Gryffindor Victory

"I'll move it tomorrow, Harry. I hope you won't go looking for it again. To wallow in dreams and forget to live is very unwise and meaningless."

Harry subconsciously glanced at Mya Mu. Noticing, she turned and smiled at him.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?" Harry looked at Dumbledore in a fluster. "What do you see when you look into the mirror?"

Mya Mu was curious too. There were very few people in the world who truly wanted nothing, but she was certain Dumbledore was not one of them. When he looked at the mirror, too many complicated emotions had shown in his eyes.

"Me? I see myself holding a pair of thick woolen socks." Dumbledore smiled.

"Oh, you should have told me earlier." Mya Mu yawned.

"Looks like you should both go to bed. Oh, and Mya Mu, Severus asked me to give you this medicine. One bottle a day."

Mya Mu returned to her dormitory in despair, carrying a pile of potions. She decided to stay up late playing games tonight; the big house in her game still was not finished.

Hermione had already returned to school the day before the holiday ended.

After breakfast that morning, Harry, Ron, and Mya Mu saw Hermione. She immediately hugged Mya Mu. "Oh, Mya Mu, I really loved the book you gave me. I've already finished it."

Mya Mu was surprised. She had given Hermione that very thick book on Dumbledore's recommendation, yet Hermione had finished it so quickly. Overachievers were terrifying.

Recently, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor had resumed Quidditch training. Cedric was still easy enough to spot, but Harry had practically vanished, as had the Weasley twins.

Still, Mya Mu had run into them in the corridors. They complained to her that Wood had turned into a training maniac.

And Snape was going to referee this match. Fred and George were nearly falling apart.

Harry was the same. According to Hermione and Ron, once he learned who the match referee was, he had looked completely distracted.

"Oh, look who I found. Gryffindor's Longbottom. I've been looking for someone to practice spells on, so you'll do!" Mya Mu, who had been about to enter the library, stopped. Oh, it was Draco.

"Oh no, Malfoy, you can't!"

"Draco, why do you want to practice spells on Neville? I'm free right now. I can keep you company." Mya Mu helped Neville up from the floor.

"Mya Mu? Why are you here? Are you helping that Gryffindor?" Draco lowered his wand.

Mya Mu glanced at Neville. "Yes, because Neville is my friend too. Neville, go back to the common room first."

Seeing that Neville was still hesitating, she added, "It's fine. Go on, hurry back."

After Neville left, Mya Mu walked toward Draco. "Hmph."

"Goyle, Crabbe, you two go on ahead." Draco waved a hand.

"Come on, young master. Where shall we go practice spells?" Mya Mu tugged at Draco's robe. They were all just children, after all. What deep-seated grudge could there be? Couldn't they get along peacefully?

"Why don't you like Gryffindor?" Mya Mu asked Draco.

"Hmph. I just don't like those stupid lions from Gryffindor, especially that Potter." Draco dodged Mya Mu's Levitation Charm as he answered.

"All right. Oh, and I really like the necklace you gave me. Thank you."

"Ah!" Draco suddenly floated into the air. Mya Mu quickly cast the counterspell and lowered him back down.

"Sorry, Draco."

Draco grabbed Mya Mu's hand. "As long as you like it."

Draco shared some cookies his mother had made with Mya Mu, and then the two went to the Great Hall together.

On the afternoon of the match, Mya Mu arrived at the pitch early and claimed a good spot. Susan had even brought binoculars.

Every student in the school had come to watch today's match. Mya Mu did not understand why Snape still looked so angry despite becoming the referee. Had someone provoked him again?

Snape had just awarded Gryffindor a penalty because George had tried to attack him.

Mya Mu spotted several green-clad figures among the crowd of Gryffindors. By the time she reached them, Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff another penalty.

"Draco, why are you here?"

Seeing Mya Mu approach, Draco tilted his head. "I can be wherever I want."

"All right. I was going to treat you to the milk tea I promised you last time!" Mya Mu looked at him with feigned regret.

"Wait, you already promised this young master."

Draco followed Mya Mu and sat down beside her. She handed him the milk tea she had promised, and then someone started shouting Harry's name.

They looked up. Harry had made a beautiful dive, drawing gasps and cheers from the audience as he shot toward the ground like a bullet.

"Oh, Potter must have spotted money on the ground." Draco hmphed and took a sip of his milk tea.

Mya Mu laughed inwardly. But Harry probably was not short on money.

Then Harry caught the Golden Snitch beside Snape's ear. He raised his arm in victory, and the entire stadium erupted.

The winner of this match was Gryffindor!

Draco left angrily.

Although Hufflepuff had not won in the end, they still held a party for their Quidditch players.

The house-elves would certainly be busy today. Fred and George even came to Mya Mu for several bottles of Fizzing Whizbees, and she generously gave them some.

They took cake, pudding, and other things, and ran into some Gryffindor students along the way.

"Even though we didn't win, I'm still pretty happy." Hannah picked up a pudding and ate it.

"Cedric, we believe that next time, you'll definitely lead Hufflepuff to victory." Mya Mu stood on tiptoe and patted Cedric's shoulder.

At daybreak the next morning, Harry came to find Mya Mu with Hermione and Ron, saying they had something very important to tell her.

Mya Mu was confused. Hadn't the match just ended? Why was something else happening already?

"It's about Snape." Mya Mu had just been about to correct him for leaving out "Professor" when they dragged her away at a run.

They found an empty room. Harry repeated to Mya Mu what he had told Hermione and Ron. "Didn't they say Snape was one of the people guarding the Sorcerer's Stone? Why would he ask Quirrell whether he knew how to get past Fluffy?"

"Dumbledore said he had his own plan, and he personally said Professor Snape was one of those guarding the Sorcerer's Stone," Mya Mu answered.

"Come to think of it, Professor Quirrell seems a little strange too." Mya Mu looked at them. "Once, when I passed by Professor Quirrell's office, I heard him talking to himself. And he wasn't stuttering."

"Also, he seems to care a great deal about his turban. I've never seen him take it off." Mya Mu analyzed calmly.

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