As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver-skin boots. The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Inojin would be playing in his first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Slytherin won, they would move up into second place in the house championship. Hardly anyone had seen Inojin play because his plan had been proficiently implemented that, as their secret weapon, Inojin was be kept, well, secret. But the news that Albus was playing Seeker had leaked out, and Inojin didn't know which was worse — people telling Albus he'd be brilliant or people telling him they'd be running around underneath him holding a mattress. Albus didn't know how he'd have gotten through all his homework without Inojin and Scorpuis. Inojin learned that there were seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them had happened during a World Cup match in 1473; that Seekers were usually the smallest and fastest players, and that most serious Quidditch accidents seemed to happen to them; that although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert. The day before Inojin's first Quidditch match the three of them were out in the freezing courtyard during break, and he had conjured them up a bright blue fire that could be carried around in a jam jar. They were standing with their backs to it, getting warm, when Magnus crossed the yard. Inojin noticed at once that Magnus was limping. Inojin, Albus, and Scorpuis moved closer together to block the fire from view; they were sure it wouldn't be allowed.
"Wonder what's wrong with his leg?" Inojin asked as the others stare at him.
The Slytherin common room was very noisy that evening. Inojin, Albus, and Scorpuis sat together next to a wall. Scorpuis was checking Albus's Charms homework for him. He would never let Albus copy ("How will you learn?"), but by asking him and Inojin to read it through, he got the right answers anyway.
The next morning dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match which include a Potter being beaten by his old brother for many too bad they wrong about who would be playing.
"You've got to eat some decent for breakfast."
"I don't want anything else." Inojin answered as take another bite of the chocolate with his oats meal.
"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Scorpuis.
"No. As you wouldn't let me cover it with chocolate and right now all I want is sugar." Inojin answered. In an hour's time he'd be walking onto the field.
By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes. In the locker room, Inojin and the rest of the team were changing into their green Quidditch robes (Gryffindor would be playing in scarlet) in just a few minutes they were about put their plan into action too bad the Gryffindor team hadn't believed their captain but on the bright side he would be go out on a great date paid by a ten year old.
Inojin followed team out of the locker room andwalked onto the field to loud cheers. Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.
"Now, I want a nice fair game, from all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Inojin noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain.
"Mount your brooms, please." Inojin clambered onto his modified old broom. Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle. Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Wedd of Gryffindor — what an excellent Chaser that girl is—" Terry Soman, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall. "And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Laurell, a good find of Colfer's, last year only a reserve — back to Wedd and — no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Laird gains the Quaffle and off he goes — Laird flying like an eagle up there — he's going to sc— no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Snyder and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle — that's Chaser Laurell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Laird, off up the field and — OUCH — that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger — Quaffle taken by the Slytherins — that's Chainani speeding off toward the goal posts, but she's blocked by a second Bludger— nice play by the Gryffindor Beater Cast, anyway, and Wedd back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes — she's really flying — dodges a speeding Bludger — the goal posts are ahead — come on, now, Wedd — Keeper Harris dives — misses — GRYFFINDORS SCORE!" Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.
Way up above them, Inojin was gliding over the game, squinting about for some sign of the Snitch. When Wedd had scored, Inojin had done a couple of loop-the-loops to signal the start of the real game plan. Now he was back to staring around for the Snitch. Once he caught sight of a flash of gold, but it was just a reflection from one of the Gryffindor wristwatches, and once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannonball than anything, but Inojin dodged it and Vincent came chasing after it.
"All right there, Inojin?" he had time to yell, as he beat the Bludger furiously toward Laurell.
"Slytherin in possession," Terry Soman was saying, "Chaser Spooks ducks two Bludgers, two Gryffindor Beater, and Chaser Laurell, and speeds toward the — wait a moment — was that the Snitch?"
A murmur ran through the crowd as Spooks dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear. Inojin saw it. In a great rush of excitement the Slytherin Seeker Daneshvari dived downward after the streak of gold. Gryffindor Seeker Potter had seen it, too. Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch — all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch. Daneshvari was faster than Potter — he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead — he put on an extra spurt of speed — WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Slytherin below — As a Bludger had blocked Daneshvari, and Daneshvari's broom spun off course, Daneshvari holding on for dear life.
But in all the confusion, of course, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again. Terry Soman was finding it difficult not to ignore the only player, not interested in the game, "So — after that one must wonder why the Slytherin even have that first year in the game maybe their Potter would be better after all—"
"Terry Soman!" growled Professor McGonagall.
"I mean, after that open and still no movement form Chaser Inojin Yamanaka…"
"Terry Soman, I'm warning you—"
"All right, all right. We continue play, Gryffindor still in possession." Terry Soman was still commentating. "Slytherin in possession — Laird with the Quaffle — passes Laurell — passes Wedd — hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose — only joking, Professor — Slytherins score — Ah no…"
The Slytherins were cheering. Magnus was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Inojin. Inojin seized the Quaffle and scored five times as the crowed look on in wonder at this sudden action as Kai Daneshvari was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him rises his left hand and something gold in his hand.
"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.
Inojin hadn't broken any rules and Terry Soman was unhappily shouting the results — Slytherin had won by two hundred and ten points to seventy. Inojin heard none of this, though. He was busy being hug by the injured Chase he'd replaced – Violet Spooks, with Albus and Scorpuis.
"Alright Vio, that enough let my assistant coach go," Chris said as he smiled at the Gryffindor teams look at them wondering what the hell had just happened.
Well that was fair thing to wonder, one would have to look into play by play or more simply at the plan. The plan had been mastermind by a ten year old so it was understandable how the other house hadn't seen it coming. On Hallowe'en night the Slytherin Captain Chris Laird had inform the house that they were down one Chaser due to injury, Violet Spook a fifth year who was a sub till her third year when she herself filled in for a seven year play, and the three normally reserved play were also not able to play. The assistant coach, Inojin Yamanaka, had serenely told the table they would lie till the game as they were unable to withdraw. This of course was meat with questioning but the house simple kept the terms put forward by the ten year old in the end. The lie was that a first-year, Albus Potter, would replace the Seeker, Kai Daneshvari, for this one game as the Seeker replaces the Chaser. Only two people were left out of the lie, Scorpuis Malfoy and a seven year female prefect who would according to the plan tell the Gryffindor Captain, Simon Colfer, the truth as it would gain the team information on their tactics later on or at least that what ten year old had lead them to think. He had use the truth as weapon to separate the Gryffindor team apart but the chance that the captain would give his team tactics to the prefect was too low to use it. They let the Gryffindor think that Inojin didn't belong in the game and was just there so that the team had seven player's to play. When Kai when down distracting the crowed while Inojin boast their score with five goals.