"It seems nobody's talking about the Troll anymore!" Ron complained as if he had been left out.
"A few days have passed. Isn't it normal for the rumors to die down?" Light said with a relaxed look, continuing to poke the sausage with the fork in his hand.
"Mainly because the Quidditch tryouts are about to start, and everyone's attention has been drawn to it." Harry Potter continued.
"By the way, have you noticed? Snape is walking limping. It seems he's injured." Ron asked mysteriously.
"What does his injury have to do with us?" Harry Potter said with a look of disgust.
"He must have been bitten by the Three-Headed Dog that was alerted by Quirrell when he went to check on the Philosopher's Stone." Light thought to himself.
"That's true. Forget about him. Are we going to watch the Quidditch tryouts today?" Ron asked the two while gnawing on a chicken leg.
"I won't go. You two go." Light quickly finished eating, then greeted them and left the table.
The magic training ground was transformed from the Room of Requirement.
Diffindo. The spell passed by the flying disc in the air.
"Not good enough. I still need to improve my accuracy with moving targets." Light gasped for breath as he looked at the constantly shattered targets.
"What a pity. I don't dare to practice the Fiendfyre Curse easily. That's a powerful Dark Magic that can even destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes!" Light stopped practicing and sighed with regret.
...
Time flew by, and it was November. Winter was approaching in the UK, and the weather was getting colder.
The House Cup at Hogwarts was about to start. Light, Harry Potter, Ron, and Hermione were on their way to the auditorium.
"The Quidditch game is about to start. Harry Potter, do you have confidence? Gryffindor is counting on you." Ron said as he walked, ramping up the pressure on Harry Potter.
"I'm still a bit nervous." Harry Potter managed a strained smile.
As the Seeker of Gryffindor and one of the cores of the team, Harry Potter wasn't as relaxed as he said. Instead, he was extremely nervous.
"I found a book for you, *Quidditch's Rogues*. Maybe it will help you." Hermione said as she handed the book to Harry Potter.
"Really? I wonder what's written in the book?" Harry Potter managed a strained smile.
"It mentions seven hundred illegal behaviors in Quidditch. You have to be careful. If necessary, you can also..." Hermione didn't finish her sentence, but Harry Potter understood what she meant.
"Okay, I will." Harry Potter managed a strained smile.
"Don't worry, Harry Potter. You know! You're the best Seeker. You're the ace. Only you can lead Gryffindor to victory." Light, who knew that Harry Potter would lead Gryffindor to victory continuously in the future, encouraged him with a confident look.
While Light was brainwashing Harry Potter, the group unconsciously arrived at the auditorium.
Just as Light and the others were about to start having lunch, they heard Malfoy from Slytherin taunting Gryffindor recklessly, saying that they had been defeated for several years in a row.
Ron didn't pay attention at first, but the more he listened, the angrier he got. Harry Potter and Hermione managed to hold Ron back with great difficulty to prevent him from running over and causing trouble.
Seemingly noticing that Harry Potter had arrived at the auditorium, Malfoy shifted the topic and said that Gryffindor thought they could change the situation by just finding a novice.
Listening to Malfoy's boastful words, not even Ron could hold back. The wizards in Gryffindor couldn't contain themselves either. They stood up and pounded the tables.
The Slytherins also stood up, and the two houses confronted each other.
"All of you, sit down. What do you think you're doing?" Snape's cold voice quelled the potential fight between the two houses.
Amid everyone's anticipation, the Quidditch game arrived as scheduled.
The stadium gates opened, and the players from both houses flew out on their broomsticks. The spectators in the stadium immediately cheered.
Ron and Neville held up a huge, ragged banner. The magically enchanted banner kept flashing 'Harry Potter Will Win' in mid-air.
Light, who was dragged to watch the game, looked at the upcoming match with a helpless expression.
Light watched a group of people flying around in the air and said that it was hard for him to like a game like Quidditch.
Moreover, they were flying so fast. Do people in the wizarding world all have the eyesight of a pilot? How could they even see clearly?
Listening to the exaggerated commentary of commentator Jordan, Light looked at the players flying around on the field with a complex expression. It was nowhere near as intense as the commentary made it out to be.
Light's gaze followed the players. Casually, he saw Professor Snape in the spectator stand, his eyes empty and expression stiff.
Light raised his right hand and nudged Hermione. "Hermione, keep an eye on Harry Potter's condition and what's going on around him. I have a bad feeling."
"What do you mean?" Hermione looked at Light with a puzzled expression.
"Nothing, just a bit..." Before Light could finish, exclamations rang out around them. Light and Hermione looked up.
Harry Potter was flipping and twisting unnaturally in the air. The broom he was riding was like an untamed wild horse, trying to throw him off.
"How could this be? Someone must be casting a spell." Hermione stood up abruptly. She first looked at Light in confusion, then seemed to understand something.
She scanned the spectator stand. Then, as if she had found something, she rushed over.
Light watched Hermione leave and followed her line of sight.
He saw Hermione run over and knock Quirrell, who was chanting a spell, to the ground. When Quirrell fell, he seemed to hit the back of his head.
Then Hermione quietly crouched near Professor Snape, set his black robe alight, and slipped away.
"No wonder you'll take the blame. What a coincidence. If I didn't know what was going to happen next, just from this, I'd think you're not a good person!" Light withdrew his gaze and looked back at the field.
After Harry Potter's broom steadied, he suddenly dove towards the ground, then stopped abruptly at the last moment and plucked the Golden Snitch from his mouth.
"Voldemort already has doubts about me. If I show up again, he might come after me. I'm still too weak." Light thought to himself as he listened to the cheers of the audience.
After the game, Light and Hermione dragged Ron along and found Harry Potter, who was about to go celebrate with the team.
The four of them quietly hid in an abandoned classroom and sat around a blazing fire. The deep red flames drove away the chill in the air.
"It must be Snape! He's a Death Eater," Ron said first after hearing Hermione explain the whole story.
"I think so too. When Harry Potter's broom got out of control,"
"Snape was muttering a spell. After I set his clothes on fire, Harry Potter's broom returned to normal." Hermione also thought Snape wasn't a good person.
"What's your take on this, Light? You were the one who tipped me off that something might go wrong with Harry Potter." After saying that, Hermione looked at Light. Harry Potter and Ron also turned their gazes over.
"I don't think it's related to Snape because there's no point. Given Snape's ways, he wouldn't have to do it like this. He could just snatch a bottle of potion and shove it down Harry Potter's throat." Light explained.