All this meant Harry's performance in the Quidditch game would be even more important. A win, he was sure, would bury the remaining animosity; a loss would reignite it. Wood ramped up the practices—Filch gritted his teeth, jowls quivering with indignation, when Harry told him that, for the fifth night in a row, he would not be coming to detention—and, despite the pressure, Harry woke up the morning of the game feeling like he had the Quidditch thing under control.