Chapter 239

Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop is really a good place.

John thought to himself afterward...

The Hogsmeade week ended just like that.

The weekends for the next few weeks were all days of Quidditch matches.

So the arrangements for the spell training gathering were temporarily shelved.

Whether it was Harry or others, they were all preparing for the Quidditch match.

Ryan was the same, because he had already received an official notice that he would replace Qiu Zhang as the Seeker for this Quidditch match.

It was both an opportunity for a newcomer to play and Qiu Zhang's own request.

She said the academic pressure was high, and it was just right to catch her breath.

Ryan seemed full of confidence about this, so he didn't pay much attention to this aspect.

It's better to contact his dear Mom and Dad to consolidate their relationship and stabilize his real estate.

Evening.

Snape's workshop.

"Professor, can you brew Felix Felicis?"

Harry didn't have to practice Occlumency today, so at this moment, it was just John and Professor Snape in the workshop.

John was preparing potion ingredients for Professor Snape while asking curiously.

Professor Snape didn't react, just spat out a word flatly.

"Yes."

John naturally wasn't surprised by this, so he continued to ask.

"I read in books that the brewing of Felix Felicis is very difficult, requiring precise control of heat, time, and stirring direction; a slight mistake and all previous efforts are wasted."

"But Professor, you say, can we step on our right foot with our left foot, drink a sip of Felix Felicis first, and then take advantage of the medicine's effect to brew a whole pot of Felix Felicis in one go?"

Hearing John's nonsensical words, Professor Snape finally reacted.

The silver spoon in his hand slowly stopped at the edge of the cauldron, a drop of dark green liquid medicine hanging without falling.

Then he turned his face, his obsidian-like eyes reflecting cold light in the candlelight.

"First of all, the brewing of Felix Felicis is not something that can be achieved overnight."

"Secondly, if you want to rely on Felix Felicis to take shortcuts, then pack your things and get home as soon as possible."

"A true Potion Master never relies on luck."

It seemed he was truly worried that John would go down this crooked path, so Professor Snape rarely said a few more words.

"You remember this for me; potions are the art of rationality, and every step requires awe and focus."

"If you really want to learn Felix Felicis, stay for two hours every day after dinner starting next week—starting from grinding moonstone."

John blinked; he didn't expect a casual joke to blow up such a big situation for Professor Snape.

"Uh... actually I..."

John was thinking of saying that he actually didn't want to learn Felix Felicis, because he didn't look up to that thing himself.

But before the words came out, Professor Snape seemed to know what he wanted to say.

He stared at him coldly, as if as long as he dared to say no, he could stuff his head into the pot.

John's Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed the second half of his sentence hard.

"... Actually, I've long wanted to learn this from you, Professor, hahaha...."

After saying this, John regretted it.

No!

My two hours after dinner are gone just like that!

Professor Snape snorted coldly, didn't say anything more, and continued to brew the potion.

Soon it was the weekend again.

Today is the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

After a year.

Finally welcoming the Quidditch event again.

Everyone was looking forward to it, and almost all the teachers and students in the school went to watch the match.

Even though snow was drifting over the Quidditch pitch, it couldn't dampen everyone's enthusiasm.

The stands were bustling with noise and excitement, and colorful flags were fluttering.

Early in the morning, John followed Titus and the others to the stands to occupy seats.

At this time, Hermione also came to John's side.

She was wearing a thick cloak and the scarf John gave her last time, looking like a fluffy snowy owl that had just come out of its nest.

"Hmm? Why did you run over here?"

Seeing Hermione, John asked curiously.

"Why, can't I come to your side?"

Hermione pulled the scarf up, revealing only a pair of bright eyes, and said.

Originally she was on the Gryffindor side; John didn't go find her because he saw it was full of people.

As a result, he didn't expect her to run over herself.

John smiled and naturally hugged Hermione, just like holding a large doll—soft, warm, and carrying a faint scent mixed with mint and old book pages.

Hermione also leaned against John very sensibly.

After the date at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, the two wouldn't deliberately keep their distance in public, and their closeness to each other became more and more natural.

The match started soon.

Both teams soared into the air from both ends of the pitch and stopped in their respective positions.

"Hmm? Why did your team's Keeper become Senior Ron?"

At this time, John noticed that the Keeper position for Gryffindor was exactly his old acquaintance Ron.

"Well, because Senior Wood graduated, a vacancy appeared in Gryffindor's Keeper position."

"Then Ron went to sign up for the selection, and I didn't expect him to be selected."

Hermione had known about this for a long time, so she wasn't surprised.

She hadn't mentioned it to John before, just because she didn't care.

Because neither of them were Quidditch fanatics, let alone Quidditch players.

The only one related to John was Ryan, who was also the Seeker for Eagle House and didn't need to face off against the Keeper.

"Weasley is our King!"

A neat and uniform shout suddenly erupted from the Slytherin stands.

The object of the shout was Ron.

Seeing this scene, John was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Is Senior a hidden master who has subdued the Snake House?"

"No... they are simply pressuring and mocking Ron..."

Hermione looked at those people in the Snake House and said with some disdain.

"Because Ron's mentality is too easily influenced, they are deliberately stimulating him with sarcasm."

"They only know how to play some boring tricks."

John looked at Ron on the pitch; his expression had become incomparably pale, and it felt like he couldn't even hold the broom steady.

"But their tricks seem quite effective..."

John said speechlessly.

"What can be done, he can only rely on himself to stabilize his mentality."

Hermione sighed helplessly.

As Madam Hooch blew the whistle for the match, the match officially began.

The cheers on the pitch surged like a tide again.

The players from both sides galloped out like arrows from a bow, leaving only the Seekers hovering in place, waiting for the appearance of the Golden Snitch.

Before catching the Golden Snitch, the main event of the match was the contest between the Keeper and the Chasers.

After Ron blocked the first ball in Slytherin's attack, the second ball slipped from his hand, and Slytherin scored a point.

After losing the ball, Slytherin's mockery became even more intense.

Ron's operation clearly became distorted, and he lost three more balls in a row.

And Gryffindor had only scored one goal so far, while the others were all steadily blocked by Slytherin's Keeper.

The situation was increasingly tilting toward Slytherin.

The shout of "Weasley is our King" on the stands had turned into harsh laughter.

Ron's breathing became rapid, cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and it felt like he was about to be crushed by the pressure.

Just as the situation was collapsing further, the Golden Snitch appeared.

Harry rode his Firebolt like a silver lightning bolt splitting the airflow, rushing straight toward the Snitch.

After a thrilling chase, he suddenly grabbed the Snitch.

The match came to an abrupt end, and Gryffindor won with a score of 160:40.

Another classic case of winning by reversal relying on the Seeker.