HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 164 Quidditch Match

As a result, late at night I secretly slipped out of the Slytherin common room to find Severus and discuss what to do next.

When I arrived at Severus’s cellar, I opened the door and saw Headmaster Dumbledore sitting on the sofa, eating candy and waiting for me.

“Severus, are you not so busy tonight?” I closed the door and sat down opposite Headmaster Dumbledore, while Severus sat on the single sofa to my left.

"Fortunately, I've already finished everything I needed to do today." Severus picked up a cup of coffee from the tea table and took a sip.

"Then let's discuss how to arrange the next stage." I poured myself a cup of coffee and started drinking it.

The three of us are plotting something, and we don't plan to let more people know about our plan. If we do, more people will be drawn into the scheme. Of course, I will make sure that everyone is safe.

On such a day, the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor took place. Since I had people on both sides, I didn't plan to watch from the stands this time. Instead, I stood at the entrance of the Quidditch pitch and kept an eye on it.

Harry and Draco Malfoy engaged in a fierce duel in a Quidditch match.

The atmosphere on the field was tense before the match began.

Harry rode his Nimbus 2000, his gaze fixed firmly ahead.

Draco, meanwhile, rode his Nimbus 2001 with a confident smile on his face.

With the sound of the whistle, the match officially began.

The players moved swiftly across the field, with Draco and Harry vying for the Golden Snitch.

The suddenly out-of-control ball relentlessly pursued them, and Harry displayed excellent flying skills, skillfully maneuvering his broomstick and weaving freely across the field.

Draco, not to be outdone, followed closely behind Harry, trying to find an opportunity to overtake him.

The match was very intense, with both teams giving their all.

Harry and Draco engaged in several spectacular aerial battles, their brooms clashing against each other with a crisp sound.

The audience cheered and cheered for their favorite players.

At a crucial moment in the game, Harry spotted the Golden Snitch. He sped off towards the Snitch, with Draco close behind.

The two engaged in a final battle in the air. Following Harry's Mad Bounce, Draco's flying broom accidentally struck Draco's flying broom while Harry was dodging. Draco fell off the broom, but luckily I was nearby and used a Levitation Charm to bring the injured Draco back to my side.

Lucius, who was invited to watch the game from the stands, was nervously watching us. I felt his gaze, so I nodded slightly to him to let him know that Draco was alright. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to continue watching the game.

I held the unconscious Draco in my arms, gave him a bottle of energy drink, and he woke up after a short while.

"Is there anything that's bothering you?" I asked Draco, who had regained his energy and woken up.

"He should be alright now, it's just a pity that he's going to lose to Gryffindor this time." Draco was fine after waking up, but he was a little indignant.

"I'm glad you're not hurt. Your dad was really worried about you." I told him to stand aside and continue watching the game.

Harry, with his exceptional reaction speed and flying skills, successfully caught the Golden Snitch, winning the game for Gryffindor.

The audience cheered, and Harry and his teammates excitedly hugged each other.

Draco left the field looking dejected.

This match not only showcased Harry's courage and strength, but also intensified the competition between him and Draco.

The game was over, but something was very wrong with that bouncing ball; it was still bouncing around Harry.

A 'Shattering Charm' shattered the ball that had bounced high above Harry's head.

"Harry, are you hurt?" He appeared beside Harry, who was lying on the ground, in a flash.

“Harry, you have an arm injury, right? Let me heal you. I happen to have a very useful spell here that can heal your injury.” Gilderoy Lockhart, always eager to show off, raised his wand, ready to cast a spell on Harry.

"Thank you for your kindness, Professor. I am responsible for treating all the injured in the Quidditch match. This is a task assigned to me by Madam Pomfrey. Please cooperate with my work." I shielded Harry behind me and gave Gilderoy Lockhart my best smile. If he dared to use any spells recklessly, I would kill him instantly.

“Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, please don’t delay Mr. Ayles Hall’s treatment,” said Headmaster Dumbledore, who was watching the match.

"Okay, hahaha." Actually, Gilderoy Lockhart was too scared to move under my death stare; my aura wasn't something anyone could withstand.

He tossed Harry a Healing Charm and a Cleanse Charm, then pulled a bottle of energizer from his portable backpack and handed it to him.

After he finished drinking the medicine, he was able to stand up on his own.

"Go to the school hospital for another check-up later. If everything's fine, you can go back to the common room." With my help this time, Harry won't have to suffer.

“Okay.” Harry stood up, picked up the Golden Snitch, and prepared to leave with his teammates to celebrate.

"You guys also need to go to the school hospital for a check-up before you leave." I glanced over, looking at Oliver and the twins from Gryffindor, and then at my Slytherin teammates.

"Understood, senior." Everyone who received my glance obediently replied.

“Albus, look at Ayers, that kid is really intimidating,” Professor McGonagall whispered to Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Yes, that's good." Headmaster Dumbledore found me more and more pleasing to the eye.

Of course, Severus was also very proud, as this was his lover and also from his own academy, but he didn't show his joy on his face, looking at me with a serious expression.

Just by turning my head, I could see the tender love in his eyes, and I smiled slightly at him.

After the Quidditch match, I followed the injured players to the school hospital to hand them over to Mrs. Pomfrey. Now I'm practically a part-time assistant at the school hospital. I can't help it, since most of my target players are Quidditch fans, and to ensure their safety, I've even sought out Mrs. Pomfrey to learn how to treat them.

After their physical examinations, the victorious Gryffindor team returned to their house common room to celebrate, while the losing Slytherin team could only silently return to their common room.

After watching everyone leave, I packed up and said goodbye to Mrs. Pomfrey.