”Hello students, I am Oliver Wood and I play the role of keeper for Puddlemere United. Some of you may recognise me from the old Gryffindor quidditch team.
This game will take place for two reasons. One, because quidditch’s a great game and doesn’t need a reason, but the second is special. Some of you may know that the great Albus Dumbledore enjoyed watching quidditch. You may also know that he supported Puddlemere United. For this reason, we will hold a game. Now I hope you have a great time in the match, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Wood finished and walked out of the hall.

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”Chudley Cannons! They are awesome, I can’t believe it!” Ron said an hour after the meeting.
They were sat in the common rooms talking about what had happened, but something kept bugging Harry.
”What was the reason the head of Durmstrang didn’t come today?” Harry asked.
”Professor Drazen said that he was unavailable, and that he was coming tomorrow. He also said that most of us know who it is, but I’ve been trying to think, who could it be?” Hermione said.
”I dunno, maybe we should wait until tomorrow and find out,” Ron said wanting to talk about the Chudley Cannons. “Do you think we’ll be able to play with them?”
”Maybe, Ron. We have a better chance playing with Puddlemere, because we know Oliver.” Harry said.
”I bet you’re right,” Ron sighed. “Well, at least we get to see them, I can’t wait for tomorrow, I’m going to bed. Good night!”
”Good idea, Ron. We’ll probably have a busy day tomorrow, with Durmstrang around. Good night, I will go to bed.” Hermione said standing up and placing a book about the Chudley Cannons to the side. She always wanted to know what she was going to see.

As she left, Harry found himself alone in the corner of the common room. Some first years were nearby, looking at him. Standing up, he picked up the book and walked to his common room. After all, the last time he had been near a first year he had been kidnapped.

He slowly got changed and then put his two wands next to his bed when he saw something shining. He reached out and pulled it in, but it was only the locket. As he opened it, the notes came out and fell on the floor. He picked them up and read them again. This time, it somehow meant more than just a crumpled up note. Something silver was shining within the ink. Grabbing his wand, Harry muttered, “Lumos,” and looked closer at the note. There was no such silver ink, or if it was there it had faded away.
He sat back in his bed thinking about what had happened he came up with a perfect reason. He was seeing things. That would be it. It had been a tiring day so hallucinations could happen.
Trying to convince himself, he slowly fell asleep.