Luke Harris and Autumn Chang surprised Ravenclaw with their first performances in today's game, and Ravenclaw's new Quidditch recruits this year were so tough that the Slytherins who were going to be at the stadium to watch the game were very surprised, having been the defending champions of the semester, they had always seen Gryffindor as their main rivals and didn't put much stock in the softball style of Ravenclaw and the only strong player on the pitch, Cedric Diggory. Diggory's one tough Hufflepuff.

As a result, the Gryffindors, who had been blessed with Harry Potter, the youngest player to find a ball in a century, had to divert some of their energies away from their supposed rivals, the Slytherins, and begin to study Ravenclaw.

The students of Hogwarts were buzzing with more interested excitement than in previous years about the fact that it was no longer Slytherin singing solo in the new season this year, and even a number of Muggle-borns who had originally taken an interest in a sport whose rules didn't sound too sensible.

The Gryffindors, knowing of Harry's exploits in flying lessons, were very optimistic about Harry's performance and thought it would be even better than Luke's; while the Slytherins, represented by Draco Malfoy, were badmouthing Potter with impunity every day during meals in the halls and taunting him in class, trying to demoralise Harry and make him play poorly in his next match; and the Ravenclaw Quidditch students, who felt that this year their team had a hope of winning the championships, were also interested in Harry. The Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, Roger Davies, had a different attitude than in previous years, and had become a little overzealous like Gryffindor's captain, Oliver Wood - he had prepared three notebooks, and was planning to analyse his own team's tactics by taking notes on the tactics of the other three teams, and on the strengths and weaknesses of their players.

The day after Luke and his team's match, the restaurant was still filled with the aroma of grilled sausages and discussions about Quidditch, and Luke surmised that the house elves probably thought that sausages were a lot like batons, and that it was hard to believe that eating sausages would bring good luck.

"Luke, do you have a moment to talk?" Harry's somewhat stiff voice came from not far behind him.

Luke whipped his head around to watch helplessly as the little boy wizard with glasses made his way towards him before he could respond and hastily forked up the last piece of sausage on his plate into his mouth and swallowed it, noting that Hermione was a little frazzled as she helped Harry pick up the tray that was supposed to be in his place and followed him.

Pretending to glance absently at the teachers' table, Luke, who noticed Dumbledore watching everything that was happening in front of him with a smile on his face, allowed his expression to soften a little more, "Of course Harry, but you don't seem to have had breakfast yet."

"Luke, I just don't have an appetite." Harry looked a little perturbed and out of habit turned to his best friend from the muggle school, "Luke, how did you manage to play so well in your first game?"

"Trust me Harry, when you fly up there, you'll look back at all these worries you have now and realise that they can't have any effect on you anymore." Luke winked at Harry as his headmaster was wont to do, "I hear Miss Granger has taken you to see your father's honour."

"Yes." Ron's freckled face was full of wonder, "Honestly Harry, it's quite a mystery, Hermione knows more about you than you do yourself."

"Anyone knows more than me..." stated Harry a little helplessly, the things about himself, the things about his family, he had learnt from other people...

"You should eat something instead of focusing on the conversation." Hermione finally moved Harry's plate over to place it in front of him at this point, still staring at Luke beside Harry, feeling a little puffed up she turned back around again to try and get Harry a glass of pumpkin juice, her shaggy, thick hair sweeping into Luke's eyes as she turned around as well.

Ron moved closer to Luke and whispered an explanation, "Luke, I'm sorry, Hermione's a bit jealous of you, she only gets second every time and not as many extra points as you..."

Rubbing his own eyes Luke looked at Miss Know-It-All with some amusement, he just thought that the other's competitive expression paired with the slightly bared teeth in a little beaver rat look was still quite cute.

"We'll protect you, Princess Hallie." The Weasley twins scurried over as well, Fred pointing at Harry with a grin, "George and I, as batsmen, are tasked with protecting you from getting punched in the face too much, but can't pack a punch, it's kind of a rough game."

"No one's ever died, but..." shrugged George, "Occasionally someone disappears...but after a month or two they turn up."

"Fuck off!" Ron waved his two brothers away and looked at Harry reassuringly, "They're just scaring you, it's the most fun sport ever and you're going to be the best player ever."

"Good luck today Potter." A conspiratorial voice sounded behind them in the shadows, "Since you can be cocky enough to risk your life on a troll, I'm sure you're confident that you have the strength of a Harris, and that a Quidditch match is more than enough, even if it's against a Slytherin? Too bad it wasn't you who met the troll that day..."

Professor Severus Snape, Dean of Slytherin and professor of Potions, had the voice of a silent bat, drifting over at some point he had just finished his sarcastic comment, his eyes darting between Luke and a few of the Gryffindors before he left the auditorium with a slight limp.

Luke inwardly sighed helplessly, "Well damn...just eased up a bit with the professor getting a grudge by association again for making contact with Harry."

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"What happened to his leg?" Harry wondered a little.

Edward, who had only just finished eating across the room, sniffed and replied casually, "You don't know? He's been injured for a few days now...right after Halloween I found him in class like this."

"No wonder he stopped walking around while giving us lessons!" Ron said with a sudden realisation pulling back his loud voice, "And not docking them points when Fleiger was sneaking around helping Neville, I thought he'd changed his mind..."

Harry glanced around at the Ravenclaws to find their attention drawn to Ron and said in what he thought was a very low-pitched voice to Hermione beside him, "I think it was Snape that night who used a troll to sound out an opportunity to break into the room guarded by the three-headed dog but got bitten so he limped off..."

"It was Professor Snape! Harry!" Hermione also said to Harry in what she thought was a lowered voice, "And why would he mess with a three-headed dog? His saliva could have made the wound less...oh...so he's still limping..."

Harry was lost in his own thoughts as he continued to whisper to himself, "Hagrid took something out of the Ancient Spirit Cabinet, he said it was highly classified it was official Hogwarts business, so Snape must have been trying to steal this thing guarded by the three-headed dog."

Luke was a little embarrassed to be watching from the sidelines as the two young lions were talking in voices they thought only each other could hear, and he was now too embarrassed to even try to use a cough to alert them to the situation.

But after all that, Harry's spirits to did improve a bit, and the young lions in their Gryffindor uniforms proceeded to eat their breakfast right there on the long Ravenclaw table...

By eleven o'clock, the Quidditch field was abuzz with people, and it seemed as if the entire school had gathered here.

Harry Potter and the Gryffindor players had entered the waiting area.

Captain Oliver Wood inclined his head at his new first year teammate who looked a little nervous beside him, "Scared, Harry?"

Harry admitted with a nod to his captain, "A little."

"It's normal, I was like that before I took the field for the first time."

"And after you got on the field?"

"Can't remember." Oliver Wood said matter-of-factly, "I got hit in the back of the head by a wandering ball two minutes into that game and was in a coma for a week at Madame Pomfrey's in the school nurse's office."

"......" Harry stopped talking and just stifled a gulp.

In the audience, Ron and Hermione made their way to the top row to join the fans made up of Seamus, Fleiger and Neville.

To surprise Harry, they had previously used a bedsheet soiled by Spotty the Mouse to draw a huge banner that said Potter will win, Dean Thomas, a small black wizard who was good at painting quite literally, and a very large Gryffindor lion underneath it, and then Hermione had done a clever magic trick to make the paint on the banner shimmer with different colours.

However, this idea was plagiarised by Edward, who had seen the Gryffindor's creative process, and made it more 'magical' under improvement, and had already used it early in the Ravenclaw tournament - which had caused some of the Slytherins to start laughing at the group of Gryffindors Copying is not good enough...

Watching with some amusement as the Gryffindor 'genuine' banner was mistaken for a pirated copy by a few Hufflepuffs as well, Luke looked at the event in front of him, which had been attended by students from all four Houses, and suddenly realised that this was a good opportunity, a good chance to continue exploring the secrets of the Rowena Ravenclaw statue.

Saying and doing, Luke left the stands under the pretext of convenience, then used one of his robe's illusion spells and began to quickly sweep towards his own common room in the Ravenclaw tower.

Sure enough, there was no one in Ravenclaw's common room at this time, and Luke, in a repeat of his trick, moved his chair to the back of the statue, scurried up in a single bound, and placed the crown above the hair of the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw.

At the same time, Luke's other hand will goddess of fortune Fowles' magic ball from the system storage compartment out, with and modern incantation contrast seems a bit obscure magic text a little bit out of Luke's mouth, Fowles' magic ball gradually emit fluorescent light, the light convergence into a beam, Luke aimed the beam of light to the Ravenclaw's crown, the mutation appeared.

The crown, like an old garment fading away, slowly returned to its original shape, from the centre to the sides. It was shaped like an eagle spreading its wings, the feathers were made of countless crystalline diamonds, and the curves of each feather were artistic. Its belly was set with a huge dark blue gemstone, whose prongs and angles reflected a dazzling light.

Below the jewel hung a muddy round and a jewel of the same material shaped like a teardrop. The bottom edge of the crown was engraved with the famous Ravenclaw motto - "Excessive intelligence is man's greatest asset."

"It worked!" Luke was excited.

The statue of Rowena Ravenclaw rotated gracefully to one side, leaking out a circular narrow passage.

The sides of the passageway were covered with some linen-backed velvet-nylon tapestries that had been under a protective spell, with designs embroidered in fine threads of eight colours, including red, yellow, black, purple, and white, and the use of various colour combinations that, although they looked a little simplistic to modern eyes, were also of great artistic expression.

The motifs drawn inside mainly consisted of the experiences of a tall brunette witch in a blue costume - who Luke felt would be Lady Rowena Ravenclaw herself - and apart from the fact that some of her experiences could be squared with the history of magic, halfway through the story there appeared to be a yellow-haired boy wizard one size shorter than the Ravenclaw lady who had been studying alongside the Ravenclaw, Playing, hunting and other life scenes, and after that there were scenes with the other three founders running the school after the establishment of Hogwarts, their images came to life, but Luke had no time to take a closer look, just glanced over, and inwardly just spat out the height of the founder of his own academy seemed to seem even taller than that of the tapestry's Godric Gryffindor.

Not much further out, a rumbling sound was heard as the statue moved back into place, and the alleyway snapped to life with an eerie blue light; it turned out that wall sconces had been set up every ten paces above the walls.

Turned three corners, Luke came to a bronze gate, this gate is extremely majestic, two doors in the middle of the carving of two eagles looking at each other, the door around a circle carved with ripples, shaped like the waves of the sea. In the middle of the two huge bronze door ring is quietly lying on the door.

The doors reminded Luke uncontrollably of the method of entry to the Ravenclaw common room. Luke pulled out the dragonhide protective gloves that were only used in Herbology class and let them wrap around his left hand hand, his right hand held his wand tightly ready to cast the universal counterspell at the door of the room before this pulled up the door ring and snapped the door three times.

The dull clang of metal from the buckled door was like a flood of bells, and Luke instantly felt as if he were thinking of a thousand years, and the ancient and vicissitudes of the world came over him.

An azure light emanated from the eyes of two eagles, pooling together to form a screen on which the famous Ravenclaw motto was still written.