Ravenclaw's second Quidditch match took place in the spring, against the Slytherin Quidditch team.
This team has a bad reputation; in fact, Fred and George describe them as despicable and underhanded.
The Slytherin broomsticks are the best, thanks to the support of those pure-blood families, and they usually get new broomsticks every three to five years.
Generally speaking, Quidditch players tend to prioritize agility.
However, for the Slytherin team, agility can be compensated for by the performance of their flying brooms.
So they used "muscular" and "tall and strong" as selection criteria to create a team of burly men.
Their team style is also known for its brutality and violence. It's common for them to use their physical advantages to cover for each other and then secretly commit fouls.
This information about the Slytherin team all came from Oliver Wood, the "Quidditch Know-It-All".
Although he was the captain of the Gryffindor team, Gryffindor and Slytherin had a long-standing feud.
To avoid Ravenclaw being embarrassed, Wood secretly came to Roger to share the updated information.
There is no doubt that this is a tough match.
At the beginning, the Slytherin team, with their flying broomsticks and the players' teamwork, used cunning fouling techniques to give Ravenclaw a lot of trouble.
Not only did they lose several points, but Roger and Jeremy also injured their arms.
Roger called a timeout, and Vizette quickly picked up his wand and cast a healing spell on them, curing their injuries.
With Wood's intelligence and Roger's encouragement, Ravenclaw made quick adjustments.
They imitated Hufflepuff's defensive strategy, gathering their teammates outside the scoring zone, and then gradually closing the gap thanks to Vizette's agility and speed.
After nearly twenty minutes of play, Cho Chang finally adapted to the pace of the game and caught the Golden Snitch before Slytherin's Seeker could react, ending the fierce battle.
The victory, achieved through hardship and adversity, was etched into Vizette's memory and etched into his soul's labyrinth.
After the game, other things happened, such as Snape canceling his private lessons for the week.
And when Snape taught the following week, he suddenly became much more sarcastic, giving the feeling of returning to the beginning of the school year.
This is understandable; as the head of Slytherin, it's only natural for him to complain when his team loses.
Vizette was already familiar with Snape's way of speaking, and the best approach was to simply smile.
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Snape cornered Quirrell in an empty classroom and began with a sharp incantation, "Expelliarmus!"
A dazzling red light filled the entire classroom, Quirrell's wand flew high into the air and landed in Snape's hand.
Quirrell, struck by the disarming charm, collapsed to the ground, managing a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Professor Snape... what... what are you planning to do?"
"Three months isn't enough time for you to figure things out?" Snape looked down at him. "Have you forgotten what you promised me back then?"
"Professor Quirrell, let me help you recall! You probably already know how to get through Hagrid's Fluffy, right?"
"Heh...heh..." Quirrell looked around, trying to hide the panic in his eyes and the guilt of losing his wand.
Snape shouted, "Professor Quirrell, it's the last week! If you don't act now and retrieve the Philosopher's Stone for the Dark Lord, you'll be in for a terrible death!"
Quirrell was incredibly surprised. "You...you knew everything!"
"Don't think I don't know your little tricks!" Snape crossed his arms. "That dragon egg Rubeus Hagrid got, wasn't it? It was probably bait you sent out."
"You only have one path to take! Either tell me where the Dark Lord is, and you'll get the way to pass the potion challenge; or... you'll die here!"
"Okay…okay…" Quirrell seemed drained of all his strength, even his eyes became vacant. "Actually, I don't know where he is…"
"He will contact me on the day of the operation... Only then will I be able to obtain his real address and present the Philosopher's Stone to him."
"This is the last time I'll trust you!" Snape tossed his wand back to Quirrell. "I'll wait until that day to tell you how to pass the Potions challenge!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Quirrell quickly grabbed his wand and scrambled out of the classroom.
He ran all the way back to his office, skillfully cast a spell on the door, and then untied the strip of cloth.
He swallowed hard and gasped for air until Voldemort grew impatient and finally spoke up, telling him that Snape had come to see him.
"It does seem like that..." Voldemort yawned, "There's a bit of... the desperation of a stray dog to find its owner."
Quirrell finally calmed down and cautiously asked, "Master... what do you plan to do?"
"He's willing to be an ally, so of course we should grant his request." Voldemort's eyes glowed crimson. "Wait another week, until those students finish their exams!"
"Then they'll have plenty of time, making it easier for you to create chaos! If the plan changes, you can use these students to find an opportunity to escape!"
Quirrell said weakly, "Great master...you are so wise!"
"As for Snape... I'll give you a list of potion ingredients and have him send them there!" Voldemort grinned with a sinister satisfaction at the flattery.
"If he provides a real solution and is even willing to offer the potion ingredients, then he does have some use, and I'm willing to let the stray dog go home..."
He yawned again. "We also need to figure out a way to distract Dumbledore...that'll require your wisdom..."
"I…I understand…" Quirrell said weakly.
Having endured so much torment, he was now too weak to resist and subconsciously chose to submit.
"And... I need to go to the Forbidden Forest tomorrow and kill a unicorn. I need its blood..." Voldemort's voice lowered, sounding somewhat drowsy.
Quirrell said in a panic, "But...but unicorn blood has a deadly curse!"
Voldemort scoffed: "Quirinus, this is the consequence of not letting the Obscurials brew potions... Do you understand? This is your own fault!"
"This is what happens when you try to be a...good professor! Getting unicorn blood from the Forbidden Forest...I don't want to repeat myself..."
He threatened wearily, "This is my last act of mercy towards you, after all, your body is still useful, understand?"
The crimson light disappeared, and Voldemort seemed to fall into a deep sleep, but Quirrell dared not make any rash moves.
Two months ago, he made a final stand, only to be subjected to the most horrific torture yet.
Even now, whenever he recalls that ordeal, he experiences hallucinations of intense pain throughout his body…