The Quidditch Pitch lay in the northwest corner of Hogwarts Castle. Covered in green grass, it occupied a vast area and looked extremely spacious.
At the center of the pitch was a huge oval lawn, surrounded by soft soil.
Spectacular stands rose all around it, each towering and expansive enough to hold thousands of spectators. But since no match was being played, only a handful of people sat in the stands.
The Gryffindor Quidditch Team was training. From the air, they noticed a small group marching toward them in force.
Harry recognized that head of pale blond hair at first glance. He frowned, then shouted toward Wood by the goalposts:
"Wood, we've got a situation! Slytherins!"
Wood gave the players a loud blast on his whistle and shouted:
"Those little Slytherin brats are here to spy on our tactics!"
In an instant, all seven of them, balls and all, angled their flying broomsticks down and flew toward the newcomers.
Once they drew closer, they discovered that the newcomers were all Lower Years students from all Four Houses. Wood looked them over carefully. Apart from Slytherin's Seeker, Draco Malfoy, none of them belonged to any of the other teams.
Wood frowned at the group of Lower Years students and asked, "What's going on here?"
"Wood, I'm going to duel Malfoy. It's inconvenient in the castle. Can we borrow the Quidditch Pitch?"
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The players looked on, their heads full of question marks after hearing Neville's words.
Harry immediately drew his wand and pointed it at Malfoy, saying sharply:
"Malfoy, you lost those Galleons in a bet. We signed an agreement back then. You agreed not to retaliate afterward.
"Now you're picking on Neville, you coward? Come at me if you've got the guts. I'm the head of the Charon Detective Agency.