Okay, he didn’t like that so much anymore. He had trained assiduously. He was a very good player. Possibly the best in the school, he was pretty sure of it. But he couldn’t prove any of that if he played against Granger. Because beating someone who had never played a fucking match in their life had no merit whatsoever. And the whole school knew Granger didn’t play Quidditch. He was going to look like an idiot, like someone mediocre, even if he caught the Snitch. No one would be surprised if he did.