"Luo Bin, what did Salasha want with you?"
Hermione asked.
"Oh, it was about last night—someone rummaging through Harry's things!"
"Ah, that. She asked Harry about it this morning too. Luckily, I'd warned him beforehand, otherwise... hmph. What time are we heading out tonight?"
"It gets dark later in summer. We'll head out at 8:10 tonight. Meet at the Wooden Hut in the Hunting Grounds!"
"Deal!"
Although Luo Bin sat in a far corner of the Stands, most of the students near him belonged to Slytherin House.
Hermione, a Muggle-born, wasn't afraid of them, but their curious, contemptuous, disdainful looks made her deeply uncomfortable. Once they had agreed on their plan, she hurried back to the Gryffindor Stands.
At eleven, the match officially began. The cheers from the Stands were almost deafening.
Above the pitch, Broomsticks carrying their riders shot back and forth like rockets.
Madam Hooch, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape kept their eyes fixed on the air above the pitch, their Wands tucked inside their sleeves so they could draw them immediately in an emergency.
Apart from Professor Binns, a ghost without a physical body, and Professor Sprout, who needed to repot the mandrakes, all the other professors patrolled around the Stands.
Normally, the professors' tense behavior, as though they were facing a formidable enemy, would have frightened the students. But the show-off was there, and with that mouth of his, he could practically talk the dead back to life!
"Oh, my goodness! Look at the girls from Hufflepuff House! They're every bit as good as the Gryffindor Players. My, evading a pincer attack from Wood and George and putting the Quaffle cleanly through the hoop—that's not something just anyone can do..."
Everyone had known who would win before the match even began. Only Slytherin could hold its