From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 51 Slytherin's Defeat

The next morning was bright and cold. The dining room was filled with the tempting smell of grilled sausages, and everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch game and chatting happily - except for Harry Potter, the talented first-year Seeker of Gryffindor.

He was still brooding over what happened yesterday. It was fine that his two friends had done something like that behind his back, but when he later asked Hermione for confirmation, she actually said, "This has nothing to do with you. You should think about what to do for Quidditch tomorrow!"

Harry poked at the grilled sausages on his plate with his fork and sighed heavily.

"You have to eat some breakfast." But the friends at the Gryffindor table thought he was worried about today's Quidditch game.

No one can understand me at all.

Harry thought sadly, and then rejected the persuasion about eating in the calmest tone: "I don't want to eat anything."

"Have some toast," coaxed Hermione.

"I'm not hungry." Harry glanced at Hermione. He didn't expect that after what happened last night, Hermione could act as if nothing had happened. Even Ron came to breakfast with bruises on his face.

Thinking of this, Harry looked up at Ron's dark circles again. Last night, he was the only one who was beaten. Although Slytherin also paid 10 points and two students were put in detention, they all knew that the real mastermind was still at large.

No one expected that after violating school rules, there would be a way to surrender to the professor.

While all the professors were in the staff lounge, Zabini and Crabbe took the initiative to report to Snape that they had "had a conflict with their classmates in a fit of anger". With Snape's extreme reluctance, Slytherin was deducted 10 points, and Zabini and Crabbe were also required to be detained for a month.

There was another thing that made Harry even more depressed. Hermione privately reported the matter about the Philosopher's Stone to Professor McGonagall, but it did not attract enough attention. In addition, everything that happened in the clock tower last night made Harry feel that Snape's face became even more hateful.

Feeling a sudden pat on his shoulder, Harry turned around and met the eyes of Ron, who had dark circles under his eyes.

"Think about how ugly those Slytherins will look if we win." Harry had never seen Ron's eyes so determined, not even when he heard that the Philosopher's Stone could make gold outside Hagrid's cabin. "Especially Snape! If you can catch the Golden Snitch, Harry! This will be a fair and reasonable revenge!"

Makes sense!
Harry suddenly felt an appetite when he thought about Snape and the Slytherin students' expressions as ugly as if they had eaten a fly.

"I'll catch the Golden Snitch!" Harry vowed as he munched on a grilled sausage slathered with ketchup.

……

"He didn't catch the Snitch, he almost swallowed it!" Even though the game had been over for twenty minutes, Slytherin Quidditch team captain Flint was still complaining.

"Ignore him, Harry! That's the cry of a loser." Ron hit Harry's shoulder hard. "One hundred and sixty to ten, and you caught the Golden Snitch almost at the beginning! I bet this game took one of the longest time of all the games in the academy!"

"This is all thanks to Flint." Harry said with a frank expression, and deliberately raised his voice so that the Slytherins not far away could hear him, "If he hadn't hit me with his broom, I might have missed the Golden Snitch." "Bah! Let him be happy for a while! He won't be so lucky in the next game!" Flint spat fiercely on the ground and left with the other Slytherin players.

"Hahaha." Seeing the embarrassed look of their opponent, the Gryffindors surrounding Harry all laughed out loud.

"Oh, by the way, Harry. Hagrid also came to watch your first match. He sat next to us, but he didn't say a word to us. It was as if his mouth was sewn shut." Ron shrugged. "He's still upset about what happened that day."

Perhaps Hagrid is right, the Philosopher's Stone is really not something we should worry about, doesn't Professor McGonagall think so? Many professors have provided magical protection for it, including Professor Dumbledore, so it is safe to stay at Hogwarts.

Harry thought to himself, maybe we should find time to say sorry to Hagrid...

The celebratory party in the Gryffindor common room lasted for a long time until Professor McGonagall appeared from behind the portrait of the Fat Lady and everyone dispersed.

"You know what, Harry?" Harry heard Ron say before drawing the curtains beside the bed, "I thought there would be some problems with your broom today. After all, Ivy completely disassembled it. But now it seems that Ivy's skills are pretty good. At least it flies very smoothly. ... What do you think if we graduate and start a flying broom company with Ivy? You, the greatest seeker in Hogwarts, will be responsible for the trademark, Ivy will be responsible for making brooms, and Hermione will be responsible for accounting..."

"What about you?" Harry was fascinated by Ron's fantasy for a moment, but after he asked this question, the only response he got was Ron's snoring.

……

In the potions classroom, Ivy had already prepared all the ingredients for today's potion and was preparing to pack up and leave.

"Mr. Doom." Professor Snape called his name in a brief tone that Ivy had never heard before, without any prolonged sound or deliberate emphasis.

Normally, Snape's words are rigorous and elegant, and at the same time too polite, so that people can immediately hear that it is his unique sarcasm. But if you get used to it, it will be inexplicably a bit exciting, similar to "I really want to kiss your ass with my boots."

Ivy would usually imitate Snape's tone as a counterattack, since he couldn't continue to deduct points from Ivy. As time went on, Snape tried to avoid communicating with Ivy, and only used simple language to describe the potion materials he was going to deal with today at the beginning of the detention.

So when Snape called him, Ivy's expression looked strange.

But Snape ignored this: "I heard that you have an antique broom from the 19th century? Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch mentioned it more than once in the staff room."

Ivy nodded and made a listening expression.

"Very good, then you are now a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team." Snape did not give Ivy time to react. "You don't have to come here for detention anymore. I have only one request for Quidditch, to beat Gryffindor."

Without waiting for Ivy to answer, Snape kicked him out of the Potions classroom.

(End of this chapter)