Early the next morning, the sky gradually brightened. The clouds in the morning light were tinged pale pink.
In the Hogwarts Great Hall, Jerry poked at his breakfast with his cutlery. Pickled herring. He had no appetite.
It didn't smell as terrifying as the infamous canned herring, but the taste... Jerry didn't like it. Eating it first thing in the morning killed his appetite!
Ever since Jerry had run into Malfoy in the Slytherin Common Room that morning, Malfoy had followed him around, rambling on and on.
"Malfoy, stop bothering me. You're the Seeker. Just keep your eye on Potter during the match. As long as you make sure he doesn't catch the Golden Snitch, the rest of Slytherin's team can definitely beat Gryffindor!"
Jerry had already lost his appetite when he saw the food on the table. With Malfoy muttering nonstop beside him, he couldn't eat another bite!
"But Jerry, I still—"
"Stop, Malfoy. If you really want to beat Potter, here's an idea. Forget the Golden Snitch during the match and focus on Potter. Take him out even if you go down with him. You can't lose that trade, and Slytherin will win!"
"Huh? Wouldn't that be a foul?"
"A foul? Since when are you afraid of that? How many goals could they award for it? Besides, Quidditch doesn't even have a rule for sending players off!"
He's right! Malfoy thought. At worst, he and Potter would both get hurt. Once Slytherin won, he could lie beside Potter in the Hospital Wing and taunt him some more! Heh heh...
Watching Malfoy sink into his own little world, Jerry laughed to himself.
The next match between Slytherin and Gryffindor was going to be something! Even Jerry, who had never liked Quidditch, began to look forward to it!
It might