Victory in the Match

In the second month of school, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was sent to Azkaban.

Gemini had a profound understanding of the butterfly effect, having caused such a serious deviation with just a little meddling in the plot.

The impact of these events didn't stop there, with Hagrid being another example.

He hadn't been in a good mood these past few days. Firstly, it was because of Fluffy—his three-headed dog had been killed by Gemini. Secondly, it was because his own three-headed dog had nearly harmed Gemini. Hagrid had been both sad and remorseful lately. After sincerely apologizing to Gemini, he had locked himself in his hut for days of self-reflection.

Then, Snape began teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. The potions class that Snape originally taught had some of its class hours allocated to Professor Sprout. Although Professor Sprout's main subject was Herbology, she also had considerable skill in Potions.

Gemini had initially thought that Snape, teaching seven year groups alone, would be too busy to substitute teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. However, it turned out he had underestimated Snape's enthusiasm for the subject.

After Quirrell was sent to Azkaban, the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts classes became large lectures, with all four houses attending together. For the older students, Professor Flitwick took over Defense Against the Dark Arts. With this distribution, it was manageable.

The Hogwarts class schedule, which Gemini had seen on forums and message boards in his previous life, was packed, but that wasn't actually the case.

At Hogwarts, first-year classes were not numerous. There were at most three classes a day, each lasting two hours, and Defense Against the Dark Arts was only one class per week.

Older students had many more electives, such as Divination and Muggle Studies. A single teacher could manage teaching seven year groups, but substituting would be difficult. Without the assistance of Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall, Snape and Professor Flitwick would not have been able to find the time to substitute teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Furthermore, although the daily class hours were not many, the homework was despair-inducing. At Hogwarts, homework was submitted weekly and calculated by size…

As November arrived, the weather turned very cold. The mountains surrounding the school appeared hazy, covered in ice and snow.

The abundant homework and cold weather made the students increasingly restless. However, this state did not last long, as a piece of news once again enlivened the students.

The Quidditch season had begun!

The first match was Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and the second was Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw.

This meant Gemini would soon step onto the Quidditch pitch as a Seeker.

"Go, Lord Fox."

"We firmly believe you will achieve ultimate victory."

"Gemini, you're definitely stronger than Harry Potter!"

The little Slytherins were all incredibly flattering, not caring if Gemini felt awkward, they just praised him relentlessly.

"There are over seven hundred fouls in Quidditch, and they all appeared in a World Cup match in 1473—damn it, what happened in that match?"

Early on Wednesday morning, Gemini ate his grilled fish slices while flipping through "Quidditch Through the Ages."

"I heard the first referee death incident occurred after that year's match," Draco said. "But such things didn't happen much later. The Ministry of Magic is very strict about these matters."

"Being a referee is really tough," Gemini chuckled.

Rustle rustle—

The sound of flapping wings echoed from overhead. Through the Great Hall's skylight, a large flock of owls flew in, delivering packages to their respective young masters.

A few Great Horned Owls caught Gemini's attention. These owls were carrying the same package—a long box.

Without needing to think, it was highly likely a flying broomstick was inside.

Whose lucky day was this?

Gemini propped his chin, gazing curiously.

Immediately after, six Great Horned Owls swooped down and dropped the package in front of Gemini, directly knocking over his plate of grilled fish slices.

"For me?" Gemini was suddenly surprised.

Judging by the address and name marked on the package, there was no doubt it was mailed to Gemini.

Gemini opened the box, and as expected, there was a flying broomstick inside.

It was a brand-new Nimbus 2000, with red gloss paint and smooth branches. It also came with a broomstick maintenance kit and a note.

'If you don't win the championship, you can pay me back slowly.

—Xyver Snape'

"Uh…"

Swallowing his saliva awkwardly, Gemini's mood was very complicated at this moment.

On one hand, he was very grateful for Snape's donation. On the other hand, he couldn't help but feel frustrated by Snape's awkward personality…

How could he tactfully tell him that he already had a faster and better flying broomstick?

After thinking about it, Gemini decided against it.

As long as he won the match, Snape probably wouldn't care about these details.

Finally, Saturday arrived.

Today was the day of the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match.

Around 10:30 AM, the stands of the entire Quidditch stadium were already packed.

And in the entire stands, only a quarter was green territory, while the remaining three-quarters were a red ocean…

"It feels like playing an away game…"

In the locker room, Gemini changed into the green Slytherin team uniform.

"It's normal," Adrian chuckled. "When we play against Gryffindor, the stands are red. When we play against Ravenclaw, the stands are blue. When we play against Hufflepuff, the stands are yellow. For us, their support doesn't matter at all. Victory is our ultimate goal."

Gemini smiled, "You seem quite confident?"

"Not at all."

Adrian shrugged. "It would be one thing if it were Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, but facing Gryffindor... While I dislike those restless guys, honestly, the gap between our teams is quite significant."

Gemini nodded, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the other hulking oafs on the team. "I can see that."

Adrian sighed. "Their team's lineup is too perfect, especially the coordination of those three Chasers. You really should see it; it's practically an art form. Why are the girls in our house so delicate?"

"No matter what, do your best," Gemini stretched lazily. "Within the rules, play a bit rough. Use moves like the Transylvanian feint, or if the skill gap is truly too large, everyone fall back on defense. I'll end the match as quickly as possible."

Gemini's words carried a hint of command, but no one objected. Whether it was in Quidditch skill or individual combat ability, Gemini had the absolute right to dominate this team.

Waving his hand, he retrieved the Nimbus 2000 and handed it to Adrian. "Ride this during the match."

Adrian was instantly startled. "How can that be? You're the Seeker. The core of this battle is centered around you."

"I'll ride this," Gemini took out the Firebolt from his storage space.

Adrian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately closed it.

Although he didn't know what broom Gemini had taken out, its top-notch craftsmanship clearly indicated its extraordinary nature.

Another point was that Adrian didn't quite dare to defy Gemini's will.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone present, Gemini walked out of the locker room carrying the Firebolt. The three Chasers, two Beaters, and one Keeper lined up in two rows behind him.

The cheers in the stadium were deafening, though most of the cheers were for the opposing team.

Gemini saw that on the Gryffindor team, Harry was nervously standing beside Wood.

Madam Hooch stood in the center of the field, holding her broom, waiting for both teams to take their positions.

"Listen, I want everyone to play the match fairly and honestly!"

Madam Hooch's hawk-like gaze swept over everyone. "Now, please mount your brooms."

Gemini wasn't riding his Nimbus 2000?

Harry mounted his broom, his eyes fixed on the Firebolt beneath Gemini.

He didn't know what kind of broom it was, but his intuition told him it was very important.

Before he could ponder further, a golden streak took flight – that was the Golden Snitch, which had already been released. Immediately after, two Bludgers flew high into the air, and the Quaffle was also thrown high by Madam Hooch.

The next second, Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and in the blink of an eye, fifteen brooms soared into the sky – the match had begun!

"The Quaffle is immediately caught by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson – what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and quite attractive too –"

In the teachers' stands, Fred and George's close friend, Lee Jordan, was providing commentary. He was a black boy, very chatty, and his criticisms were sharp. He was the commentator for Hogwarts Quidditch matches.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall called out sternly.

"Sorry, Professor," Jordan wisely fell silent. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Good heavens, what is that?"

"Slytherin's Seeker, Gemini Fox, is flying at an impossible speed! What broom is that? Its speed has far surpassed Harry Potter's Nimbus 2000! He's spotted the Golden Snitch!"

"He's actually right on the tail of the Golden Snitch from the start of the match! Good heavens, what kind of look is that in his eyes?!"

"Gryffindor Beaters Fred and George have executed a double-team attack. That's a truly vicious Bludger, flying straight for Gemini's head! He has no reaction, is he too focused? I bet he'll use a sloth roll to dodge this –"

Bang!

"Oh – Merlin's rusty underpants! He punched the Bludger to pieces with his bare hands! How did he do that? Is this guy even human? I bet his ancestors married dragons!"

"Jordan –" Professor McGonagall's stern voice rang out again.

"Is this a foul – alright, Madam Hooch says the match continues! A replacement Bludger is coming up!"

"At this moment, Harry is closely trailing Gemini. No one expected the Seekers of both teams to engage in a chase right from the start. The distance between Harry and Gemini is widening. During this time, Angelina dodged Adrian Pucey's interception and scored the first goal of the match! Gemini is getting closer to the Golden Snitch! The Golden Snitch is making a sharp turn, can he – he's caught the Golden Snitch!!"

"One minute into the match, Gemini caught the Golden Snitch! Slytherin wins the match with a score of 150:10!"

The next instant, Slytherin's cheers echoed throughout the stadium!

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