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Traveling Through The Heavens, I Am The Avada Sword Master

Chapter 82: Another Quidditch victory

Although Harry found a way to deal with Snape, quickly finding the Golden Snitch was not an easy task.

The weather around Hogwarts Castle remained unfavorable these past few days.

Though it wasn't raining, the howling winds in the cold weather were clearly not a good time for Quidditch training.

But Wood didn't care, and neither did Harry.

Harry continued to train desperately every day, as if he could vent his inner tension this way.

Everyone had started to get busy recently.

Harry was busy, Hermione was busy, and even Ron was busy.

Hermione was busy reviewing her lessons; as she put it, the final exams were only a little over ten weeks away.

First-year Little Wizards needed to pass exams to advance to second year, which was very important; if they didn't review in advance, getting a question they didn't know could affect their promotion exams.

Ron scoffed at this.

But Ron also became busy; he wasn't busy studying, but rather busy monitoring Professor Snape.

Originally, Harry was doing this, but recently Harry had been busy with Quidditch matters and had entrusted this task to Ron.

He asked Ron to wear the invisibility cloak and check on Professor Snape when he had time, to see if Professor Snape showed any signs of action.

However, according to Ron's observations, Snape still strode around every day like a large bat, his temper as irritable as ever, and he didn't look like he had succeeded.

On the contrary, Professor Quirrell's face looked even worse, and he trembled more when he walked; Ron suspected Professor Quirrell must have been threatened by Professor Snape.

Chen Yu was also very busy recently, busy with infrastructure construction in the Serenitea Pot.

With Chen Yu able to manipulate objects with his Telekinesis inside the Serenitea Pot, the interior decoration of the Serenitea Pot proceeded very smoothly.

Stepping into the Serenitea Pot now, the first thing that greeted the eye was a lush green lawn.

The lawn was soft and delicate; as a breeze blew, the grass undulated, and colorful flowers dotted the ground, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Bees, butterflies, and birds played among the flowers, singing joyful songs.

Passing through the grass and onto a winding path, tall trees lined both sides of the path; these trees were all dug up from Tony's world.

He would casually enter a primeval forest, first shrink the trees with a shrinking spell, then transfer them into the Serenitea Pot and restore them to their original size.

The bees, butterflies, and birds were also brought in by Chen Yu inadvertently; seeing that these creatures showed no signs of discomfort in the Serenitea Pot, Chen Yu let them be.

Passing through the Woods, he arrived at a lake.

The lake water was crystal clear, like a mirror reflecting the surrounding mountains and trees.

As the breeze blew, the willows swayed gently, brushing against the lake's surface and creating ripples.

Under the sunlight, tiny waterfalls flowed down from the mountains, splashing water droplets that shimmered with colorful light.

Beside the peaks, majestic buildings stood: tall towers, temples, palaces, and Taoist temples, showcasing the magnificent, solemn, and intricate environment of the place.

Don't ask why there are tall towers, temples, palaces, and Taoist temples among the buildings; it's because jarvis provided the blueprints, Chen Yu thought the designs were good, so he had Tony place the order.

Bad news: the architectural blueprints given by this AI were a Frankenstein's monster.

Good news: they were all stitched together perfectly.

Chen Yu floated in the air, satisfied with the results of his two months of labor.

At this moment, Luofu Island appeared peaceful, tranquil, and mysterious; although it still couldn't compare to the background image, it was much better than the desolation of a month ago.

It could already be said to have the prototype of a human fairyland, just waiting for some magical creatures to be placed inside.

Tony also had good news: his second-generation Iron Suit design was complete and was being forged and assembled, and he began to urge Chen Yu about when he would see the magical suitcase.

Chen Yu could only perfunctorily reply to Tony, "It's being made, it's being made; I'll ask about Ron's production progress when I get back," and then he wouldn't ask anymore.

The second Quidditch match also began.

Chen Yu and Ron once again asked Dora to go to Hogsmeade to get a batch of snacks, which they sold at the match, and secretly bet on Gryffindor's victory.

Dumbledore also attended this match, sitting in the professors' stands, happily watching the two houses' Quidditch teams begin the game.

Seeing Dumbledore's figure, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that with Dumbledore watching, Snape wouldn't be able to brazenly deduct points from him.

As the Golden Snitch was released, the match officially began, and Harry took the lead, flying high into the sky to carefully search for traces of the Golden Snitch.

Professor Snape turned his flying broom, flew to the same height as Harry, and stared at Harry with his cold and sharp eyes.

He seemed to be anticipating Harry committing a foul.

Harry swallowed, forcing himself not to look at Professor Snape's icy gaze.

He secretly cheered himself on, thinking that in plain sight, Snape couldn't watch him cast a spell and interfere with his match like last time.

Chen Yu continued to sell snacks in the Hufflepuff stands.

Chen Yu squinted, watching Harry circling the field like an eagle, seeing him constantly adjusting his posture, searching for traces of the Golden Snitch.

Harry suddenly shot across the sky like lightning towards the ground, a speed that startled the audience.

Immediately after, Harry took off again instantly when he was still a few inches from the ground.

It was then that Chen Yu saw the Golden Snitch Harry was chasing.

He felt a bit envious of his flying talent.

He could indeed be as agile as Harry in the Serenitea Pot.

But once outside the Serenitea Pot, his flying skills were more than just a little worse.

Even though he had leveled up his flying skill to LV3, he couldn't fly with a flying broom as freely and effortlessly as Harry.

At this moment, Hufflepuff's Chaser only woke up from a dream and chased after Harry, attempting to stop Harry from catching the Golden Snitch.

But it was too late; when Harry stopped flying, he raised his hand high, the Golden Snitch held tightly in Harry's hand.

At this moment, the entire stadium erupted.

The commentator said that Harry had set a new record; in his memory, no one had ever ended a match in five minutes, and no Seeker had ever caught the Golden Snitch faster than Harry.

The Hufflepuff stands also erupted.

Losing to the Gryffindor team still left the young Hufflepuff audience a bit unwilling; to maintain their composure, these young Hufflepuffs still bought a pile of snacks from Chen Yu to ease their emotions.

For these Hufflepuff Little Wizards, there was no hurdle in life that couldn't be overcome; if there was, then a good meal would fix it, and if that didn't work, then two meals.

Chen Yu also saw that Professor Sprout in the professors' seats was not angry about Gryffindor's victory; instead, she was clapping and chatting happily with Professor McGonagall, seemingly indifferent to the outcome of the match.

Immediately after, Chen Yu saw Harry jump off his flying broom, surrounded once again by a crowd of Gryffindor Quidditch players in celebration.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players regarded Harry as a hero.

Their team had actually won with Snape as the referee!

This was simply incredible, and Harry Potter's contribution was indispensable.

The Weasley twins even excitedly kissed Harry's cheek and raised Harry's arms, gesturing to the audience.

It seemed they hadn't just beaten Hufflepuff House, but had beaten Slytherin again.

Snape also landed from his flying broom, looked at Harry, who was surrounded and embraced by the crowd, snorted coldly, spat on the ground, and quickly left the field without looking back.