Gryffindor Victory

"I'll move it tomorrow, Harry. I hope you won't go looking for it anymore. Indulging in illusions while forgetting real life is very unwise and meaningless."

Harry subconsciously glanced at Muya. Noticing this, she turned her head and smiled at him.

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

Muya was also very curious. Very few people in the world were truly free of desires. However, she was certain Dumbledore was not one of them, as his eyes revealed too many complex emotions when he looked into the mirror.

"Me? I see myself holding a pair of thick woolen socks," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh, you should have told me earlier," Muya yawned.

"It seems you two should go to bed. Oh, right, Ya Mu, this is the medicine Severus asked me to give you. One bottle daily."

Muya, crestfallen, took the pile of potions back to her dormitory. She decided to stay up late playing games today; her large bungalow in the game wasn't finished yet.

The day before the end of the holidays, Hermione had already returned to school.

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

Muya was surprised. She had given Hermione that thick book at Dumbledore's suggestion and hadn't expected Hermione to finish it so quickly. The academic prodigies were too terrifying.

Recently, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor had resumed their Quidditch training. Cedric was fine; she could see him often, but Harry was nowhere to be seen, nor were the Weasley twins.

Muya did, however, run into them in the corridor. They complained to her that Wood had become a training fanatic.

Moreover, Snape was the referee for this match, and Fred and George were on the verge of collapse.

Harry was no different. After hearing from Hermione and Ron, he had been in a daze since finding out who the referee was.

"Oh, look who it is. Gryffindor's Longbottom. I've been looking for someone to practice spells on, and you'll do!" Muya stopped just as she was about to enter the library. Oh, it seemed to be Draco.

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

"Draco, why are you practicing spells on Neville? I can spar with you right now," Muya said, pulling Neville up from the ground.

"Ya Mu? What are you doing here? Are you going to help that Gryffindor?" Draco lowered his wand.

Muya glanced at Neville. "Yes, because Neville is also my friend. Neville, you should go back to the common room first."

Seeing Neville still hesitating, she added, "It's okay, hurry back."

After Neville left, Muya walked towards Draco. "Hmph ╯^╰"

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

"Let's go, young master. Where shall we practice spells?" Muya tugged at Draco's clothes. They were all just children; what deep-seated hatred could there be? Couldn't they be amicable?

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

"Hmph, I just don't like those Gryffindor idiots, especially that Potter," Draco replied, dodging Muya's Levitation Charm.

"Okay. By the way, I really like the necklace you gave me. Thank you."

"Ah!" Draco suddenly floated up. Muya quickly cast a counter-curse to bring him down.

"Sorry, Draco."

Draco grabbed Muya's hand. "I'm glad you like it."

Draco shared some of the cookies his mother made with Muya, and then they went to the Great Hall together.

On the afternoon of the match, Muya arrived at the stadium early and secured a good spot. Susan even brought a telescope to watch.

All the students in the school were present for this match. Muya didn't understand why Snape still looked so annoyed despite being the referee. Had someone provoked him again?

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

Muya saw a few green figures among the Gryffindors. As Muya arrived there, Snape had just penalized Hufflepuff with another ball.

"Draco, what are you doing here?"

Seeing Muya approach, Draco tilted his head. "This young master goes wherever he pleases."

"Alright. I also wanted to treat you to the bubble tea I promised you last time!" Muya looked at him with feigned regret.

"Wait, you already promised this young master."

Draco followed Muya and sat down with her. She handed him the bubble tea she had promised him, and then they heard someone shouting Harry's name.

They looked up. It turned out Harry had executed a beautiful dive, eliciting gasps and cheers from the audience. Harry shot towards the ground like a bullet.

"Oh, Potter must have seen money on the ground," Draco snorted, taking a sip of his bubble tea.

Muya chuckled inwardly. But Harry probably wasn't short of money.

Then they saw Harry snatch the Golden Snitch from beside Snape's ear. He raised his victorious arm, and the entire stadium erupted.

The victory in this match belonged to Gryffindor!

Draco left in anger.

Although Hufflepuff didn't win in the end, they still held a party for the Quidditch team.

So the house-elves had their work cut out for them today. Fred and George even came to Muya for a few bottles of Fizzing Whizbees, which she generously gave them.

They took cakes, puddings, and the like. During this time, they ran into some Gryffindor students.

"Even though we didn't win, it was still quite fun," Hannah said, picking up a piece of pudding.

"Cedric, we believe you can lead Hufflepuff to victory next time," Muya said, standing on tiptoe to pat Cedric's shoulder.

As soon as the sun rose the next day, Harry brought Hermione and Ron to find Muya, saying they had something very important to tell her.

Muya was confused. Hadn't the match just finished? Why was there something else already?

"It's about Snape." Just as Muya was thinking of correcting them by adding "Professor," they pulled her away.

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

"Dumbledore said he has his plans, and he also said himself that Professor Snape is one of the people guarding the Sorcerer's Stone," Muya replied.

"Speaking of which, Professor Quirrell also seems a bit strange," Muya glanced at them. "One time when I passed by Professor Quirrell's office, I heard him talking to himself, and he wasn't stuttering."

"Also, he seems to value his turban a lot; I've never seen him take it off," Muya analyzed calmly.