Looking at Ron's guilty expression, Luke was certain that Tom had told him about the diary.
Luke could already imagine what Tom said to entice Ron.
Is it that you want to be as strong as Luke? All his spells are taught by me!
Thinking of this, Luke couldn't help but laugh.
Now that the diary's whereabouts were known, it was just a matter of waiting for Tom to control Ron and wake up the Basilisk.
"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked, her face close to Luke's, looking suspicious.
"I'm thinking about you," Luke said, stroking her curls.
"You're definitely not thinking about me, always lying," Hermione said, feeling the warmth from his touch. She rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. Even if he was lying, his words always made her happy.
Quidditch matches were scheduled for the end of the term, but the four house teams had been training hard since the beginning of the school year, hoping to win the championship.
Wood was relentless, having Harry and the others train four days a week. Luckily, Fred and George had the excuse of opening their shop, allowing them to skip a few practices.
Recently, cards had become increasingly popular. Luke could see wizards dueling with cards in the corridors and on the rooftops of the academy.
Even Malfoy seemed to have forgotten about his rivalry with Harry, getting caught up in the game.
As the temperature rose, the weather became clearer, signaling the arrival of warmer days.
"Are you really not participating?" the buck-toothed Slytherin Quidditch captain, Flint, asked in confusion.
Since the last time he worked with Luke, Flint couldn't help but appreciate Luke's tricky and straightforward style.
"No," Luke shook his head and replied.
He had no interest in participating in the Quidditch match. He'd rather spend that time playing cards with Hermione.
"Okay! Let's go," Flint glanced at Hermione, who was following Luke, and sighed helplessly. Where's the fun in Quidditch when compared to being with a girl?
Malfoy hesitated for a moment before leaving, casting a puzzled glance at Luke, which left him baffled. When did Malfoy become so mysterious?
"Come on, let's go see Wood and their training," Luke said.
"Wait, aren't they training at the Quidditch field?" Hermione asked suddenly.
Luke turned to look in the direction where Malfoy and the others had gone. It was indeed the way to the Quidditch field. Were they going to see a good show?
"Let's go, or we'll miss the action!" Luke hurriedly dragged Hermione along.
Slytherin had been winning consecutive championships, and the animosity between them and Gryffindor's team was palpable. With Flint's character, Wood would definitely be forced to leave the field. And Wood wasn't someone to be easily bullied.
Now, with both sides wanting to train, a confrontation seemed inevitable.
As for whom Luke would help? Just kidding, he wasn't helping anyone. Although he was a Slytherin, his friend Fred was a Gryffindor. Luke believed the twins were more than capable of handling Flint and his gang.
When Luke and Hermione arrived at the Quidditch arena, they saw Ronald pointing his wand at Malfoy.
"You'll pay for your actions, Malfoy! Eat slugs!"
The spell was cast, but because Ronald's wand was old, a green light emitted from its tip.
"Vomit—"
Disgusting slugs started crawling out of Ronald's mouth. Fred and George couldn't help but cover their faces. Even Luke and Hermione, who had just arrived, were stunned.
"Although I know it's the wand..." Hermione shook her head helplessly at Ronald, who was crawling on the ground and spitting out slugs.
"Are you trying to laugh at me and inherit my Malfoy estate?" Malfoy mocked, laughing.
"Eat slugs!" George took out his wand and cast a spell directly at the laughing Malfoy.
"You Gryffindors, don't be ignorant!" Flint shouted as he prepared to retaliate.
"Hey, Fuchsia!" Fred's hidden wand struck first, casting a spell at Flint.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry joined in, disarming a Slytherin student.
The battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin commenced. The young lovers from both houses sat on the high platform, talking, laughing, and pointing, with no intention of informing a professor about the ongoing fight.
Hermione, influenced by Luke, watched with a hint of amusement.
However, Luke suddenly froze. There seemed to be something on the high platform ahead. A powerful sense alerted him. As the three pitch-black scythes turned, Luke noticed a house-elf using an invisibility spell.
It was a scrawny, bat-like creature with tattered clothes—definitely a house-elf. Luke vaguely recognized it.
It seemed to be the Malfoys' elf, either Dobby or something similar. But what was it doing here?
Under Luke's suspicious gaze, the house-elf hesitantly pointed at Harry, who was in the midst of the wizards.
Seeing this, Luke's scarlet eyes narrowed. Was it planning to attack Harry?
A training Quaffle, controlled by magic, flew into the air and headed straight for the back of Harry's head.
"Man, this is going to kill Harry!" Luke thought, eyes wide with realization.
If that Quaffle hit Harry, he could be seriously injured or worse. Luke quickly reached out and snapped his fingers. Golden lightning surged out and shot towards the high platform.
The house-elf was casting a levitation spell; if it was interrupted, the Quaffle would miss its target.
Hermione, noticing Luke's snapping fingers, turned her head curiously towards the high platform.
A flash of golden lightning zipped through the air.
Boom!
The wooden chair on the high platform exploded into pieces, and the house-elf disappeared, likely having escaped by Apparating.
The Quaffle, now uncontrolled, fell to the ground, raising a lot of dust and instantly drawing the attention of the two teams of fighting wizards.
Harry, seeing the Quaffle behind him, broke out in a cold sweat.
"You were going to murder—" Fred shouted, eyes wide with shock.
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