Chapter 21
Saturday morning dawned clear but bitterly cold, the chill still clinging tightly to Hogwarts Castle. Aisen, who had risen early, was eating breakfast in the Great Hall when he finally overheard the constant chatter of the young wizards around him — all talking excitedly about the Quidditch match.
Everyone was debating which house would win, would it be Gryffindor or Slytherin. Only then did it dawn on Aisen — oh, right, the Quidditch match was about to begin.
By eleven o'clock, the entire school had gathered in the stands surrounding the Quidditch pitch, and Aisen had also made his way to the very top row.
Looking around, he took in the lively scene. Many students seated on the raised benches had brought binoculars, determined to get a better view of the action.
"Professor Aisen, do you like Quidditch too?" a voice suddenly asked from beside him, Aisen turned his head and saw that Hermione had also climbed up to the top row.
Trailing behind her were Ron, Neville, and the others — and to his surprise, they were carrying a long banner made from a bed-sheet. On it, in bold letters, it read "POTTER WILL WIN," and beneath the words was a crudely drawn Gryffindor lion. The paint had even been enchanted with a simple charm, making the colors shimmer and flash in a rainbow of hues.
Seeing this, the corner of Aisen's mouth twitched involuntarily. 'Tch, typical kids — so childish!' Even so, he answered calmly: "No, I prefer muggle sports, like table tennis or something."
"Eh? muggle sports are boring? anyway what's table tennis" Before Hermione could respond, Ron had already jumped in with the question.
"Oh, I know — it's a Muggle competitive sport. Very popular in the Muggle world," Hermione said, shooting Ron a withering look — whether she was annoyed that he'd interrupted her conversation with Professor Aisen, or simply because he didn't even know what table tennis was, no one could tell.
On the other side of the pitch, Oliver Wood was still giving last-minute instructions to Harry, who was about to take the field, behind him followed the Weasley twins, Angelina Johnson, and the rest of the Gryffindor team.
From a distance, it was easy to see both the Gryffindor and Slytherin players mounting their brooms and soaring into the air, circling and darting above the pitch.
Honestly, the moment the scene unfolded, it immediately captured Aisen's full attention. Although he wasn't particularly interested in Quidditch as a sport, the sight of so many people flying freely through the sky was undeniably enviable.
For a moment, even Hermione and the others had their attention completely drawn away.
"Hello, everyone! Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the Hogwarts season — Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" A very distinctive voice rang out across the pitch, following the flying figures. Yes — it was Lee Jordan on commentary duty.
The stands erupted in cheers from every house. What Aisen found amusing was that the thing Lee Jordan was holding really did look exactly like a microphone.
In that instant, a clever idea flashed through Aisen's mind, he could create a similar magical device, store the scream of a Mandrake inside it, and thereby harness the lethal properties of a Mandrake's cry. Of course, it was just an idea for now — whether it could actually be done would require future experimentation.
Once both teams had descended to the center of the pitch, Lee Jordan's voice rang out again at the perfect moment:
"Players, take your positions! Madam Hooch is about to release the ball!" Clearly, as the instructor, Madam Hooch was officiating the match.
"Now listen — I want a fair, clean game from all of you!" Madam Hooch said sternly as the players gathered around her. After speaking, she deliberately glanced toward the Slytherin side, as if subtly hinting at something. Then she blew her silver whistle.
Gryffindor and Slytherin players shot into the air on their broomsticks. The Bludgers, once released from their restraints, and the Golden Snitch both streaked across the pitch like wild horses set free.
"The Quaffle is taken by Gryffindor Chaser Angelina Johnson — what an outstanding Chaser that girl is, and so stunningly beautiful—" Lee Jordan's commentary came through, but his sudden tangent earned him an immediate reprimand from Professor McGonagall nearby.
"Jordan!"
"Sorry, Professor McGonagall!"
Lee Jordan was a good friend of the Weasley twins, so Aisen had every reason to suspect that his excitable, off-topic style had been heavily influenced by Fred and George.
Right from the start, the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin plunged into fierce intensity.
The first goal came from Gryffindor Chaser Angelina Johnson, earning Gryffindor ten points. But Slytherin refused to back down — they snatched the Quaffle and launched a ferocious counterattack.
"Excuse me — coming through—" A huge figure approached from the side.
"Hagrid!" Hermione and Ron immediately scooted closer to Aisen, making room for Hagrid to squeeze in and sit down.
"Professor Aisen! Harry still hasn't spotted the Snitch, has he?" As he sat, Hagrid gave Aisen a nod, then raised his binoculars toward Harry in the sky.
"Yeah, Harry's just hovering up there doing nothing!" Ron shrugged, clearly not thrilled with Harry's current performance.
"No matter — as long as he stays out of trouble, that's the main thing!" Hagrid reached over and gave Ron a hearty pat on the shoulder, making Ron wince and bare his teeth in pain.
Indeed, in Aisen's opinion, locating the Golden Snitch placed extremely high demands on a Seeker's eyesight. And even once spotted, actually catching it was another challenge entirely.
The Snitch was incredibly fast — normally, only a Seeker flying at full speed on their broom could hope to catch it.
What's more, the Snitch wasn't just fast; its agility was terrifying. While Bludgers were aggressively hostile and would attack wizards, the Snitch was the opposite — it darted and changed direction unpredictably, making it extraordinarily difficult to capture.
Thinking about it, Aisen felt that aside from the flying capabilities of a broomstick, both the Snitch and the Bludgers were actually quite decent options.
"Wait — is that— the Snitch?!" At Lee Jordan's startled exclamation, Harry suddenly dove sharply on his broom.
Sure enough, when everyone focused on Harry, they could see him chasing a streak of golden light. Gryffindor's Seeker had spotted the Golden Snitch and was in hot pursuit.
The moment they saw Harry move, Slytherin's Seeker, Terence Higgs, also noticed it. He immediately joined the chase, following right behind Harry.
Unfortunately, Harry had run into the notorious dirty-tricks department of Slytherin. After being deliberately rammed by Marcus Flint, the Snitch took the opportunity to vanish.
Although Gryffindor was awarded a penalty shot, Harry's mood was understandably sour, but before he could resume his search in the sky, something even more alarming happened — his own broom began bucking wildly.
Harry's broom jerked violently back and forth, left and right, as if trying to throw him off entirely.
"What's wrong with Harry's broom?" Hagrid, who had been watching Harry closely, immediately noticed something was off.
"It's Snape! He's cursing Harry's broom!" Hermione snatched Hagrid's binoculars, swept them across the stands, and spotted Professor Snape's lips moving constantly. She quickly relayed her discovery to Aisen and Ron.
But for Aisen, who already knew the plot, he understood that the person truly cursing Harry's broom was not Snape, but Professor Quirrell standing behind him. Snape's incantations were actually an attempt to counteract the jinx and save Harry.
"Ah?! Then what do we do?" Before Aisen could say anything, Ron — stunned by this revelation — immediately looked worried.
And with good reason: while they were talking, Harry was now clinging desperately to his broom like a koala, tumbling and flipping wildly through the air. The situation looked extremely dangerous.
Aisen frowned slightly, wondering whether he should just tell the two young wizards the truth. After all, for a transmigrator, dropping spoilers was practically second nature.
But before he could make up his mind, Hermione beside him acted decisively.
"I've got an idea!" With that, Hermione gave Aisen and Ron a firm nod, turned, and hurried off without another word.
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