Harry and Luke were currently making their way around the castle, disillusioned, in one of the secret passageways, they found over the last month. They had found the book on this spell just outside of the restricted section in the library. They had to take many trips to the library with their journals in hand. Making notes on the spell each time on the spell before leaving. They did it that way to avoid checking the book out of the library and arousing the suspicions of the librarian, Madam Prince.

they had made learning dillusioning charm a priority. Luke had spent three days mastering the spell perfectly whereas Harry got it in one go. It was literally as if Harry had merged with the shadows and turned invisible.

Throughout their exploration, Harry had noticed something strange near the one-eyed witch and told Luke that it was a secret entrance. The two boys then found out that this path led to a cellar at the nearby town of Hogsmeade, outside of Hogwarts. It had been quite the find. They also found various other passages and secret rooms. There were a few that connected from the training grounds to the library and from the seventh floor to the dungeons. It was as if Harry had a knack for them.

However, nothing beat the Room of Requirement that they found. That room had been brilliant. Harry had somehow found it. They had discovered that the Room had turned into whatever they required. If they needed a space to duel, done. They needed a room to lounge about and study in, done. They needed to go to the toilet, done. The Room was an incredible magical construction! Since then, the two boys have been using the Room to practice spells on each other. Just yesterday they tested the body-bind curse, Petrificus Totalus, on each other. Obviously after learning the counter curse.

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The two boys now were in the great hall along with the rest of the school after a long day of Quidditch practice. Marcus Flint had been impressed by his natural talent and flying. He had bought him a costly broom for the official starting chasers of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Flint had been ecstatic, he was pumped up to win the Inter-House Quidditch Cup again this year.

It was currently Halloween the day Neville Longbottom ended Voldemort's reign. There was a gigantic feast prepared with a few additional pumpkin dishes as well. Speaking of food… where does this all come from? Hogwarts Kitchen? That is another thing we got to go explore and find later…

"Did you hear about the break-in at Gringotts? Someone actually got past the security measures and tried to steal something from one of the vaults. Apparently nothing went missing. I doubt that though, the goblins and there lot are just trying to save face and won't tell. Father has been telling me about the stir in the Wizengamot because of this news…"Malfoy kept going on and on about his father around to the people seated around him.

"TROLLLLLLLL! IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!"

Dumbledore then slowly stood up to look at the panicking Professor Quirrell, their stuttering DADA teacher and person with two wizard auras inside who came sprawling into the great hall.

"Thought you all should know."

SMACK! Quirrell, in dramatic fashion, fainted on to the floor. Weasley, Malfoy, and a few others stood up screaming and started to make way for the entrance of the great hall.

"SILENCE!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Dumbledore.

"Everyone if you could please… not panic! Now… prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories, teachers will follow me to the dungeons."

The Prefects organized the students and they all left for their house common rooms. Once they were back in the Slytherin Common Room, Harry and Luke instantly went towards their room at the very end of the dormitory corridor. The 'old and nasty' room had turned into a beautiful room.

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"HELLO! Welcome to Hogwarts first Quidditch Game of the Season! I am your host, Lee Jordan! And today's game is Slytherin vs GRYFFINDOR!"

The crowd then roared and cheered at Jordan's words.

"Now! On the side of the fierce and the brave! From Gryffindor… we got Johnsen! Spinnet! Belle! The Weasley twin dynamic duo! Wood! And… Mclaggen!"

The Gryffindor crowd roared as they shot out of the south entrance spot into the stadium.

"Now! On the slimey and slithery side of-"

"MR. JORDAN!"

"Sorry Professor McGonagall, just stating facts… From Slytherin… they got Flint- wait WHAT! They have Black as chase-"

He was cut off by Harry, who came out early from the north exit in the stadium, as he did a one-armed handstand on his broom when he flew by near the box where Jordan was commentating from. The Slytherins cheered as got one over the biased commentator. The roars from them were so loud that they eclipsed the jeers and insults from the other houses. Harry then simply smiled, enjoying the feeling of being in the sky.

"The players take their position as Madam Hooch steps onto the Quidditch field to begin the game!"

The crowd then started to quiet down. Their eyes watched Madam Hooch's every step as she walked to the centre of the pitch, levitating a trunk and holding her broom.

"Now I want a nice and clean game… from all of you!

She then placed the trunk down and kicked it to open it.

"The bludgers are up! Followed by the golden snitch!"

Madam Hooch then picked up the Quaffle from the trunk and held it in her hands. The crowd was dead silent, amped up for the game.

"The Quaffle is released!... AND THE GAME BEGINS!"

The crowd roared as the Chasers shot forward to snatch the quaffle.

"AND… Slytherin comes away with the Quaffle…thankfully it was Black, he- Merlin's beard! That was a sloth grip roll followed by a quick dive down and up! He just dodged Johnson and Belle! Black's now heading for the Gryffindor goal posts!"

The Slytherin crowd roared in approval at the outstanding broom mechanics performed by Harry.

"Black passes it to Flint… Flint passes it then back to Black… Black goes for a shot! Ah ha! But it misses, that is wildly off target, where is the-"

DONG!

The Quaffle then passed through the left goal post and Slytherin has drawn first blood. The so-called wildly off-target shot was actually a pass to Cooper who had read Flint and Harry'play, looped around the back to receive the pass to finish the play and score.

"And… and Cooper has scored! Slytherin scores the first goal of the match! 10 points to Slytherin!"

Harry,Cooper, and Flint then cycled back quickly to defend. The Gryffindor chasers had picked up the Quaffle and were tightly packed together. They were so close together that a normal person couldn't tell who held to Quaffle. However, that wasn't an issue for Harry. The three Slytherin chasers watched them break apart in a triangle as a bludger shot towards them, each Gryffindor chaser went in a different direction.

"Belle has the Quaffle!"

This startled the three Gryffindor chasers as Antoninus accurately barked out which of them had the Quaffle. Flint and Cooper then raced towards her, instantly trying to pin her down and steal the Quaffle.

"Ah! Slytherin seems to have seen through Gryffindor's ploy with the Quaffle! Belle is being pushed into a corner by Flint and Sheldon Cooper… but she is able to find some room! And passes it out! What an-"

Harry then snatched the Quaffle and the words right out of Lee Jordan's mouth as he intercepted the Quaffle before it made it to Spinnet. He then made a beeline towards the Gryffindor posts. The Gryffindors sent boos and jeers at him to try and distract him.

Harry didn't even hear the crowd, he was too focused, it was just him against Wood. Harry quickly approached the goal posts, then all of a sudden, he rolled to the left. He outstretched his left arm, which current held the Quaffle and took aim at the left hoop. Wood then reacted quickly, going in between the center and left hoop. Then Harry quickly changed hands, he looped the Quaffle around his back and caught it with his right hand. Changing the hand that he held onto his broom at the same time. He then tossed it at a tight angle at the right hoop. Wood's eyes widened as he made a rush for the right hoop, but was too late, he wouldn't make it!

DONG!

Lee Jordan was speechless for a moment before he quickly recovered.

"Another goal by Slytherin… Black's got to be ambidextrous! He held the Quaffle with both hands comfortably! That's also… 20 - 0 to Slytherin."

It didn't get much better from there for Gryffindor. The Slytherin chaser trio broke up every play that the Gryffindor chaser trio attempted. Even with the aid of bludgers by the Weasley twins, they never made it past the Slytherin defense line. Gryffindor didn't even have a shot at the Slytherin goal posts! The beaters from Slytherin had sat back and shot bludgers at Julian as their chasers easily took care of the enemy chasers. The score currently was 100 - 0. The Gryffindor crowd had been deadly quiet, whilst the Slytherin crowd deafened the stadium with roars. The game kept going, the snitch having not been seen by Julian or Higgs yet.

"And another goal scored by Black… that is his 11th goal… bringing Slytherin to 140 - 0. If this keep's up, catching the snitch won't matter…The Slytherin chaser trio's teamwork has been remarkable in scoring and defending this game…"

The most amazing thing had been the synergy between the chasers. Their no-look passes, sudden breaks and loops were all communicated without barking a word at one another. It was as if the two were of the same mind and knew where each other were all the time.

This had even turned the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws in the crowd to cheer for Slytherin. For once, they were winning by relying on skill and flawless teamwork, and not trying to break up plays by secretly fouling and other dirty tactics.

He was in the clear as he shot towards the Gryffindor goal post. Wood had been hard pressed, he never had this many goals scored on him in his entire career as Gryffindor keeper at Hogwarts. He had only managed to save two shots so far, and both of those were from Flint.

Harry sped towards him he then turned towards the right hoop, still holding the Quaffle in his right arm. Wood had no choice to go in between the center and right hoop as harry approached. Harry got closer and closer. Then Wood made his move. If Potter hadn't released the Quaffle at this point, I can take it off him and block his shot! He is too close now to change target. As wood dove down towards the right in front of him, Harry hit the breaks on his broom hard. His broom twirled around in the air spinning towards the right. Wood then saw what Hadrian was about to do, but it was too late. Harry had looped the Quaffle behind his back with his right arm only, from the right to the left, and did a behind the back shot at the center hoop. Wood could only helplessly watch as the Quaffle went through the center hoop.

DONG!

"That is 150 - 0 to Slytherin… Potter scores his 13th goal…"

The crowd had roared, now Gryffindor can't even only hope to tie the game.

"SLYTHERIN! SLYTHERIN! SLYTHERIN!"

The game ended in 860- 150 as the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team stared with predatorial smiles on their faces at the gryffindors..