After November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were gray, covered with ice and snow, and the lake was as cold and hard as tempered steel. Every morning, there was frost on the ground. From the window upstairs, Hagrid was seen, wrapped in a long mole-skin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves, and huge beaver fur boots, defrost the flying broom on the Quidditch Stadium.

Although the weather is severe, this does not affect the high interest of our protagonist Silver. Since Silver saved Hermione's life under the hands of the monster, the two have become very good friends. I wonder if it is an illusion, Silver feels that Padma has become much gentler to him. Perhaps this is the pressure brought by competition? Of course we have no way to know. Unlike other colleges, Ravenclaw's public lounge does not prohibit students from entering other colleges - as long as you can answer the question of the eagle-shaped bronze door knocker. Ravenclaw College welcomes wizards with wisdom and knowledge. It is obvious that Miss Hermione Grant, who is the first in the grade and loved by all teachers, belongs to this list. So, when we see that Silver is extremely happy in Ravenclaw's public lounge, we don't have to make a fuss.

"Jack, will you go to watch tomorrow's Quidditch game? Gryffindor vs. Slytherin." Hermione sat in front of the warm oven and asked Silver who was copying the big copy. "Of course I'm going. The Quidditch game between the old enemy academy must be very popular. Maybe there will be various fights on the field outside the court. You must get together with this kind of excitement." Silver stretched and put away the dense parchment paper. It seemed that he had finished copying.

"By the way, Hermione, as far as I know, you don't like Quidditch very much, why do you think of asking me this?" Hermione said angrily: "I don't want to go either, but this is related to the honor of the college. If you don't go, it's not very good, but I really don't want to be with those two bastards. Ron, that guy, enthusiastically invited me to watch Harry's game with him, saying that he would bring me professional Quidditch comments." Hermione looked gritting her teeth, and obviously she was angry at Harry and Ron's two people locking the door of the women's bathroom.

"Hahahahahahaha." Silver laughed unscrupulously, "Hermione, you can sit here with Parvati tomorrow. Gryffindor and Slytherin are old enemies. According to statistics, every time Gryffindor and Slytherin play Quidditch, there will be some physical conflicts between players and off-field spectators. I am worried that Gryffindor will fight with Slytherin tomorrow, which is too dangerous." Hermione nodded with consent. Padma on the other side interrupted: "Hermione, in fact, I still don't understand why you and my sister were not assigned to Ravenclaw. I always think Ravenclaw is more suitable for you." Silver said in an unfathomable tone: "The system hat respects the choices deep in people's hearts."

The next morning, the weather was clear and cold. The restaurant was filled with the tempting smell of grilled sausages, and everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch match and chatted happily.

"Hey, you guys say, who will win this time Gryffindor and Slytherin?" Terry Butt said with an excited look on his face.

"I don't know who will win, but I'm sure the two teams will play very hot." Silver looked indifferent and smeared the sausage in his hand with thick tomato sauce.

At eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school came to the stands around Quidditch Stadium. Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were simply raised to mid-air, but sometimes it was still difficult to see the game clearly.

Silver, Hermione and Pettier sisters sat in the last row together, diagonally opposite them were Gryffindor's camp, Ron, Neville, Seamo and Siham fan Dean waved the sheets with "Potter's must-win" while waving. "Oh, sometimes I really hope those people are a little more wizard-like. Wouldn't they cast some necessary spells on the sheets? The rat feces and inferior pigments on the sheets are so ugly." Hermione expressed her thoughts, and Silver couldn't help but sigh at the woman's ability to hold revenge.

As Mrs. Huo Qi whistled, fifteen flying brooms rose up and rose high into the sky - the competition began.

"The Ghost Flying Ball was immediately grabbed by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what a great chaser that girl is, and she looks charming-"

"Jordan!"

"Sorry, professor."

Lee Jordan is a friend of Weasley's twin brothers. He is under close monitoring by Professor McGonagall and serves as the commentator of the game.

"She was running all the way up there, a beautiful pass to Alia Spinette, who was a talented person who Oliver Wood had discovered, and was just a substitute last year - the ball was passed to Johnson again, and then - oh, Slytherin snatched the ghost flying ball, Slytherin captain Marcus Flint got the ghost flying ball, and ran away - Flint flew like an eagle on it - he was going to score - no, Gryffindor goalkeeper Wood had a beautiful move, broke the ball, and now it was Gryffindor's catcher Katie Bell, who rushed over the field, rushed around Flint with a nimble move, and now Gryffindor's goalkeeper Katie Bell, who rushed over the field, rushing around Flint with a nimble move.

Go - Ouch - that must have hurt, being hit on the back of the head by a roaming ball - the Ghost Flying ball was stolen by Slytherin - that was Drianpse rushed towards the goal post quickly, but he was knocked down by another roaming ball - the roaming ball was pushed aside by Fred or George Weasley, and the two twins were really hard to tell - the Gryffindor batsman was so beautifully done, Johnson took back the Ghost Flying ball, there was no resistance in front, she ran desperately - it was like flying - dodging a roaming ball - the goal post was right in front - come on, okay, Angelina - goalkeeper Bletch swooped over - missed - Gryffindor scored!"

The cheers of the Gryffindors echoed in the cold sky, mixed with the roars and moans of the Slytherins.

Soon Slytherin took a counterattack, and they took various foul actions. Gryffindor's pursuit players suffered a great loss, and Harry was almost knocked down on the flying broom.

"Oh, it's so scary," said Hermione.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin are always like this, Hermione, you have to get used to it." Parvati had a "very normal" expression on his face. "When they met, they always wanted to knock the other party down first, and they were usually calm and nothing else." "Sister, you and Hermione are both Gryffindor students, don't speak in such an indifferent tone." Padma wiped his hands against the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead.

"Oh, look at this." Silver pointed his hand at the field, "It seems something is wrong."

On the field, Harry's broom began to roll and roll, and Harry could only barely support him and couldn't fall off. Suddenly, the broom swung another crazy twist, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grabbed the broom handle with only one hand and hung it in the air.

"This broom was disturbed by black magic," Silver said. "How could this happen? Could it be that the students of Slytherin do it?" Hermione asked. "It shouldn't be. The black magic that can affect a flying broom is not something that ordinary students can use." Silver said affirmatively.

"Look, Snape seems to be chanting a mantra to Harry." Padma scanned the audience with a telescope. "Qilo seems to be chanting a mantra to Harry." Parvati also found a suspect.

The broomstick was too shocking, and Harry could not have been hanging for a long time. The audience all stood up and watched in horror. The Weasley twins flew up and tried to pull Harry safely on one of their brooms, but not - whenever they approached him, the broomstick jumped higher. So they fell down a few and circled under him, obviously trying to catch him when he fell. Marcus Flynn grabbed the ghost flying ball and shot five times, but no one paid attention to him.

"I think I must take some action, otherwise the boy who survived the disaster would die in the Quidditch field - it would be too tragic." Silver stood up, "Wait for me a while, I'll be back soon." Silver walked through the crowd and fired a fire at Qilu and Snape each ignited their robes. Although Silver, as a time traveler, knew that this was the trick of Qilu, in order to retaliate against Snape's deduction of Ravenclaw's students in the potion class, Silver decided to treat them equally, and the two professors accepted the same treatment of burning the robes. It was probably because the two were too serious. After 30 seconds, they found something was wrong and began to extinguish the flames on their bodies in a hurry.

Silver returned to victory—at this time Harry was suddenly able to climb back to the broomstick, Harry swiftly dived towards the ground, and people saw him covering his mouth with his hands as if he was about to vomit—he fell on the ground with his feet—coughing—a golden thing fell into his palm.

"I caught the thief!" Harry shouted, swinging the ball high above his head, and the game ended in chaos. "He didn't catch the thief, he almost swallowed it." Twenty minutes later, Flint was still yelling indignantly, but it didn't work at all - Harry didn't violate any rules, Lee.

Jordan was still shouting the result of the game with joy - Gryffindor won 170 to 60. Only the sisters Hermione and Pettier knew that it was Silver who saved Harry and the game.
Chapter completed!