From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 59: Stadium Stands
"Here! Ivy! Come and sit here!" In the crowded stands of the Quidditch stadium, Malfoy was leading his two friends to clear the way for Ivy.

Today is Saturday, the last weekend before the Christmas holiday. Although people are still in the stands, the little wizards' hearts have already flown away.

There were restless crowds everywhere, making the atmosphere in the stadium lively and bustling.

This was Ivy's first time watching a Quidditch match. The last time Slytherin played Gryffindor, he ran into the Forbidden Forest to do some sneaky tricks and missed the game.

However, he still paid a proper attention to the progress of the game. After all, everyone saw Harry's heroic performance as the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts' 100 years. It was a hot topic during that period. Ivy had no choice but to know.

But he was most proud of the anti-curse magic he cast on Harry's Nimbus 2000. It seemed that Voldemort and Quirrell were really powerless, and they couldn't even break through the magic he casually cast. Otherwise, everyone should be discussing Harry's crazy broom instead of how he swallowed the Golden Snitch under the interference of Troll No. .

As for the possibility that Quirrell hadn't done anything bad to Nimbus 2000? How could a fool who thought he was smart miss the opportunity to show off his cleverness in front of his master? Ivy was % sure that Quirrell had done something to Harry.

"With your training, the strength of our Slytherin Quidditch team will definitely rise to a higher level!" Malfoy pulled Ivy to sit down, and the two guys who might block their view were very considerate and sat a row back.

"I thought they wouldn't let first-years join the Quidditch team, otherwise even if I begged my dad, he would find a way to get me in to play Quidditch." The excitement on Malfoy's face was beyond words, because he knew that Slytherin would soon win a big victory.

"You know what, Ivy?" Malfoy suddenly lowered his voice, revealing a hint of mystery. "My father has some business dealings with the Nimbus Company. It is said that they will launch a broom that will surpass the Nimbus 2000 in all aspects next year! Maybe they already have a prototype product now, and maybe we can play with a ready-made one in the manor!"

Ever since Ivy accepted Malfoy's Christmas invitation, he always looked very excited. Whenever he had time, he would run to Ivy and imagine playing in Malfoy Manor.

But most of the time he was still the arrogant young master of the Malfoy family, but he always had a bit of a bully attitude. Even when facing the big sister of the first-year snakes, Cassandra, he always spoke with his nose up, and he talked about Ivy every other sentence, as if he wanted to tell the whole world that Ivy was going to visit Malfoy Manor.

"Nimbus Company?" Ivy finally became interested. "Mr. Lucius really has a wide range of friends."

Malfoy felt proud after finally getting a response. When he was about to say something to praise his father, the person sitting in the row in front of Ivy and Malfoy suddenly turned around, revealing a familiar face - Snape.

"I thought you would be waiting to play in the player's lounge, Mr. Doom?" Professor Snape still refused to give up his damn elegance. The smile on Malfoy's face immediately faded, and he turned into a kid waiting to be criticized. Judging from his proficiency, this was probably not the first time he had a similar conversation with Professor Snape.

"Don't worry, professor. You will witness their transformation soon. Besides, the opponents are just a group of Ravenclaws. I don't need to take action." Ivy would not be scared by Snape's dark face, because he knew that this man was a pure love warrior and was not as vicious and aggressive as he looked.

"Ha! It seems that we Slytherin finally have a Quidditch genius. I'm afraid I have to remind you - you've never flown on a broomstick on the field before, have you?" Snape's expression did not get any better. Instead, he squinted his eyes and praised Ivy's talent in a sarcastic tone. "Don't worry, professor, I fly much better than you think!" Ivy said briskly, "I promise to appear in the second match with Gryffindor and defeat Harry myself, okay?"

"I don't care how Potter fails, but you have to remember that the glory of Slytherin is the most important." Snape turned his head away after saying that, but Ivy swore that he definitely saw a satisfied expression on Snape's face.

Malfoy, who witnessed the whole process, silently said "Cool!". He had never seen any student dare to talk to the head of Slytherin like this, but when he thought it was Ivy, he suddenly felt it made more sense.

"Madame Hooch blew the whistle and the game began!"

The commentator for this game was again the Weasley twins' friend, the fearless and aggressive Lee Jordan. Professor McGonagall was always by his side, watching over him to prevent him from being beaten up by dissatisfied Slytherin students after the game for being too biased.

"Okay - now let's see how the first ball is handled - Oops! The Slytherin Chaser has grabbed the Quaffle! I have to admit they are ridiculously large compared to the Ravenclaws, but I'm sure they'll be just as clumsy -"

"Watch your words, Mr. Jordan!" Professor McGonagall warned.

"What I mean is that the Slytherin players may not be as agile as them - the ball went in! There was no fancy moves, just accelerating and crashing into the goal post. It didn't look like there was much technical skill involved. If I were the captain of Ravenclaw, I might give the goalkeeper some individual training after the game."

Lee Jordan's speech caused dissatisfaction in the Ravenclaw stands. For a while, there were boos everywhere, and some people even raised their middle fingers.

However, Lee Jordan, who has a big heart, obviously didn't care too much and continued to commentate on the game: "Ravenclaw kicked off, and the three chasers cooperated closely, passing the Quaffle back and forth between them. I dare say that the Slytherin chasers must have been dizzy - Flint launched a charge, will he succeed? Oh my God! He actually grabbed the ball? How is this possible?"

"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.

"I see, Professor - wait, is that the Snitch? It looks like the Ravenclaw Seeker might end the match early - because he's so close. Slytherin Seeker Higgs has noticed this too, and is rushing over on his broom! It looks like we could be witnessing a fight between Seekers - hey! That's a foul!"

Troll No. 7 perfectly executed Ivy's tactics. When the team had the upper hand, there was no need to rush to catch the Golden Snitch. He used appropriate fouls to create opportunities for the team to widen the score gap. Only after the victory was completely established did he think about ending the game.

(End of this chapter)