Hearing the Weasley twins' half-joking urging, Harry turned back and shouted: "Wait a mont, almost ready!"
Sherlock sensed sothing in Harry's voice and smiled at him:
"Harry, I can feel you're very nervous right now. Relax a bit!"
Noticing that Harry still hadn't relaxed, he patted Harry's shoulder again.
"Have confidence in yourself. You already have natural talent in this area.
Rember to stay alert on the field, and don't lose points.
Also, once you escape from trouble, end the match as quickly as possible."
After Sherlock finished speaking, he greeted the others and left the changing room.
What needed to be said had been said. What happened next was up to Harry himself.
When Harry returned to the Gryffindor team, Fred Weasley asked curiously, "What did he tell you?"
Only soone like Sherlock could enter the changing room before a match. Anyone else definitely wouldn't be allowed in.
Therefore, everyone was curious about Sherlock specifically coming to find Harry.
"Sherlock ca specially to encourage ," Harry puffed out his chest and said. "He reminded to stay alert during the match and not lose points."
Naturally, Harry knew he couldn't tell others about Quirrell.
"Well done!"
Wood loudly affird Sherlock's words, then continued: "Hols is right. All of us need to stay alert and be careful not to lose points."
After saying this, he also reminded Harry: "Potter, you need to work harder and get your friend into the team too."
Harry was stunned, then nodded: "I'll try my best."
At this mont, Wood cleared his throat and turned to everyone: "Lads."
"And ladies."
Chaser Angelina Johnson spoke up, asserting her presence to indicate there weren't only lads here.
"Right, and ladies," Wood agreed. "It's ti."
Weasley: "This important mont."
George: "The mont we've all been waiting for."
"We already know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred said to Harry. "We were on the team last year."
"You two shut up!"
Wood said angrily, making as if to hit them, while the twins, having learned their lesson, nimbly dodged aside.
With the twins' comic relief, the originally tense atmosphere dissipated considerably.
However, when Harry followed everyone out of the changing room toward the cheering stadium, he suddenly felt his knees go weak again.
This continued even when Madam Hooch, who was refereeing the match, announced the match rules to both teams.
Until...
A high-flying banner ca into view.
Above the crowd flashed the words "POTTER FOR PRESIDENT."
Seeing it, Harry imdiately knew his friends were there.
In that instant, he felt a surge of energy and was suddenly filled with courage.
His back no longer ached, his legs no longer felt weak, and he had strength to walk.
Hey, it was just that magical!
As Madam Hooch blew hard on her silver whistle, Harry mounted his Nimbus 2000.
"Stay alert, don't lose points!"
Using Sherlock's words to encourage himself, Harry rose into the air with the others, soaring high into the sky.
The match officially began.
At this ti, Sherlock had already returned to the stands.
"What did you tell Harry?"
The match had just begun, and the decisive Golden Snitch hadn't appeared yet, so both Seekers seed idle for the mont.
Hermione took the opportunity to question Sherlock.
"Reminded him to pay attention to possible accidents during the match," Sherlock said, taking out his telescope and beginning to scan the crowd.
"What did you say?"
Sherlock spoke casually, but Hermione and Ron were startled and imdiately crowded over.
"Will Harry be in danger?"
"No real danger... Ha, found him!"
Sherlock put down his telescope and looked at his two companions.
Obviously, hearing that soone intended to harm Harry, both looked worried. Ron even felt his chicken leg wasn't appetizing anymore.
"Are you willing to help?"
"Of course!"
"Absolutely!"
"Look over there."
Hermione took the telescope and looked in the direction Sherlock pointed.
"Professor Snape?"
"A bit more to the right."
"To the right... you an Professor Quirrell?"
"Right. What you need to do is very simple."
Sherlock looked at Hermione and spoke quickly: "Wait nearby and observe in advance. Once I give the signal, find a way to disrupt Quirrell's spellcasting—be careful not to let him notice your intention."
Hermione and Ron imdiately gasped.
"Sherlock, you an... Quirrell will harm Harry during the match?"
"If my speculation is correct—this match is a rare opportunity for him."
"Good heavens!"
Ron's face went pale, and Hermione covered her mouth in surprise.
She looked at Quirrell, then at Harry, and finally nodded firmly: "I'll go right now!"
After Hermione left, Ron quickly pointed to himself and asked: "What about ?"
"You watch Professor Snape."
Ron was stunned and couldn't react imdiately: "Didn't you say Snape was a good person?"
"A despicably kind good person."
Sherlock corrected Ron's statent, then continued: "I need to verify a speculation. You don't need to go over, just pay attention to his movents from here."
"No problem!"
Ron nodded firmly in agreent.
He just liked it this way—Sherlock did the thinking, and he did the acting.
Soon, Hagrid also ca to the stadium.
His build was so large that even though Hermione had left, Ron still had to squeeze with Neville to make room for him.
"I was in my hut the whole ti, but you know what?
Watching a match is different when you're in the crowd with the atmosphere... Hey, where's that Muggle girl?"
"I sent her to handle sothing."
Hearing Sherlock's explanation, Hagrid didn't ask further and focused his attention on the field.
At this point, the match situation had already changed.
Gryffindor Chaser Angelina Johnson grabbed the Quaffle at the opening, and after being intercepted and counter-intercepted, she scored first, getting off to a good start.
The stands imdiately erupted in cheers.
Slytherin imdiately showed their strong capabilities, quickly retaliating. The score was tied ten to ten.
Just then, a passionate voice suddenly rang out: "Wait—is that the Snitch?"
The match comntator was Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley twins.
He was also soone Sherlock had observed while waiting for Harry at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
At that ti, Sherlock's deduction about him was: [upperclassman, loves to show off, extroverted personality, strong expressive ability, often serves as host]
Lee Jordan's comntary was very fast-paced and rhythmic, like rap.
At his reminder, everyone noticed the golden light.
A small round ball was fluttering its wings and darting through the air.
It was the Golden Snitch!
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