Christmas has begun.
Almost the entire school's faculty and students gathered at the Quidditch Pitch, with young wizards standing in small groups in the stands, cheering for their respective houses.
This match is between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.
The referee is Professor Snape.
The competition hasn't started yet, and the contestants haven't entered the arena, but the audience's enthusiasm hasn't diminished.
Silan and Hermione stood together, watching the situation unfold.
He was more interested in Snape than the two players.
After all, he wasn't very interested in Quidditch and originally didn't want to come, but when he heard that Snape would be the referee, he changed his mind.
Silan was very curious about how Snape rode Broomstick.
Imagine Snape, dressed in his wide black robes, riding Broomstick, his hands gripping the handles, his face gloomy, his long hair flowing...
This looks rather ridiculous no matter how you look at it.
The match was about to begin, and Snape, his face grim, sat astride his Broomstick.
For some reason, this scene always gave Silan the feeling of a serious middle-aged man riding a child's rocking horse.
"Poor Professor Snape," Silan sighed inwardly.
He knew that Snape could fly, and that he didn't seem to be very good at riding Broomstick.
Snape's face was so gloomy, maybe it was because he was a little dizzy from the broom?
As Silan made aimless guesses in her mind, the contestants began to enter the arena one after another.
The competition has officially begun.
"Now we see... Harry Potter has successfully spotted the Golden Snitch! Is this match going to end in less than a minute?" Lee Jordan continued his passionate commentary.
"Oh no! He was stopped!"
"George Weasley broke free! Oh no, the Bludger's flying towards him!" Lee Jordan was practically jumping up and down with excitement. "George hit the ball! He hit the Bludger towards... Snape!!"
"Alas, it's a pity it didn't hit..."
"Lee Jordan!"
Professor McGonagall couldn't help but speak up to remind him.
"Uh... I mean, that's not right." Lee Jordan quickly corrected himself, "Ref. Snape awarded the Hufflepuff a free throw."
His old habit resurfaced, and he continued to subtly insert his own agenda, "It seems he harbors resentment towards George for his earlier attack..."
The game continues.
Malfoy and his two henchmen pushed through the crowd to Ron's side, and as always, they mocked him.
Because of the free throws just now, Ron really wasn't in the mood to pay attention to him.
But Malfoy persisted, still taunting in his usual tone, "Gryffindor's method of selecting players is destined to lead them to failure."
"Potter, the orphan; Weasley, the poor but chubby kid; and you, the brainless Neville Longbottom, you should join the team too. You're just as pathetic as them."
Malfoy probably still harbors a grudge against Neville for hitting him last time, and even though Neville isn't on the team, he still wants to stab him in the back with some words.
After he finished speaking, Goyle and Crabbe joined him in laughing in strange, slurred voices.
"If brains were gold, Longbottom would probably be poorer than Weasley," Malfoy said sarcastically, his words still dripping with arsenic.
At that moment, Harry made a beautiful dive on the field, eliciting a gasp and cheers from the audience.
Malfoy scoffed, "You're lucky, Weasley. Potter obviously saw some money on the ground; you can split it up and buy a piece of taffy."
Ron, unable to bear it any longer, leaped onto Malfoy and threw him to the ground, with Neville following closely behind.
The atmosphere on the court was electric, and off the court, everyone was playing together.
Silan felt that this trip was worth the price of admission.
"Why did they start fighting?"
Hermione, snapping out of her daze, exclaimed in surprise, and at the same time, fearing that Silan might get hurt, pulled him closer to her.
It's Chinese New Year, so why bother disciplining the kids when you have nothing else to do?
Silan found ganging up on Malfoy more interesting than playing Quidditch, so he patted Hermione's arm and jumped off his seat.
"Scream, Malfoy! Let's see if you can fit my fist in your mouth!"
"Goyle, Crabbe! Stop him! Stop him now!"
"Neville, grab his hands. I'm going to slap him twice!"
Using a surprise attack, Ron and Neville initially gained the upper hand, pinning Malfoy to the ground and grinding him hard.
But Goyle and Crabbe quickly recovered and used their size advantage to pull the two apart.
The situation quickly spiraled out of control, turning into a chaotic brawl.
The young wizards around them were completely disoriented by the bumping and knocking, and some, not understanding what was happening, even squeezed in to watch the spectacle.
It was so crowded, it was complete chaos.
"Stop hitting!" Silan jumped down.
"Stop hitting!"
"You'll kill someone if you do that!"
Silan joined the fray, using his hands to block Ron and Neville, while silently tripping Malfoy and then taking advantage of the chaos to kick him several times.
"Who! Who kicked me?!"
Ouch! My face!
The stands were already crowded, and their commotion made it even more packed, so Malfoy couldn't see who was behind it all.
"We're all friends, don't get angry." Silan kicked Malfoy a few more times, much to Ron's astonishment. "Calm down, calm down!"
Realizing what Silan was doing, Ron immediately started working with him.
"Silan, get out of the way!" Ron shouted. "I'm going to knock his teeth out and have his dad set them in gold!"
"We're all classmates, don't get agitated..."
He still tries to break up fights, and he still kicks people.
"Don't be angry, leave it to me."
After secretly kicking Malfoy a few more times, Silan pulled Ron and Neville aside and took control of the situation.
Malfoy was helped up by Goyle and Crabbe, looking utterly miserable.
His once clean outer robe was torn to shreds, he had a black eye on his left eye, and a clear shoe print on the right side of his face.
I don't know who kicked it.
His once meticulously combed hair was now a complete mess.
Malfoy's earlier imposing manner had completely vanished. He covered half his face, glaring miserably at Ron and Neville.
They didn't even spare Silan.
"Prewett, get out of my way!" Malfoy gritted his teeth. "Or you'll be counted too!"
Silan ignored his threat and simply smiled, saying, "Apologize."
Ron and Neville were taken aback, thinking they were being talked about.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow and smirked, regaining some of his previous swagger.
"Want to apologize now? Too late."
"I'm going to tell my father to tell Dumbledore to expel all of you!"
"And that damn Potter!"
In the end, Malfoy didn't forget to bring Harry along.
You're all finished!
Malfoy seemed to see the scene of their dismissal and became arrogant again.
Of course, it would be more convincing if he didn't have footprints on his face or a panda eye on his left eye.
Silan shook his head at him.
I mean, I want you to apologize.