On the day of the match, Su Er joined Hermione and Ron outside the changing room to wish Harry luck. Dressed in his Quidditch robes and holding his Nimbus 2000, Harry looked solemn.
"I know what you're worried about, Harry. Trust me, Gryffindor will definitely win today." As Harry was about to enter the players' waiting room, Su Er patted his shoulder and quietly said those words.
"Oh, thank you, Su Er." Harry clearly took this as reassurance.
I'm not just reassuring you. Badgers always settle their scores. Every wrong has its culprit, every debt its debtor. It's not that retribution won't come-its time just hasn't arrived. Oh, today is probably the day.
Whether Slytherin's captain would even make it to the match today was anyone's guess.
Su Er narrowed his eyes, recalling how the prefect and the others had huddled by the common room fireplace, whispering the night before.
They hadn't deliberately concealed their plan at all. From the edge of the group, Su Er had vaguely caught a few words...
"Marcus... Draught of Living Death... sack..."
Oh, that sounds exciting.
"The incantation is-'Locomotor Mortis.' Remember it. Don't forget," Hermione said quietly. "Su Er, Su Er!"
"Huh?" Su Er looked blankly at Hermione.
"Did you hear what I said? If Professor Snape shows any sign of trying to hurt Harry, use this spell to stop him."
People always said Gryffindors were brave. Yes, very brave indeed. Even Hermione, who had been quite rational, had become...
"Hermione, actually, have you considered the possibility that your spell wouldn't hit Snape at all?" Su Er said quietly. "Besides, even if Snape really does want to hurt Harry, do you think he'd get the chance right in front of Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"Dumbledore?" Hermione looked up blankly, glancing around from the aisle. "Dumbledore's here