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Kapitel 12: An Interesting Game Day

As Louis and his mini adventure with bandit comes to a close, classes continue as per usual while students still gossip about a certain scarred, raven haired boy playing in the upcoming quidditch game coming close.

" Gods! This is so annoying! Everywhere I turn all I hear is, 'Harry this..' ' Potter that..' I swear, ONE more WORD about him, and I'll end everyone where they stand. " Annie states out loud in frustration towards the Gryffindor students in the dining hall.

A few snickers were heard from the other tables once silence fell upon the students from Annie's threat. Annoyed at them and their presence in general, she turned her head to face them at an alarming speed.

Eyes narrowed she spoke again " Are you sure you want to laugh at their misery? Because I meant what I said towards my fellow housemates. And I will curse you, before dunking you into a pit of lava to learn your lesson about equality. "

Lifting her wand, she emmits a dark aura staring into the souls of each and every person she made contact with. Some students could have sworn they saw the devil behind her out of pure terror.

Louis on the other hand, became invisible once more before entering the hall. Wanting to catch up on some much needed sleep due to a long night of fun.

Head perched on the table top, Richard kept a watchful eye on him to make sure nothing fell upon him while in dream land.

" Anyways....What in the heck happened to Louie in one night, to be able to make him so....lethargic. " Annie questions with worry etched in her voice.

Richard just sighs as he prepares to explain what happened when they were asleep. " Apparentely, after Louis had his ' Eureka ' moment, he decided to go for a little adventure, which you were there to witness. "

She nods her head signalling for him to continue, " He travelled down the hallways and found the DADA classroom after sometime. He apparantely saw bald man with slits for a nose, on the back of the professors head. "

Annie gave a digusted look when she imagined what it looked like, " I know, I had the same face your showing just thinking about it. " He shivers at the thought.

" So after he got his evidence,he decided to roam the halls for a little bit. Which led him to the third floor corrider. You know....the forbidden door. " Disbelief is shown on Annie's face at the recklesness Louis did.

" so upon him entering, he met a three headed dog that he and bandit became friends with, went through the Devils snare, A flying keys room, an enlarged chess board game room, a room where walls of fire surrounded him where you'd have to drink a potion to get through the said wall of fire.

And at the end of everything, he stared hard into a mirror and got a stone the size of a pebble. " Richard finishes off with a piece of muffin in his mouth.

After processing the information completely, both Annie and Richard go into a complete discussion about the tests while Louis was still asleep on top of the table.

Once breakfast was done, Louis finally awoke from his nap, stretching out the aches in his body with a stifling yawn.

" Finally awake now huh? Let's get going then, with got class in ten minutes. " Richard informs Louis softly as the three cousins get ready to leave for their classes.

• • •

The start of quidditch season has finally arrived and the students are all in a excited yet nervous mood, considering that the next day would be the first time in many years a first year will be playing quidditch for their house.

While the other houses are still salty about it, Harry on the other hand has begun suspecting a certain someone for the incidents that has been occuring for some time now.

" I'm telling you guys, it has got to be professor Snape that released the troll into the dungeons! He was walking around with a limp when he entered his office! " Harry says to Hermoine and Ron in the common room.

" I knew it! I knew it was Snape who released the troll into the dungeon! " Ron exclaims proudly with his chest puffed out.

As the three continue to speculate about Snape, Louis had finally snapped listening to the three next to him, he was on the couch next to them in the common room.

Finally deciding he had to knock some sense into them, he turns visible, and speaks, " Can you three be anymore ridiculous? " Startling the three who were deep into their conversation. "

Excuse me? Who are you? " Hermoime asks Louis incredulously, unable to recall who he was.

Rolling his eyes at them, he continues to talk, " Look here you three - especially you golden boy - just because you hate a teacher and have a personal grudge against him, doen't mean that his a bad guy.

For all you know, he could have been fixing some things behind the scenes to make sure us students don't get involved and or injured unnecessarily because of it. " Louis speaks in an attempt to reason with to them.

Ron seeming as if he doesn't believe Louis, retorts back, " And why should we believe you? For all we know, YOU could be the traitor. " Pointing his finger in Louis' face as he stands from his place on the couch next to the one Louis was sitting on.

" And so says the prat who can't tell right from wrong cause his to stuck up in his own fantasy land? " Louis spits back to him.

Befuddled by the words, Ron was only able to sit back down onto the couch speechless with his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

' Immature prats ' he scoffed in his mind. " Whatever, just keep what I said in mind or you'll suffer the consequences of your actions one way or another. " He states and walks toward the potrait.

" Hey Louie, what are you doing out here? I thought you'd be in your suitcase with a book to keep you company and send a clone to class instead. " Richard asks his cousin.

" Shush dear Richie, my secrets are to remain secret, well that and the fact that I'm ahead in my studies to the point where I'm working for the ministry in secret. Those people don't even know who I am, yet still try to track me down using those simple tracking spells. "

Louis states begrudgingly with an eyeroll. Annie snickers at the thought of the old men tracking down Louie to a forest in the middle of mowhere, only to find that they've been tracking a bird.

Regaining her posture she asks " Why were you invisible again anyways? Don't tell me you said some things to those three.....did you? " She asks a bit scared for the poor three souls that managed to incite his temper.

" Please, I hardly told them off! All they were doing in there were trying to come up with a, and I quote ' Reasonable accusation ' that Snape is the culprit. " Louis was fuming.

The two, knowing how annoying the three golden students are to an extent, understand his attitude towards them. However, they both know that it's not an excuse for Louis to continue making animal friends and not people.

Not wanting to bother with the subject any longer, the three Princeton's make their way to the dining hall for supper.

• • •

The day of the game came as the sun rose to greet the young wizards. Classes were cancelled for the game, and everyone was even more tense than ever.

' Must I really go to the game? ' Louis asks Richard telepathically, ' For the last time Louie, you cannot go into your suitacase to isolate yourself from the world. You have to at least appear for the game in person, and Not send a clone. '

Richard replies back almost hysterical. Rolling his eyes, Louis begrudgingly leaves the comfort of his suitcase and makes his way to the game.

• • •

At the game, Gryffindor and Slytherin were up against each other and were tied 20:20. Louis was having a swell time at the stands reading a book he brought along to keep himself company.

Things took a turn for the better for Gryffindor the moment Harry found the snitch and started chasing after it.

The Gryffindors were excited, they were going to win the game! Or so they thought. Harry's broom started going wonkers, malfunctioning on him the second he got close to snatching the snitch.

Hermoine being the reasonable one, snatched Ron's binoculours out off his grasp and looked towards the opposite side through it. " You already know who it is don't you? " Annie whispers to Louis whom was sitting next to the trio.

" Have you forgotten? I already found out who the traitor is, and based on my findings and observations, the bald man is the culprit. " Louis casually remarks.

" Can't you remember the names of our professors Louie? " Richard questions, sad for their DADA professor, " Why bother, he's going to lose his job when the year ends anyways. "

" And why do you say that? " Annie questions Louis.

" With the rate the three by my side are going in their ' investigation ' they'll no doubt find out who it is by the end of the year, their just 100 times slower than me is all. " He states metter of factly.

While Louis is explaining his reasoning, Hermoine had snuck off and headed to the stands were the professors were.

' Not to interupt you or anything Louie, but it seems that the girl you dubbed as ' reasonable ' has snuck under the seats of the professors to stop the spell. ' Richard telepathically informs Louis, cutting him off mid-explanation.

Whipping his head to look over to the stands, he finds that Richard was indeed right at the fact that she was under the seats, but she was wrong about whom was jinxing Harry's broom.

Seeing her take out her wand and pointing it towards Snapes robes, Louis had a sneaking suspicion he knew what she was about to do.

' Crap. ' Was all he thought when he saw her light Snape's robe on fire proving he was right. ' Gotta put it out and quick, or golden boy won't be the only one targeted in potions class after this. '

With that he casts his spells silently while invisble. Putting the fire out on Snape, he proceeds to send a strong gust of wind towards Quirrell, making him fall on his back due to the amount of wind pressure that he was hit with and putting a stop to his magic.

With these events happening, the Gryffindors versus Slytherins match was coming to an end.

Once Harry gained back his balance - much to the relief of the Gryffindors and the chagrin of the Slytherins - he continues to chase the golden snitch he caught sight of once again.

Whooshing past the unsuspecting Slytherin seeker and floor dives towards the golden snitch, with the Slytherin seeker follows close behind.

Due to sheer willpower and an absurd amount of luck, the raven haired boy managed to catch the snitch and land as safely as he could on the ground thus, ending the game.

The Gryffindor stands celebrated their first win, the Slytherin's were slumped into the seats at their first lost in six years.

Louis, feeling bad for the Slyhterins - though he didn't know why - Sweeps his eyes over the stands to check on the condition of the students in the house.

To his surprise, the pale white haired boy was the one whom caught his eye, ' Those eyes.....they radiate sadness, not for the game...but for something much deeper than what meets the eyes. ' He notices deciding to look into it later.

As the students left the stands and headed out of the stadium, Louis hung back still invisible watching the movements of both professor Quirrell and Snape.

" Now comes the question, follow Snape or Quirrel? " The bulge in his pocket started wiggling around and out came the head of a certain niffler, already sniffing the air for which adventure had the most fun.


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