"Harry, Harry." Su Er sat in the stands at the Quidditch Pitch, watching Harry dart back and forth through the air. When Harry finally caught the Golden Snitch and landed, finishing a round of practice, Su Er waved and called out.
"Su Er, what brings you here?" Harry had barely landed before he mounted the Firebolt again and flew over to Su Er. "Did you need something?"
Wood was extremely unhappy that a Hufflepuff had taken Harry away during practice. He furtively told Harry that he absolutely must not tell Su Er their tactical plans, even though Hufflepuff had most likely already lost its chance to compete for this year's Quidditch Cup.
Up in a tower of the Castle, the Fat Lady was still recuperating, even though her frame had already been repaired-Su Er had seen her in the corridor on the Castle's Seventh Floor.
Well, the Fat Lady had been badly frightened. Psychological trauma was still trauma, right?
The one guarding Gryffindor now was Sir Cadogan, the fellow who rode a squat little pony and spent every day boasting about his heroic exploits, charging in and out of battle seven times on horseback.
"Aha, I've never seen you before. You're certainly not a Gryffindor." Sir Cadogan sat astride his pony, holding his gleaming silver shortsword high.
"Are you trying to break into Gryffindor to achieve some unspeakable aim? I, as the bravest of warriors, shall hold the enemy outside these doors!"
With that, Cadogan twirled his shortsword and crouched low, poised to charge, as though Su Er standing at the entrance were an evil villain.
"He's my friend," Harry said irritably. "Move aside. We have things to do."
Sir Cadogan eyed Harry suspiciously several times from inside his portrait frame.
"You had better not deceive the wise Sir