HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 130 Quidditch Match (Part 1)

The troll incident just happened yesterday, and today is Quidditch match day. I'll be watching Quidditch all day, so I don't have to go to class.

The trio of Harry and Meghan were having breakfast in the Great Hall early in the morning.

A white owl carrying a package flew toward Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Harry caught the package that was thrown down and placed it on the table.

"Is the mail being sent so early?" Hermione asked curiously, looking at Harry's package.

"Nobody's ever sent me a package," Harry said, looking surprised.

“Open it and take a look,” Ron said, equally curious.

The trio quickly opened the package, only to find a flying broom inside.

"A flying broomstick!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"This isn't an ordinary flying broom, Harry, it's a Nimbus 2000!" Ron excitedly told Harry the name of the broom.

“But who is this…” Harry said, a little puzzled.

When Harry saw the owl standing next to Professor McGonagall, he smiled at her.

Oliver, sitting next to Harry, was a little envious; Harry's gift was really nice.

"Alright, stop looking. You did well on your exams this semester, so I can give you one too," I said with a smile, sipping my coffee as I sat on Oliver's other side.

"The match is coming up soon, and without a good broom, I'm afraid..." Oliver, as the captain of Gryffindor, carried a heavy burden, and he didn't want to lose the match.

"Don't you believe in your own abilities? Don't you believe in the abilities of your teammates?" I patted Oliver's bent back.

"Okay, I know what to do, Ayers." Oliver suddenly regained his fighting spirit; he believed his team could win the game.

"I might have to go back to my house's stands to watch your exciting match. Good luck." This is a match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, so I can't possibly sit in the Gryffindor stands again. I'm afraid I'll get a lot of flak if Slytherin loses.

"Ayers, what if your academy loses later? Will you cry?" Fred asked with a grin as he sat across from me.

"Fred, when have you ever seen me cry?" I asked, wiping my mouth with a napkin after finishing my breakfast.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before. I wonder what it would be like if Ayers cried.” George suddenly said this, and the others’ eyes lit up.

"I feel like I'd rather see you all crying." I glared fiercely at the group of people having breakfast together.

They all avoided my gaze and buried their heads in their breakfast.

Finally, it was time for the Quidditch match, and both teams grabbed their brooms and prepared to take off.

"Are you scared, Harry?" Oliver asked, standing next to Harry and looking at his nervous expression.

"Just a little bit." Harry didn't dare look at Oliver anymore, he just kept looking ahead.

"That's normal. I was like that the first time I played." Oliver looked ahead with a hint of nervousness.

"And then what?" Harry asked curiously, turning to Oliver.

"I can't remember exactly, but it was two minutes. I got hit on the head by the running ball and was in a coma for a week in the hospital," Oliver joked about his first Quidditch match.

Harry was so frightened by Oliver that he didn't dare to speak, and he became even more nervous.

Just then, as the game was about to begin, they mounted their brooms, took off, circled the Quidditch pitch a few times, and then flew to their designated spot and hovered in mid-air.

The players took their positions, and Mrs. Hodge walked onto the field and announced the start of the game.

"I hope today's match is fair and exciting." Then Mrs. Hodge opened the ball box, and the ball rose into the air, followed by the Golden Snitch.

The Golden Snitch circled in front of both Seekers a few more times.

Mrs. Hodge throws the Quaffle into the air, and the game begins.

First, Gryffindor got the ball, and then after dodging and shooting, they put it into the goal circle, and Gryffindor scored.

Then Slytherin got the ball and threw it to their house captain, but Oliver blocked the shot. Oliver even shook his head at him, which made me want to laugh. It was so cheeky.

At this moment, the ball was taken back by the Gryffindor players. They passed it around among themselves and finally threw it into the Slytherin goal.

Slytherin's players got the ball again and headed straight for the goal, but Oliver held firm in defense, and Slytherin couldn't score.

Unexpectedly, the Slytherin captain grabbed the bat and hit Oliver with the Quaffle, knocking him unconscious and causing him to fall off the broom.

With a single, staffless spell, I made the unconscious Oliver slowly lie down on the ground.

Albus Dumbledore glanced in my direction, and I simply smiled at the headmaster.

Since Oliver is unconscious, the Slytherin bowler can throw the ball toward the Gryffindor goal as soon as he gets it, and no one stops him.

The Slytherin players, under the guidance of their captain, were also flanking the Gryffindor bowlers, trying to confuse them as many as possible.

Harry couldn't stand it any longer and kept looking around for the Golden Snitch.

Harry, who was chasing the Golden Snitch, suddenly found his broom flying wildly out of control.

"What's going on with Harry's broom?" Hagrid suddenly asked from below. Hermione looked around through her binoculars and saw Professor Severus Snape muttering something on the professors' viewing platform.

I also noticed Harry's situation from the Slytherin stands, and immediately looked towards Severus.

Seeing that he and Professor Quirrell were muttering something to each other, I immediately ran towards their stands.

"Hermione, you can't do this." When I walked over to the professor's stand, I saw Hermione holding her wand, preparing to set Severus on fire.

I immediately unleashed a 'Expelliarmus' spell, knocking Hermione's wand away without harming Severus.

I immediately ran over and blew a breath toward Professor Quirrell's location.

The gust of wind transformed into a small flame and ignited Quirrell's magic robe.

"Oh no~" When the flames reached Quirrell's legs, he jumped up to put out the fire, interrupting his spellcasting.

Severus continued casting spells to stabilize Harry's flying broom.

"Ayers, what are you doing? Harry will be in danger!" Hermione, whose wand I had knocked away, questioned me in a low voice.

"Hermione, is it possible that what you saw wasn't real? Did you see Professor Quirrell sitting behind Professor Snape, also chanting a spell?" I chanted a spell to make Hermione's wand fly back to my hand, and then slowly placed it in Hermione's hand.

"Really? I wasn't looking at Professor Quirrell just now. I only saw Professor Snape and thought he was targeting Harry by tampering with his broom." Hermione looked at me apologetically.

“Go back, I’ve taken care of everything. Harry should be able to play normally now,” I said to Hermione with a smile.

"Okay, thank you, Senior Ayers." Hermione quickly ran back to the Gryffindor stands to watch the game.