Chapter 208

The corridor was silent.

Sir Cadogan was wandering about, seeking duels, while the monks nearby skillfully avoided him.

With the sound of leather boots crunching on the ground, a tall witch arrived before the portrait, her expression tinged with irritation:

“Perhaps your reputation for honesty and loyalty isn’t always accurate?”

“Don’t rush, madam,”

Sir Cadogan bowed with a tip of his hat, then watched a giant owl fly into the night beyond the window,

“A knight never lies.”

……

Early the next morning, the weather was clear and cold. The dining hall was filled with the enticing aroma of roasted sausages; everyone was eagerly anticipating a thrilling Quidditch match, chatting excitedly without pause.

“Hufflepuff is no threat.”

Michael said enthusiastically.

Then he noticed Jia Jia Siting looking slightly puzzled at the nearby long table.

“Oh, pretend I didn’t say that.”

Michael quickly buried his face in his pudding.

“Are you going to watch the match, En?”

Jia Jia Siting seized the opportunity to ask.

En saw that all eyes in the Hope Hut turned toward him.

They had always acted together, with En being the exception.

En constantly moved between professors; it was said he’d even attended an Alchemy class last week.

Merlin— that’s a sixth-year course.

So everyone always felt something was missing.

“Hmm.”

Surprisingly, En nodded this time.

“That’s great—”

Jia Jia Siting whispered, then another owl delivered a letter, drowning their excitement in the flutter of wings.

Watching everyone passionately discuss the match, En began to understand what Quidditch meant to young wizards.

It was a bond, tying together shared, cherished memories.

The Great Hall soon emptied; nearly all the young wizards had rushed to the Quidditch pitch.

The professors’ seats were also full—Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, and even Hagrid.

En and his group gathered together; Harry and Ron were discussing tactics, saying they’d use this match to analyze the weaknesses of the other two opponents;

Hermione let out a weary sigh, and Harry and Ron suddenly remembered that Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were right here.

Ron slapped his forehead and lowered his head:

“We’re sorry…”

“Sorry for what? Talking in front of them?”

Jia Jia Siting cracked a rare joke.

“Yes—oh no! Not that—”

Ron realized no matter what he said, it sounded wrong.

Whether he answered “yes” or “no,” it came off as offensive.

“Idiot.”

Hermione quietly stepped away from Ron and Harry.

Two overgrown fools with seemingly simple minds.

“En, what do you think—where’s En?”

Jia Jia Siting asked instinctively, only to find En had vanished,

“Oh… well, I think I understand.”

He muttered to himself again.

Meanwhile, in the Ravenclaw locker room.

En thought, watching the match from the pitch is still watching the match, isn’t it?

“I knew you’d come! Penelope Prefect won’t have to devour me alive now—”

Luo Jie immediately grabbed En’s hand and shook it vigorously.

“Luo, you can retire from the Seeker position—let our strongest newcomer take over!”

“I’m happy to—come on, Mr. Green—”

Luo was captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, a seventh-year wizard, and this was his final year competing for Ravenclaw; he dreamed of leaving behind a Seeker prodigy.

In the past, he’d discovered Qi Zhang and Roger Davies, but now, perhaps an even better choice had appeared.

“Gryffindor always brags about having the best team, but fellows, do you know what?

In my heart, you are the best team! Let them know—the eagle must always soar higher than the rest!”

The Ravenclaws erupted in thunderous cheers.

The Quidditch pitch was windless now, the sky a uniform pearl-white—ideal visibility without blinding sunlight.

Lee Jordan was passionately commentating, beside him sat Professor McGonagall:

“We’ve just seen Ravenclaw’s finalized lineup,”

he said, glancing at a parchment,

“The Beaters from last year have left, but Luo seems to have found two promising new Ravenclaws—rumor says they flew exceptionally well as substitutes.

But Luo has stepped down; in his final year, he’s given his chance to newcomers—this is rare—Merlin!”

He suddenly shouted.

“Jordan!”

Professor McGonagall called out.

“Sorry, Professor. Honestly, I never imagined it would be this name.

Oh—let’s see—Ravenclaw’s new Seeker, the first in years to earn flight permission with a perfect score on the flying test, the author of the Green Notes—oh, I think that’s the most important point—anyway, Ravenclaw’s new Seeker is—Mr. Wizard Sean Green!”

“You mean—”

Professor McGonagall instantly stood up.

“Professor.”

Jordan recognized the scene—it felt familiar, as if it had just happened.

Ravenclaw locker room.

The team stood, shouldering their brooms, lined up, and marched out into the dazzling sky.

They were greeted with thunderous applause; En could even hear singing, though drowned beneath cheers and whistles.

“Good heavens! En!”

In the stands, Hermione and Jia Jia Siting were frantically working on a banner.

“Ron, hurry!”

“I’m trying my best!”

Ron had transformed a scarf into a massive banner—this was the limit of his Transfiguration skill.

Three minutes later.

A huge banner, enchanted to change colors, now displayed either En’s oversized face or the words “VICTORY.”

En didn’t particularly like Quidditch, but seeing Hermione, Jia Jia Siting, and others excitedly make the banner and wave at him; seeing Professor McGonagall nod at him with unmistakable joy and pride, even secretly raising her fist—he felt a deeper connection to Hogwarts.

The only unpleasant sight was on the opposite stands: Professor Snape’s gaze was dark and terrifying:

“A stupid sport for overgrown fools… Don’t let me find out who lured a… destined Potions Master—hmm—”

His low aura radiated outward, causing the Slytherins to instinctively step back several meters.

Only Headmaster Dumbledore, blinking his brilliant blue eyes, leaned closer:

“I must say, he reminds me quite a bit of Minerva, doesn’t he…”

Professor Snape shot a sharp glance at Dumbledore; the headmaster, with his long, white beard, chuckled and fell silent.