Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Harry's perpetually messy and uncut hair, Snape's innate sense of how to process potion ingredients, and his natural Animagus—all sorts of strange abilities could be innate.

Jimmy was exasperated by Draco's procrastination. "Alright, I'll go gather some information and help you overcome this difficulty."

After parting ways with Draco, I returned to my dormitory from the Black Lake in the early morning.

When Harry finished washing up and went outside, both Harry and Ron were already awake, and they were sitting on their respective beds chatting.

"You guys actually got up so early today?" Jimmy said in surprise.

It's only six in the morning. On a normal day, the two of them wouldn't wake up before eight.

Harry's face was full of worry. Hearing this, he sighed and said, "I have a match tomorrow, and I'm a little... nervous."

"You're the youngest Seeker at Hogwarts, you'll definitely beat Slytherin!" Ron cheered him on from the sidelines. "I've watched you train, and I dare say Slytherin's Seekers don't fly as well as you!"

Harry was nervous because he was going to play against Slytherins the next day. "If I fall off the broom tomorrow, Malfoy will definitely come and laugh at me."

"Okay, I'm going to have breakfast now."

Because he wasn't interested in Quidditch, Jimmy couldn't understand the two's troubles; he found studying and making money much more interesting.

It's Friday, and Hermione noticed Harry's nervousness during breakfast, so she lent him a copy of "Quidditch in Wonderland" hoping it would ease his mind.

Jimmy had a premonition when he saw the book.

Sure enough, during dinner in the Great Hall that evening, Harry said dejectedly, "Snape took the book that Hermione lent me."

"It's okay, those are library books, I'll get them back later." Hermione didn't take it to heart.

But after dinner, Harry still went to Snape to ask for the return of "Quidditch Magic," and in Snape's office, he saw the bloody wound on Snape's leg...

Jimmy heard about this from him while looking at some materials in the dormitory. Ron, Neville, and Harry had a heated discussion about it, focusing on how Snape was bitten by Cerberus.

Harry was convinced that Snape was bitten by Cerberus because Snape didn't seem like a good person and had a dark past as a Death Eater.

The story of a bad guy being exonerated is a rare occurrence that could never happen to them.

Their discussion didn't affect Jimmy's studies. It was November, and he wanted to perfect his first created spell, the Memory Charm. The papers he was reading recently were for improving the Memory Charm.

The rewards from creating and improving spells were also substantial; the double benefits of money and level increases kept him engrossed in studying magic.

Occasionally, he would think about some creative ideas and inspirations for card games. After Hermione agreed to join the game development team, along with Harry and Ron, he no longer needed to rack his brains to figure out how to formulate battle rules and card effects.

Once Harry finishes his first Quidditch match, the production of the card game will officially begin.

The next day, Saturday.

Harry was listless after waking up, and the tension of the upcoming match made him lose his appetite.

Hermione, Ron, and Seamus all tried to persuade Harry to eat something, but Harry just shook his head.

Hermione patted Jimmy on the back. "Jimmy, quickly persuade Harry! He might faint from low blood sugar if he goes on stage without eating!"

Harry was still poking at the bacon with his fork, the once delicious food now holding no appeal for him. "Hermione, never mind, I'm not hungry..."

Hermione didn't answer, but looked at Jimmy, thinking that Jimmy should be able to persuade Harry.

"Well, what can I do? Harry's my best buddy!" Jimmy said, wiping the grease from his mouth with a napkin in response to the little witch's expectant look.

He looked at Harry, and Harry looked at him too.

"If hunger affects your performance and you lose the match, I think Malfoy will definitely put up a huge banner to publicize your story, probably with the whole process of you falling off the broom. Professor Snape might even mention it in class..."

"Stop talking! I'll eat it!"

Harry, who was almost scared to death, changed his sickly appearance, grabbed food and stuffed it into his mouth, forcing himself to swallow it.

Although she did achieve her goal, Hermione was very dissatisfied with the process, saying, "That was a threat, not persuasion."

Jimmy raised his glass of milk and sipped it elegantly. "But it works, doesn't it, Ron?"

Ron, who had looked conflicted, was relieved. "At least the result isn't bad."

Around 10 o'clock, George and Fred came over and took Harry away so they could change into their Quidditch uniforms and get ready to play.

“Let’s go, we should head to the court too,” Hermione said, standing up as well.

Ron and Seamus stood up together. "You guys go ahead, Seamus and I need to go back to the dorm."

Jimmy handed the documents and books to Ron and said, "Please take these back for me and put them on my bed."

"no problem."

After Ron and the other man left, Jimmy and Hermione headed to the Quidditch pitch together.

The cold wind outside the castle was like a steel knife scraping bone, making Jimmy shiver.

Hermione, who was standing nearby, took a glass jar out of her pocket and handed it to Jimmy. "Here, this is magic I found in an old book."

Blue flames danced inside the jam jar, bright and warm. The temperature of the jam jar was like that of a sun-dried quilt, the warm feeling spreading from my hands to every part of my body.

Jimmy took it and couldn't put it down. He hugged it to his chest and felt warm all over. "It's so warm. Can you teach me this magic?"

Having been studying the Memory Charm, he knew little about other types of magic besides the standard spells. He found this spell very useful; the heat from holding it in his hand was conducted to all parts of his body, and his body, which had been somewhat stiff from the cold, was no longer as uncomfortable as it had been at the beginning.

If it weren't for this can of fire, and if the weather were any colder, he planned to turn his bed sheets into down jackets and wear them under his robes every day.

Hearing Jimmy ask for advice made Hermione so happy that her chin practically popped out. Jimmy had never asked her for any questions before.

Hermione took out her wand and demonstrated it on the spot, "No problem, this is Bluebell Flame, it's very simple."

Chapter 52 Quidditch Match

The Bluebell Flame spell was indeed not difficult to learn. Jimmy learned the spell when he was still fifty meters away from the Quidditch pitch, which made Hermione very happy.

The Quidditch stadium is a huge oval-shaped circular building, much like the ancient Roman Colosseum. The two of them arrived relatively late.

When they arrived, almost all the wizards around were Quidditch enthusiasts.

The two of them walked up the wooden staircase with the other students, their ears filled with the young wizards' loud discussions and analyses of the outcome of the battle. When they reached the top of the stands, their voices became even clearer.

At a glance, all you could see were the little wizards' flushed faces, perhaps from the cold November wind, or perhaps from being too excited.

“Our spot is over there.” Hermione tugged at Jimmy’s sleeve and pulled him to the back, where his classmates were.

Jimmy staggered a few steps, but still followed behind, clutching the jar of jam, looking rather uninterested.

The rules of Quidditch are too strange, and the competition isn't as intense as in computer games, so he wasn't very interested; he was just there to support Harry.

After finding an empty seat, Jimmy was greeted by several young wizards around him, including Dean Thomas, Neville, Parvati, and Lavender...

Jimmy responded to each of them, and his reputation and popularity at Hogwarts had been initially established, especially after receiving the school's special contribution award, which would be very helpful for future sales of the card game.

Ten minutes later, Ron and Seamus returned, each carrying an old bed sheet with the words "Potter will win!" written on it.

The sheet was finished last night in Dean Thomas's dorm room. Dean even drew a lion on it; they wanted to surprise Harry.

Hermione turned around and saw the sheet. Feeling something was missing, she took out her wand and cast a spell on the sheet. The paint on it immediately began to flow and shimmer with colorful light.

"cool!"

Seamus praised Hermione's magic, making the little witch squint her eyes with delight.

As the start time approached, Mrs. Hodge changed into her referee's uniform and stood in the center of the field, dropping the box containing the Quidditch balls onto the ground.

On a high platform, the black commentator, Li Jordan, announced in a rap-like rhythm: "Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season! Today's match is between Slytherin and Gryffindor!"

"Thank goodness, I made it in time! Excuse me, excuse me!"

A huge figure squeezed into the Gryffindor stands, and Jimmy and Hermione quickly made way so Hagrid could stretch his legs into the seats behind him.

Hagrid was still wearing his mole-skin coat, with a large telescope around his neck, and was greeting the young wizards he knew.

"Oh, how are you, Jimmy?"

Jimmy responded, "Great. How's the Rockets doing with you, Hagrid?"

Speaking of the rocket, Hagrid looked a little embarrassed. "I fed it a lot of vegetables, but it didn't lose much weight. I think it must have gone out to steal some at night."

"It doesn't matter……"

"Oh, look, Harry's out!"

The conversation was interrupted by players from both Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Jimmy joined the others in clapping and cheering.

Mrs. Hodge serves, the game begins, players fly quickly across the court, taking turns attacking, vying for the Quaffle, and using their bats to hit the stray ball...

At first, Jimmy was somewhat interested, but his eyelids soon began to droop. The jar of jam in his arms was warm and cozy, and the enthusiastic atmosphere of the little wizards around him raised the temperature, creating an excellent environment for sleeping.

He suddenly felt very sleepy, and soon leaned back softly, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in no time.

Quidditch isn't really anything to watch; you can't see anything clearly without binoculars. Although it might be a bit impolite to say that, Jimmy thinks the flight paths of a group of people look a lot like flies.

Sleeping wrapped in a quilt on a warm winter's day is the most comfortable thing, and Hermione's blue bellflowers replaced the quilt, allowing Jimmy to sleep soundly.

"Jimmy... Jimmy... Jimmy!"

Jimmy was jolted awake by a jolt of shaking. He half-opened his eyes and clapped weakly, making a feeble cheer, "Woo...woo...good job."

The game wasn't over yet, but the stadium was filled with gasps of surprise, and everyone was looking in one direction.

Hermione, who was shaking Jimmy awake, was both annoyed and amused by his half-asleep state. She ignored him and turned to grab Hagrid's binoculars to search for something.

In Harry's opinion, the smartest person in first-year Gryffindor is Jimmy, and the second is Hermione.

Jimmy is often busy with things he doesn't understand, so he usually discusses the Gringotts vault robbery and Cerberus with Hermione, not Jimmy.

This caused Hermione to become suspicious of Professor Snape, whom she already disliked, and she immediately grabbed the binoculars and began searching for Snape.

"Huh? What happened?" Jimmy finally woke up, still half asleep. He saw Harry fighting with his broom in mid-air and remembered this scene from the original book.

Hermione exclaimed, "I knew it! It was Snape!"

Ron, Neville, and Seamus, who had just run up from above, overheard Hermione's words and came over to her side, wanting to confirm with their binoculars.

"Let me see too!"

The telescope was moved to Ron's hands, and he looked in the direction Hermione was pointing, and saw Snape chanting a spell. "Oh no, Snape is going to kill Harry! What should we do?"

"Watch me!" Hermione was so anxious that she lost her composure and turned around to burn Snape's long runway.

Fortunately, Jimmy reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist. His face turned serious as he said, "I'll go. You guys stay here."

Without waiting for Hermione and the others to reply, he resolutely turned around and rushed down from the stands like a gust of wind.

How could we let Hermione do something so dangerous!