Quidditch Match Begins

The next morning was very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful matter chatter of everyone looking forward to a Good Quidditch Match.

" You've got to eat some breakfast."

"I don't want anything."

"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry felt nervous for his first match.

By the side, Neville smiled at the warm scene, he had wondered in his previous life if something was wrong with Harry's brain when he said that he saw Hermione as a sister bit now that he saw this scene which cleared all his doubts.

Isn't this a big sister nagging her little brother?

Harry was a good kid who always saw her as a sister he never had.

Just as he was pondering about the plot he heard a Ding which fortunately turned out to be his delusion this time.

He too needed some rest.

The system probably didn't find a tough mission for him.

Even though Voldemort would try to sabotage Harry's broom, Snape would be there to counter him.

There wasn't much to change in this part of the plot. If he changed it then they wouldn't be more suspicious of Snape and the following plot could be changed drastically.

That's right, it definitely wasn't due to his grudge against Snape for taking his points unfairly during Potion classes.

By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes.

Neville along with Ron and Hermione joined Seamus and Dean the West Ham up in the top row. As a suprise for Harry, they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets that Scabbers had ruined. It said Potter for president and Dean, who was good at drawing, had done a large Gryffindor lion underneath. Then Hermione performed a tricky little charm so that the paint flashed different colours.

Neville amazed by the charm asked Hermione to teach him to cast that charm someday. Hermione agreed to the proposal while she was looking away with flushed cheeks that Neville didn't notice in the crowd.

Oliver Wood with the rest of his team walked out to the pitch from the changing room in their scarlet Quidditch robes as the crowd loudly cheered.

Madam Hooch was referring. She stood in the middle of the pitch, waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.

"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said once they were all gathered around her.

Harry noticed that she seemed to be particularly speaking to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a fifth year.

Harry thought that Marcus had some troll blood in him. Out of the corner of his eyes he found a fluttering banner high above over the crowd.

He felt braver as his heart skipped with joy.

"Mount your brooms, please."

Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand.

Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.

Fifteen brooms rose, high in to the air.

The match had begun.