HP: I Have "Pure" Magic Chapter 39:

It was the Quidditch match today and I was having breakfast on the Ravenclaw table.

Since it's the weekend, there are no classes. The match starts at 11 and it's 9 o'clock right now.

While I was leisurely eating my breakfast, the surroundings were already calculating the odds and predicting the outco of the ga.

Yeah, Ravenclaws are much more interested in these kinds of things than the ga itself.

Of course, when there's sport, there's gambling. Hogwarts isn't an exception. You just have to find it.

Among the house, Ravenclaw has the most well organized betting pool. You can see odds for all kinds of outcos.

"Why did you bet so much on Harry catching the snitch?" asked Anthony Goldstein.

The odds happened to be against the youngest seeker's favor. So, of course, I had to take advantage to that.

The attention of others sitting near us also got attracted to . Damn, I forgot to ask him to keep his mouth shut about this matter.

"You're gambling?!" Padma exclaid while looking at as if I was a kid who had just used a swear word. Well, of course, good kids do not use bad words, nor do they take part in gambling. Padma was always... the good girl, while her sister was the rebellious one.

"What? Is there any rule against underage gambling? I asked innocently.

"You're not afraid of losing?" Asked Terry Boots, "After all, that's all your hard earned money."

I rolled my eyes. Of course Anthony told Terry. In the first place, the reason Anthony even knew about it was because I asked him to place the bet in his na. He's a pureblood and the seventh years who have organised the betting won't back down if he won. I have done my research. And of course Anthony won't take it for himself because a) He's already loaded(pureblood), b) He's a good friend. c) He knows enough about know not to cross . Of course upto now, there's bound to be a number to small nuisances coming to irritate here and there. So he's got a show of what happens if get irritated.

In the first place, I am actually richer than Anthony's 18 generations combined, so there's no problem even if he take it. But I can't show them my money without causing suspicion. Where did an orphan get money. So after my howork schedule was filled, I helped the students from years 1 to 3 in theory and practical magic in return for a small fee. This would explain to them how my pockets are always filled despite being an orphan.

Of course, I only asked for paid compensation from those who I don't know. In case of friends, asking them to do my howork is enough.

Even they think it's too convenient for them. After all, howork was never a problem for a Ravenclaw and we also have the sa howork. And in return for sothing they can do very easily I can explain the process a lot better then the professors since I can literally feel the whole response of magic to every little detail when I try casting using different thods. So, I don't tell them to sit in front of the matchstick for hours, I have faster thods. Yes, it still takes ti since there are things that can only be done through practice, but I can tell at a glance what's the flaw in their approach. It's like the difference between 2G and 3G.

Now, where were we? yeah, Terry asked if I not afraid of losing-

"What else would I do with the money?" I asked.

"....."

That left everyone stumped. We couldn't go to the hogsad yet, the first and second years were required to bring enough stationary to last a year, everything else, I already had or was regularly provided. I didn't need money to pay soone to help .

I just laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't lose. After all, I personally trained Harry."

"Did you, really?"

"Are you kidding?"

"When?"

"Liar."

All kinds of responses were thrown at . I just laughed it off. "You'll see."

Two hours later~

Both the teams were standing on the pitch.

Madam hooch said sothing and blew the whistle. Oh, wasn't she telling them to play fair? How naive! Just you wait! Marcus Flint would spit on your face by doing a foul within a few minutes.

Lee Jordan started his comntary.

"And the Quaffle is taken imdiately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too "

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor."

Haha, this guy's still the sa.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve back to Johnson and no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes Flint flying like an eagle up there he's going to sc no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, 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 Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goalposts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes she's really flying dodges a speeding Bludger the goalposts are ahead co on, now, Angelina Keeper Bletchley dives misses GRYFFINDOR SCORE!"

*CHEERS*

'Hmm, this is going according to the script so far.' I observed amid the cheers. Then I glanced back at Harry.

He celebrated a bit when Angelina scored, but got back to circling the pitch right after, searching for the snitch.

"This had better end quickly like you said." said Dora, who was sitting on the stands beside . She had a large size bucket of butter pop corn in her lap along with cola.

"Where did you get this from anyway? It's surprisingly delicious." She said between cute munches if pop corn.

I had told her that it would take at most an hour today for the match to end. You see, Quidditch March can stretch out really long if the snitch decides not to show up. That's why she was hesitating to in the first place.

"Don't worry, I asked the god to finish the ga quickly for you."

"Ha. ha. very funny." She said sarcastically while slurping the cola. "I bet the god would even revive you if you're so funny."

'Ooh.' That one really did so damage here.... After all, I did 'revive' here in this world for being 'funny'. Though I didn't do any of that consciously.

*sigh* *crunch* *crunch* I ate my pop corn, deep in thought.

But then I heard Lee comntary-

"It seems that Harry Potter here is having so difficulty with his broom. It seem to be trying to throw him off-

'Damn! already?' I glanced up and sure enough, Harry was clutching onto his broom for dear life while it jerked and bucked violently.