My Victory Is Yours to Share

Angelina got the ball first and scored despite being surrounded by Slytherin players.

"Ten points to Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan commentated excitedly. Though Lee's commentary was somewhat biased in Gryffindor's favor, he really was entertaining.

"Argh! Damn it!" Draco was so anxious he wished he could take the field himself.

Seeing his team score, Harry clapped happily and was nearly hit by a ball.

Mia looked at her silly brother and pressed a hand to her forehead helplessly.

Slytherin refused to be outdone and seized the ball, passing it to Flint. No wonder Madam Hooch had given him a pointed warning look: when Angelina tried to take the ball, Flint kicked at her, then flew to the goal and threw the ball in.

Wood flipped over and knocked the ball away, successfully defending the goal. He raised an eyebrow smugly, and Flint glared at him.

Gryffindor pressed their advantage.

"Another ten points to Gryffindor!"

After failing twice in a row, Slytherin began playing noticeably more violently, repeatedly slamming into the Gryffindor players.

Quidditch really was a dangerous sport. Mia couldn't help worrying about Harry, who was currently the smallest player on the field.

After Wood blocked another Slytherin goal, Flint finally lost his patience. He snatched a bat from a teammate beside him and hit the ball at Wood, who fell from high in the air and was unable to move.

Flint was far too despicable.

With Gryffindor having lost their Keeper, Slytherin continued to score and surrounded the other Gryffindor players, knocking them out of the game. The people watching couldn't help sighing.

Mia stood out among the Slytherins cheering their consecutive goals. She kept her eyes fixed on Harry, worried that he would be the next target.

Suddenly, Harry spotted the Golden Snitch and was about to chase after it, but his broom went out of control.

"Harry!" Mia watched Harry nearly fall off his broom and immediately realized something. She picked up her binoculars and aimed them at the High Table. It was Quirrell!

Mia dropped the binoculars and started toward the stands.

"Mia, where are you going?" Seeing how anxious Mia was, Draco caught hold of her sleeve. Theodore looked at her too; Mia had seemed a little uninterested for a while now.

Mia glanced at Harry, who was struggling to hold on. "Harry's in danger!"

"I'll go with you!" Draco gave the pitch a reluctant glance, then, without a second thought, started to leave with Mia.

"You! Forget it, there's no time." Mia had no time to worry about Draco. She turned and ran.

Theodore watched the two recede into the distance, his gaze darkening.

On the way to the teachers' stand, Mia ran into Hermione.

"Mia, Harry!" Hermione anxiously took Mia's hand.

"I know," Mia said, pulling Hermione along as she ran.

"It's Snape!"

"It's Quirrell!"

"Quirrell?" "Snape?" The two looked at each other.

"I saw it. Professor Snape was muttering a spell!"

"It's Quirrell. Quirrell wants to kill Harry. Professor Snape is protecting him. Never mind, come with me." Pulling Hermione beneath the teachers' stand, Mia saw Quirrell sitting right behind Professor Snape, muttering under his breath.

"It really is Quirrell?" Hermione couldn't believe it. Quirrell actually wanted to harm Harry?

"Hurry up. Potter can't hold on much longer," Draco said, patting the two of them to remind them.

"Watch me. Incendio." She aimed her wand at Quirrell's turban. "Let's go!"

The professor beside Quirrell smelled something burning and sniffed, wondering where the scorched smell was coming from. Then the professor turned around. "Professor Quirrell, your turban's on fire!"

"Aah-!" Quirrell hurriedly clutched his turban and patted it with both hands, trying to put out the flames, but refused to take it off no matter what. In the end, a kind professor helped put out the fire with a spell.

Mia watched the scene regretfully. Why didn't it burn him to death?

Still, fortunately, Harry was all right.

In the end, Harry successfully caught the Golden Snitch, and Gryffindor won.

As soon as the match ended, Mia rushed to Harry's side. "Harry, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Mia. I won!" Harry still didn't know what had happened. Grinning, he handed his sister the cleaned Golden Snitch.

"For me?" Mia took the Golden Snitch and stared at Harry in a daze.

"My victory is yours to share, Mia."