Kyle felt that the "messy-haired man" mentioned by Professor Trelawney was most likely Harry.

She probably remembered the order of the matches wrongly and thought that Hufflepuff's next opponent was Gryffindor, so she said that.

And Harry's hair was always messy, and he was too lazy to take time to take care of it.

And this idea was confirmed a few days later.

Fred told Kyle that he was also named by Professor Trelawney.

"She called my name wrong, thinking I was George." At the table, Fred laughed breathlessly and said, "She also told me to be careful of a handsome black-haired man. I dare say that man is either you or Cedric..."

"Oh, Fred." George exclaimed in an exaggerated voice, "I think we should stay away from Kell. Professor Trelawney warned us."

"Yeah," said Fred, laughing. "He might turn into a dragon and swallow us up..."

"Or knock us off our brooms on the Quidditch pitch..."

"It's a pity that our game is over..."

"If he wants to hit us, he'll have to wait until next year..."

"Then Kyle, can you turn into a fire dragon?"

The two of them spoke in unison, as if they thought this was a very funny joke.

Kyle was even more certain in his heart. It seemed that Professor Trelawney had indeed mixed up the match numbers.

But this is not surprising. Ever since the Dementors appeared on the court, Professor Trelawney seemed to have never watched the game again... at least Kyle had never seen her in the teacher's seat.

…

On the last weekend before Easter, the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw match began.

Ravenclaw seemed to want to copy Hufflepuff's tactics from the previous game, shifting the core of the team from seekers to chasers, and narrowing the score gap by scoring crazily.

But Oliver Wood also thought of this and had the players conduct targeted training before the game.

And most importantly, Ravenclaw didn't have a good enough Chaser to break through Wood's goal every time.

As a result, Ravenclaw was stunned.

As soon as the game started, their offensive rhythm was disrupted.

Angelina Johnson took the Quaffle thrown by Wood, rushed out like an arrow, and threw the ball into the Ravenclaw goal with her backhand.

Twenty minutes later, the score was 20:80.

The Ravenclaw stands were silent; they had the illusion that they had returned to the dark days two years ago.

At that time, their team's main focus was on participation, and there was almost no hope of winning.

Another twenty minutes later, Gryffindor was already leading by 150 points. It could be said that unless Qiu could catch the Golden Snitch immediately, Ravenclaw would have no hope of winning.

However, the fact is that Harry finally caught the Golden Snitch and won the game.

"You should have waited a little longer, Harry, at least until we got more points..."

After the game, Wood frowned in the locker room and said, "We are only 200 points higher than Hufflepuff now. This is too unsafe. They may overtake us in the last game."

"Well..." Harry scratched his hair, "But Cho has seen the Snitch and almost caught it..."

"Then keep her, or chase the Snitch away!" Wood blurted out, "This is related to whether we can win the Quidditch Cup in the end. This is not the time to be a gentleman..."

"It's okay, Oliver..." Finally Fred and George came over to smooth things over, "It's not certain that Hufflepuff can win by that many points."

"And the Slytherin team is... um... pretty good..." George said against his will, "Maybe they can even win the game."

"But we are only 250 points ahead of Slytherin," said Wood.

"Then pray that they can catch the Snitch within five minutes," said Fred. "The Slytherin team's Seeker isn't very smart. If he sees the Snitch, he'll definitely rush over regardless of the consequences."

"That's right," said George. "Once Malfoy moves, Cedric will have no choice but to follow, just like Harry did just now."

"I hope so." Wood sighed and led everyone out of the locker room.

Coincidentally, the opposing Ravenclaw team also came out.

Wood tried to say hello, but the other party acted as if he didn't see him and walked straight off the court.

Harry looked at Qiu who didn't even turn back, and hesitated whether he should find an opportunity to go up and apologize to ease the relationship.

But he soon forgot the thought.

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Because the Easter holiday is here.

Compared to Christmas, the two-week Easter holiday is not as happy.

There is so much homework that it’s overwhelming.

"It's better not to have a holiday at all."

One afternoon, Mikel, who was doing homework in the common room, suddenly threw away the quill in his hand and shouted: "When we are in class, we still have time to do what we like in the evening, but now we have to sit here every day and face endless homework!"

These words instantly resonated with the people around them.

Susan Burns, who was sitting in the corner, couldn't help but complain: "The exam is still a long way off, what are they doing!"

The common room was soon filled with complaints, with everyone denouncing the professors and thinking that they shouldn't assign so much homework.

"Kyle, have you finished your paper on the Conversion Spell?" Kanna asked in a low voice, "How many papers did Professor McGonagall assign you?"

"There are twelve Transfiguration papers in total, and there seem to be three on conversion spells," Kyle said.

"What is the specific topic..."

"I've done a lot of homework these past few days, and I can't remember exactly." Kyle pointed to a thick pile of parchment next to him, "But the first one I wrote was the Transfiguration homework. I've finished it all. You can look for it yourself."

"good……"

Connor rummaged through the pile of parchments and soon found the Transfiguration homework at the bottom.

"Summarize the incorrect operations that lead to the failure of the conversion spell?" She said in surprise, "I always thought it was a theoretical analysis."

Like Kyle said, they have so much homework to do that it's easy to misremember stuff.

These days, you can always hear people wailing in the common room, saying that they have done their homework incorrectly.

But later someone told them not to worry about it, just make the best of it and get the numbers right first. There were so many assignments anyway, the professor couldn't possibly read them all.

This allowed those who were almost on the verge of collapse to return to normal.

(End of this chapter)