Dark Deals: The Vampire Who Owns Hogwarts

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The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff nearly captured the attention of the entire Hogwarts.

On one hand, in the previous match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Harry's performance and the accidents that occurred had spread like wildfire, reaching every house and distracting them. The Gryffindor team's impressive performance had sparked interest from many young wizards.

On the other hand, thanks to Dean Snape's "unwavering efforts," Slytherin had won the Hogwarts House Cup for seven consecutive years. Other houses had been striving to dethrone Slytherin from its position as house champion this year.

So now, the Gryffindor team, with the highest score among the four teams, was in a crucial match.

Since the Quidditch game is based on points, some suggested that the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor teams should collaborate to set the points together, ensuring the score reached a level beyond Slytherin's reach. As a result, Slytherin, which could not win the Quidditch Cup, would have fewer chances of winning the House Cup.

Of course, this unethical idea was quickly rejected by the upright Hufflepuff team captain.

On the day of the Quidditch match, almost everyone at Hogwarts poured out of the castle and made their way to the Quidditch pitch.

The interior of Hogwarts Castle became eerily empty. No one passed through the corridors that were usually bustling with activity. Only the torches on the walls continued to burn steadily.

No one noticed a figure wearing a purple turban sneaking out of an office, crossing the deserted corridors, reaching the third floor, and slipping into an abandoned girls' bathroom.

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The Quidditch pitch was alive with excitement, as yellow and red flags waved wildly, with fans cheering for their respective teams.

Outside the Gryffindor dressing room, Ron and Hermione wished Harry good luck.

Harry sighed to himself, knowing that his two friends were secretly worried about him, fearing they might never see him return alive.

Amid these anxious thoughts, Harry put on his gold-and-red Quidditch jersey, picked up the Nimbus 2000 Professor McGonagall had given him, joined the team, and tried to listen to Wood's pre-game speech.

But he was too distracted to absorb anything.

Noticing Harry's distracted state, Wood pulled him aside.

"I don't want to put pressure on you, Potter, but today, more than ever, we need to catch the Snitch as soon as possible. We need to do it quickly, without giving Snape a chance to favor Hufflepuff too much." Wood clapped him hard on the shoulder. "Don't worry about safety. Fred and George invited Professor Dracula. He'll definitely save you like last time!"

Harry gave a stiff grin, already feeling like he might fall off the broom.

"All the students have come out!" Fred peeked out of the door, his eyes wide. "Even... Oh my god! Dumbledore's here to watch the game!"

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"Dumbledore?" he exclaimed, rushing to the door to confirm.

Fred was right. There was no mistaking Dumbledore with his long white beard.

Harry saw Dumbledore sitting in the sunlight on the west side of the Quidditch pitch, waving cheerfully to the students below. Meanwhile, Professor Dracula was seated in the shadow on the east side, holding a lollipop in his mouth and looking impatient.

Harry was relieved. A relaxed smile crept across his face.

He knew he was in no danger.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Snape as the referee had given him considerable psychological security. If Snape wasn't enough, Dumbledore and Professor Dracula's presence felt like a lifeline, completely putting him at ease.

'If this kind of support can't keep me from falling off my broom, then Hogwarts is surely the safest place in the world!' Harry thought, as he confidently stepped onto the Quidditch pitch and waved to the spectators around him.

The game began.

However, what Harry didn't expect was that, from the very start, the situation on the field was already unfavorable to Gryffindor.

Snape blew the whistle and, without hesitation, began awarding penalties to the Hufflepuff team, frequently and without clear reasons.

Fred and George raised their hands in protest to Snape right on the spot. In return, Snape penalized Gryffindor for contradicting the referee.

Thanks to Snape's diligent efforts, the score between the two teams quickly widened.

"Harry, you need to hold on tighter!" Wood shouted nervously.

Hearing his captain's urgent call, Harry felt helpless. The good impression he had briefly held of Snape vanished entirely.

In the midst of his anxiety, Harry's glasses suddenly glinted with a flash of golden light.

His eyes widened, and he quickly made a flawless dive, heading straight toward Snape.

The crowd gasped and cheered, with Lee Jordan, the commentator, urging Harry to crash into Snape and teach the old bat a lesson.

Snape sneered and turned on his broomstick, preparing to send Harry off the field for charging the referee.

'This will not only make Gryffindor lose the game but also protect Lily's son. It's a perfect solution!' Snape thought with a sense of satisfaction.

Then, just as he finished his thought, a golden blur shot past his ear, mere inches from him.

Harry halted his dive and triumphantly raised his arms. He had caught the Golden Snitch!

Snape stared at the scene in disbelief, forgetting his duties as a referee and failing to blow the whistle.

"Sh-sh-sh—"

Three final whistles rang out. Ms. Hooch flew up on her broom and glared fiercely at Snape.

It was clear she deeply regretted assigning Snape the referee's position.

With a look of astonishment, Harry leaped off his broom, hovering a foot above the ground. He could hardly believe it—less than five minutes had passed, and the match was already over!

For the students watching the game, most didn't fully comprehend what had happened. The game was over before they knew it.

Aside from Gryffindor, who slowly began to cheer, students from other houses left the pitch with disgruntled expressions and walked back to Hogwarts Castle.

What had happened to Harry? What about Snape's cool referee moves? Why had they waited longer in the stands than the actual game lasted?!

They were now furious and wanted to raise their arms in protest:

"Refund the money!"

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Meanwhile, in the girls' bathroom on the third floor of Hogwarts, Quirrell had barely begun to assess his surroundings when the sound of approaching footsteps echoed.

Surprised, he peeked his head out of the bathroom.

A scream followed:

"PERVERTT—

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