HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

A Quidditch team consists of seven players: three Chasers, whose main task is to throw the fastball into the fifteen tall baskets; two Beaters, who use heavy equipment to knock back the heavy black ball; and a Guardian, whose task is to protect the baskets and the Chaser.

Wood and Flint are both 17 years old now, and they are in their seventh year, which is their final year at Hogwarts.

The two almost simultaneously went into a frenzy, both wanting to win the trophy in the final year.

Wood needs this trophy to unlock his ambitions toward Pudmere United, England’s oldest professional Quidditch club, a team he has long hoped to join.

However, Flint also took this Quidditch match very seriously.

It's not that he has to join a particular team. He is the heir to the family business, and his ultimate goal is to take over the family business. However, after working against Wood for seven years, he still doesn't want Wood to have an easy time in the last year.

"This is our last chance... and my last chance. We absolutely have to get the Quidditch trophy back this time," Wood told Harry and the others, repeating it to them countless times.

"I'm graduating this year, but I've been at Hogwarts for seven years and I've never kissed this trophy."

Meanwhile, Flint...

"Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch Cup in seven years. Of course, we haven't been very lucky either; all sorts of things kept interrupting us in the past two years, which was really annoying."

Flint's eyes gleamed with a fervent, age-old light.

"This year, we remain the most popular team, and we've received an epic buff. Draco Malfoy will still be our hunter! We're not going to let Gryffindor have an easy time!"

Both teams were determined to win, and they trained every Wednesday evening.

Although the weather suddenly became damp and the night was dark, neither the sand, strong winds, nor torrential rain could deter their will to win.

Draco and Harry have been training like crazy for over a month, and neither of them dares to stop first.

Then a piece of news topped the Hogwarts forums' trending list: third-year students and above can go to Hogsmeade at the end of this month!

This made all the wizards incredibly excited. Who wouldn't want to rush off to a date with the person they like?

Draco's nerves, which had been taut for a month, finally had a moment to relax as he found Landric in the library.

"Brother, did you know? We're going to Hogsmeade at the end of this month! I... want you to come with me."

After a month, Landric's mindset had changed considerably, and he became much gentler towards Draco.

"Okay, get ready. Remember to write to Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius in advance."

Draco was overjoyed and said, "Okay, okay, brother, you don't need to worry about that. I've already written this kind of thing, and the consent form from Mom and Dad is on its way."

Landric slowly turned a page of his book, teasing Draco, "You're quick on the uptake, weren't you? Did you already plan this all along, that I'd agree?"

Draco nodded matter-of-factly and said, "Of course, brother. You've neglected me for a long time. Even if it's just to make up for it, you'll definitely grant me this request."

Listening to Draco's confident tone, Landric always felt that he was hiding a sense of caution.

"Who else is there besides me? If there's anyone else, I'm not going. I don't want to have to consider other people's feelings when I'm playing with you."

Draco's face lit up with joy. "Of course, brother. You're the only one at Hogwarts who deserves my personal invitation."

Landric's slightly jealous yet affectionate tone made Draco happy for a long time, to the point that he was smug whenever he encountered Harry on the training ground.

"Bott! Stop right there! You can't go to Hogsmeade, can you? I remember you don't have parents, so no one will sign a consent form for you~ Hahahaha..."

Draco's arrogant and boastful tone was like a knife piercing Harry's heart.

Harry held back for a long time, and finally suppressed the urge to kill Draco.

We can't touch him. If we hurt Draco, Landric will be in big trouble too.

Don't cause him any trouble...

Harry left the training ground and returned to the Gryffindor common room, where he threw himself into a chair, the Quidditch fun fading away like the tide.

Hermione seemed to be able to read his mind.

"What? You want to go to Hogsmeade?"

Harry sullenly replied, "Hmm."

"I advise you to stay put. Black hasn't been caught yet, and you are very likely his target. Your personal safety is guaranteed at Hogwarts, but it's not certain once you go to Hogsmeade."

But sometimes, the more others forbid someone from doing something, the more rebellious they become.

"Why should Malfoy be allowed to go?!" He slammed his fist on the table.

Hermione glanced at him lightly, and a spell healed the wounds Harry had caused by pounding the table.

"Because Malfoy's safety is guaranteed, and besides, Black has no reason to harm Draco."

"But... everyone else from the third grade went, and I was the only one left..."

Hermione felt genuinely helpless; it seemed Harry hadn't listened to a word of her analysis.

"I'll say it again: if you had grown up in the wizarding world, with the Potter family having an heir, they wouldn't have declined so quickly. You might not be as good as Malfoy, but you would certainly be a young master of noble birth..."

Harry's thoughts continued along Hermione's unfinished words, and the more he thought about it, the more resentful he became of Dumbledore.

Even if he was stupid at this point, after two years of Hermione's training, he would have realized that Hermione was saying those words to him on purpose.

But isn't what Hermione said true? Where did that prophecy come from? How did it reach Voldemort? His parents, who lived in Dumbledore's lair, were killed? And how did he, an infant, survive Voldemort's curse and even manage to kill him?