Up until the end of class, Mikel still hadn't found the right person, and over the next few days, he appeared quite troubled.
Kael thought that the "messy-haired person" mentioned by Professor Trelawney was very likely Harry.
She probably got the match schedule wrong, thinking Gryffindor's next opponent was Hufflepuff, so she said that.
Besides, Harry's hair was perpetually messy, and he couldn't be bothered to tidy it up.
And this idea was confirmed a few days later.
Fred told Kael that he too was named by Professor Trelawney.
"She got my name wrong, thought I was George." Fred said between laughs at the dining table, "She also told me to beware of a handsome black-haired man, I bet it's either you or Cedric..."
"Oh, Fred." George exclaimed exaggeratedly, "I think we should stay away from Kael, Professor Trelawney warned us."
"Yeah." Fred laughed, "He might turn into a Fire Dragon and swallow us whole..."
"Or knock us off our brooms on the Quidditch Pitch..."
"Too bad our match is over..."
"He'll have to wait until next year to do that..."
"So Kael, can you turn into a Fire Dragon?"
The two of them joked together, seemingly finding it an amusing topic.
Kael was now even more certain; it seemed Professor Trelawney indeed got the match schedule mixed up.
But that wasn't surprising; ever since Dementors appeared on the pitch, Professor Trelawney hadn't attended any matches... at least Kael hadn't seen her in the teacher's stand.
...
On the last weekend before Easter, the match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw began.
Ravenclaw seemed to want to replicate Hufflepuff's strategy from their last game, shifting their team focus from the Seeker to the Chasers, attempting to close the score gap through relentless scoring.
However, Oliver Wood had anticipated this, and had arranged specific trainings for his team beforehand.
Moreover, Ravenclaw lacked an exceptional Chaser capable of consistently breaking through Wood's goal.
Consequently, Ravenclaw was left bewildered.
As the match started, their offensive rhythm was disrupted.
Angelina Johnson received the Quaffle thrown by Wood, and like an arrow, she charged forward and tossed the ball into Ravenclaw's goal with a backhand.
Twenty minutes later, the score was 20:80.
The Ravenclaw stands were silent; it felt as though they had returned to those dark times two years ago.
Back then, their team was all about participation, with almost no hope of winning.
After another twenty minutes, Gryffindor was already leading by a hundred and fifty points, meaning unless Cho managed to catch the Golden Snitch immediately, Ravenclaw had no hope of victory.
However, in reality, Harry eventually caught the Golden Snitch, securing the win.
"You should've waited a bit longer, Harry, at least until we scored more..."
After the game, Wood frowned in the locker room, remarking, "Now we're only two hundred points ahead of Hufflepuff, which is risky; they could overtake us in the final match."
"Hmm..." Harry ruffled his hair, "But Cho had already spotted the Golden Snitch and nearly caught it..."
"Then stall her, or drive the Snitch away!" Wood blurted out, "This is about winning the Quidditch Cup, not the time to be gentlemen..."
Harry said nothing; he didn't want to give Cho a bad impression... besides, holding the game for forty minutes was already excessive.
"It's okay, Oliver..." Fred and George eventually stepped in to ease the situation, "Hufflepuff might not score that much."
"And the Slytherin Team's strength is... um... notable..." George said insincerely, "Maybe they'll win the match."
"But we're only ahead of Slytherin by two hundred and fifty points." Wood noted.
"Then let's hope they catch the Golden Snitch in five minutes." Fred suggested, "The Slytherin Seeker isn't too sharp; if he spots the Golden Snitch, he'll definitely charge for it heedlessly."
"Exactly." George agreed, "Once Malfoy makes a move, Cedric will have to follow just like Harry did."
"Hopefully that's the case." Wood sighed and led everyone out of the locker room.
Coincidentally, the Ravenclaw team was leaving as well.
Wood attempted to greet them, but they seemed not to notice and walked straight off the pitch.
Harry watched Cho walk away without turning back, hesitating whether to find an opportunity to apologize and mend ties.
But he quickly dismissed the idea.
Because the Easter holidays had arrived.
Unlike the previous Christmas, the two-week Easter break was less joyful.
The overwhelming amount of homework was distressing.
"This is worse than no break at all."
One afternoon, Mikel abruptly dropped his quill in the common room while working on homework, exclaiming, "During school we have evenings free for our interests, but now we're stuck here, endlessly facing piles of homework!"
The surrounding students instantly resonated with his words.
Susan Bones, sitting in the corner, couldn't help but complain too: "The exams are far away, what are they doing?"
The common room quickly filled with successive complaints, as students criticized the professors for assigning so much homework.
"Kael, have you finished your Switching Spell essay?" Conna asked quietly, "How many essays did McGonagall assign?"
"There are a total of twelve Transfiguration Technique essays, and I think there are three on the Switching Spell." Kael replied.
"What are the exact topics..."
"There's so much homework lately I can't remember clearly." Kael gestured to a thick pile of parchment beside him, "But I wrote the Transfiguration Class essays first, they're all done, you can check there."
"Alright..."
Conna sifted through the stack of parchment and quickly found the Transfiguration Class essays at the bottom.
"Summarize the errors leading to Switching Spell failures?" She exclaimed in surprise, "I always thought it was a theoretical analysis."
As Kael mentioned, the abundant assignments made it easy to mix up content.
These days, the common room frequently echoed with someone's wails over writing the wrong homework.
However, someone later told them not to worry, and just make sure the quantity is right since, with so much homework, the professors couldn't possibly read each one.
This reassurance helped those on the brink of collapse return to normal.