Magic schools had one advantage over Muggle schools: there was less fuss about making up missed lessons.
For instance, this time, the professors had all gone to a meeting on Valentine's Day, and every student had missed a lesson. That was that. There was no talk of making it up over the weekend. The weekend remained a break, and the Quidditch match began as usual.
Yes, Gryffindor had once again beaten Ravenclaw easily.
Harry had snatched the Golden Snitch before Qiu could, but that had not actually had any substantial effect on the course of the match.
Before that, Gryffindor had already been leading by an enormous margin, two hundred and seventy to fifty.
Of Ravenclaw's fifty points, anyone with a discerning eye could see that only the first goal had really been earned through skill. Clever coordination between three players had caught Ron a little off guard when the match had just begun and he was still finding his form.
The other four goals had all come after Gryffindor had taken a two-hundred-point lead.
With a two-hundred-point lead, and their side still evenly matched with the opposition in attack and defense, surely letting a few through was perfectly reasonable? Almost everyone thought so, and that was indeed what had happened.
"Has Ron gotten even better?" After the match, Harry had naturally rushed straight over to comfort his girlfriend, who was unhappy about losing.
And after the two of them visited Hogsmeade again that afternoon, Qiu could not help asking that question.
"Possibly." Harry thought back to Ron's performance in that day's match and nodded.
Ron really was getting ridiculously good now.
During the match, there had been several shots that Harry, watching from above, had thought were certain to go in.
Yet Ron had somehow managed to save them.