The trick to catching the Snitch

"Filthy things, filthier than bedbugs!"

Filch muttered at the figures in green robes.

"Luo Bin, Hermione, should we tell the Headmaster or Professor McGonagall the truth about the rogue Bludger?"

They were his brothers, after all. Whenever Fred and George bullied Ron, he wanted nothing more than to pull out his wand and cast the Full Body-Bind Curse on them, but when things really got serious, he still worried about those two!

"Tonight. You two explain it to Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall. I'll handle Professor Snape."

"Why not go now?"

"Honestly! Twelve players from the two teams went there. Add the Headmaster, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape, and that's fifteen people crammed into one office. With everyone talking over each other, who could hear what you were saying? We'd only get in the way. Besides, the professors won't think the Slytherin students tampered with the Bludger. Neither side will come out of this fight a winner. They'll all be punished!"

"All right!"

Ron wanted to ask more, but he could tell Hermione didn't want to talk about it, so he swallowed his questions. The three parted in the corridor. Ron went to get more food, Hermione headed to the students' communal storeroom, and Luo Bin returned to the boys' dormitory.

"Oh, oh, oh, ***, ****, Draco, *****, the greatest, ****!"

The moment he opened the dormitory door, howling noise assaulted his ears. The source of it stood on a chair in a cloak, singing at the top of his lungs.

"Get down and turn off the mic!"

"No! Luo Bin, that winning move of yours was brilliant! Who would've thought the Golden Snitch's weakness was sound interference? Oh, Merlin, I beat Harry Potter! I'm going to sing! Those wretched Goyle and Crabbe have gone off somewhere to sneak little