"What?!"
One early morning on the weekend, Harry was dragged out of bed by Draco as usual before he woke up. He planned to watch the Quidditch match. However, he stayed up too late last night and was so drowsy that he couldn't even pick up the knife. Draco I originally wanted to sit back in my college, but after taking a look at him, I simply sat next to him, forked a piece of bread and soaked it in the creamy soup until soft, then pushed him and asked him to take a spoon and eat every bite, and then poured it into him. A few sips of lemon juice made him sober.
Several Ravencw students who also got up early looked at them and whispered to each other - this was a spectacle. The arrogant and dignified Malfoy helped others do trivial things.
But many people are used to this scene, just like Ron sitting on the table next to the Ravencw long table. He is holding a plate of pudding and praising Hermione about how sweet the pudding is. Delicious, how soothing his empty stomach...
Hermione pouted a little irritably: "If you have a stomachache, don't blame me for not warning you - if you eat cold pudding on an empty stomach, you deserve it even if you have diarrhea!"
"Oh, Neville, look at her," Ron shook his head nonchalantly, "It's just a serving of pudding, how could I have a stomachache-" After saying that, he put another spoonful of pudding into his mouth and glanced at the door again. , "Hey, look, isn't that the captain of Ravencw's team?"
I saw Ravencw's Quidditch captain hurriedly walking over from the gate, looking anxious and embarrassed. Finally, he walked to his long table and stopped in front of one of his juniors——
Seeing this, both Ron and Hermione were a little surprised, and both opened their mouths.
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Harry had just finished eating the soup-soaked bread when he was bombarded with messages. He was still a little unconscious, so when the Quidditch captain told him his purpose, he didn't come back to his senses for at least eight seconds.
"It's going to be a game between you and Hufflepuff soon," Draco pointed at the guy on his shoulder in shock, "You're going to replace the Seeker with him?! What a joke, he didn't even bring his own broom! You let a new The newbie in the Ding Dynasty is just going to fly into the sky on an inappropriate broomstick to play in the competition?"
Draco was certainly proud of his extraordinary flying talent, but even he knew that you couldn't play Quidditch without sufficient preparation - it was indeed a crazy and dangerous sport.
"Look at him, he's still wearing glasses -" Draco held the most voluptuous part of Harry's body - his face - with both hands, and emphasized, "If he drops his glasses after he goes up, he will be like a There is no difference between a blind person.”
"In our academy, only Harry can guarantee that he won't break his bones within thirty minutes." The Quidditch captain couldn't laugh or cry. "Last night we held a pep rally for Chambers, but someone took the wrong plate, causing half of the team members to eat He had a bad stomach and was lying in the hospital wing... Others drank the magic potion and were fine, but for the Seeker position, there was no way to find Chambers as a substitute. He was already nervous, but now he was scared to death and his legs were weak. He fell off the broomstick just now and broke his leg... In short, he can't play." The Quidditch captain was extremely sincere, "We can't let someone who is not good at flying go up - even if he can't fly. It’s not possible to find the Golden Snitch, as it’s easy to get injured, so you can only find someone who is good at flying.”
Draco and Harry looked at each other, both speechless at this development.
"I'll lend you Nimbus 2001," Draco became a little interested after the shock. Watching Harry play Quidditch was a good but unplanned entertainment, "Then you can quickly Game over.”
The Quidditch captain felt that Harry could choose a slower broom: "Harry has not been trained yet, and he may not be able to adapt to a high-speed broom."
"Nonsense, he can fly a broom more fiercely than me," Draco said immediately. "As long as there are no obstacles in front of him, he can fly at high speed for two hours."
Harry was worried to death: "I...I don't even know the rules of Quidditch! How can I go up to the game! I can't!"
"Then we have to forfeit this game." The Quidditch captain sighed.
This made Harry feel embarrassed again - competing for the college was not a loss-making thing, for most boys, this was simply a dream opportunity.
but he? He can't do it. He has never played official Quidditch. He doesn't understand Quidditch... He didn't even bring his own broom. The game should be played by people who like, understand and are more familiar with Quidditch.
"You are the seeker, and you only need to find the Golden Snitch," Draco said. "As long as you don't sit on the broom and point your wand at others, no one will tell you a foul even if you sleep on the goal."
"Don't worry, Harry," Luna, who was sitting in front of them and wearing a huge lion's head hat, said quietly: "Although I heard from my father that in Quidditch matches, seekers have the highest probability of injury. ...But as long as you are careful, there is an 85% chance of being unscathed. If you do, you will definitely be fine."
If it were anyone else, Harry would have thought she was gloating, but this was Luna, and as long as she spoke so quietly, Harry knew she was speaking very seriously.
"Besides, my hunch tells me...no one else can."
As she spoke, Luna inserted her fork into a small piece of meat steak. The medium-ripe meat steak was dripping with juice, and the tomato sauce on it was dripping like blood, covering the whole plate with its red color.
"..." To be honest, Harry was more worried, but at the same time he felt that the Quidditch captain was right.
No one is more familiar with flying than him. With him on the field, the safety factor is indeed the highest.
"Then...what do I need to prepare?" He thought for a long time and finally agreed. However, since it was the first official competition, he still asked.
The Quidditch captain patted his shoulder: "Wear more armor... Speaking of which, are you afraid of pain?" After saying that, he squeezed Harry's shoulder, "It would be nice if you were stronger, you're so thin. Collide……"
"..."
I can't accept your words. Harry thought helplessly.
More and more people were eating breakfast. Zhang Qiu also came to the hall to eat with a few senior students. She drank a sedative and was in a much better mood. However, when the girls heard that Harry was going to be the one to replace Zhang Qiu, The Seekers all became worried - Harry didn't look very strong, even his wrists and ankles were thin, and everyone was worried that he might be injured during the game.
The Quidditch captain had to explain to the group of girls: "Only Harry can fly well enough. His figure makes him flexible enough. If someone else came up, he might not just be hit by the ball a few times." "
Draco immediately shouted to the long table in his college: "Goyle! Crabbe! Go get my Nimbus 2001!"
"No, no, no," Harry quickly stopped him, "I'll just use the school broom -"
"Nonsense, the school's brooms are not easy to turn around," Draco said bluntly, "Hufflepuff's seeker is Cedric Diggory. You can definitely defeat him if you sit on the nimbus, but since you are so 'delicate'," He clicked his tongue and looked at Harry, "For the sake of the hearts of your seniors, you have to dodge all the Bludgers, so what other options are there besides Nimbus 2001?" After saying that, he pushed Harry and said to Qui Captain Diqi said, even more excited than Harry, and even gearing up. The shock just now dissipated like the wind, "Let him change the team uniform quickly - it's finally my turn to doze off in the audience!"
Harry: "…………"
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Although Hufflepuff is not good at competitions, Professor Sprout will not miss every game of her children. Even if she loses in the end, she is always happy in the professor's gallery, never depressed, and always comes. is the earliest.
But today she was surprised.
"Oh, Professor Felton, good morning." She looked at Felton, who had come for who knows how long and was sitting in the audience like a statue, and her tone of voice was so surprised, "Are you here to watch the Quidditch match?"
"Yes." Felton said, "Good morning, Professor Sprout."
Professor Sprout was even more surprised. Last semester, Felton didn't watch a single game. However, in today's game, there was no Slytherin Academy. Felton had no reason to watch this game.
But so what, maybe this young man just wanted to get some fresh air. Professor Sprout thought about it for a while, then put the matter aside and sat happily in his front row: "I've never seen you express any opinions on Quidditch. Are you interested in Quidditch?"
"It used to be, but not anymore." Felton said very calmly. "It's not suitable for me to ride on a broom and play some crazy balls."
"Don't say that," Professor Sprout said. "You are so young. Sometimes even I have the idea of riding on a broom and flying around."
"The mentality is no longer suitable for Quidditch. It has nothing to do with age." Felton said.
"You are really like Severus in some ways," Professor Sprout sighed. "That's what he said to me when I advised him to raise a few pots of flowers in the cellar."
The corners of Felton's mouth twitched a few times, and he didn't know whether it was because he was 'like Severus' or because he was 'raising a few pots of flowers in the cellar'.
"Speaking of which, there is a new kid in your college, right?" Professor Sprout said, "Draalfoy, I remember this kid is only in the second grade."
"He's already flying pretty well," Felton replied calmly. "He's been holding a broomstick longer than anyone else. It's time to make some contribution to the academy."
"That's great," Professor Sprout exclaimed. "Speaking of which, Harry's kid's flying talent is also very good... I just heard that he has no intention of playing Quidditch. I think his father... ugh..." At this point , she was a little sad, after all, James and Lily were both her students.
"You can take a good look at it today," Felton said. "I heard he's going to play today."
"Is that so?" Professor Sprout said in surprise, "I've never heard of this!"
"You just need to look," Felton said calmly.
"What are you discussing?"
Professor Magall, with her hair tied up in a high bun and wearing a black robe, quickly walked into the teachers' viewing area and sat down.
"I heard from Professor Felton that Harry will appear today." Harry has always been a good student. Even Professor Sprout likes him, so he talked about it in a very friendly tone. "It's been more than ten years since we've seen one." Potter caught the spy on the Quidditch pitch."
"Really!" Professor Magall was also very surprised, "Is this news accurate?"
"Look there," Felton said, pointing in a direction, "There's no Xavier sitting next to Malfoy."
The two ladies looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, there was no Harry beside Draco in the Slytherin auditorium.
His words made Professor Magall couldn't help but smile: "You can't use this as a basis."
"They've always been inseparable," Felton said. "That's why."
"Thinking about how many secret fights their fathers did when they were young," Professor Sprout sighed, "I think this is really amazing."
"As long as fathers don't instill hatred in their children all day long," Professor Magall said, "children can always get along harmoniously as long as they have the same temperament."
"Oh, oh, the players are ready to enter." Flitwick walked into the viewing gallery and said eagerly, stood on the stool and looked around, then smiled very heartily, "Let me see... oh, not bad, That’s a good choice. Not bad, not bad!”
A Potter holding the latest broom sounded very powerful... at least to the professors who witnessed James Potter.
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"Let's see...oh, he's at the end." Bsie looked around with the mentality of watching the fun, and then tapped Draco's shoulder in the front row, "Blue is quite suitable for him - but if you want me Say, your Quidditch uniform definitely suits him better."
"He has such beautiful green eyes," Daphne Greengrass said.
Draco hummed a few words, but looked quite satisfied as Harry came out of the preparation room with his Nimbus 2001, following a group of seniors who were at least two heads taller than him. He looked a little petite, as if The ones at the back of the Russian nesting dolls are fortunately not too short.
Since he was originally a temporary player, he received looks and surprises from many students as soon as he appeared on the stage. The atmosphere on the court, which was not quiet and heated, became even more lively now.
Harry was wearing a makeshift blue team uniform, the size of which had been modified by a magic spell to be either too big or too small. He also wore a pair of white gloves on his hands, and a small brooch pinned to the uniform looked insignificant. It was inconspicuous, but Draco knew it was for protection.
The more eye-catching part is his face - not to mention the disappeared lightning scar, just his pair of green eyes that are finally not obscured by the old-fashioned glasses are attractive enough.
For some reason, Draco felt inexplicably satisfied when he saw such an eye-catching Harry, more satisfied than himself being eye-catching - maybe because such an eye-catching person was his friend.
"Where did his glasses go..." Pansy bit her nails and looked over there, "I thought I could finally see him take off his glasses."
"It's just a vision spell," Bsie said. "Although it's temporary, it's enough. There are many people in Ravencw who have learned this spell, right?"
"He's afraid that the glasses will break in the process," Draco said slowly. "I said if he broke one pair, I would give him three pairs, but he likes the dirty and crumbled glasses."
"I think those glasses are pretty good," Bsie smiled slightly, "Look, as soon as he takes them off, I'm sure a lot of girls will be obsessed with him now, don't you think so, Draco?"
"...Shut your mouth, Bsie."
Draco's high mood suddenly fell to the bottom because of these words.
The author has something to say: I hope there will be a second release!
Let me write about the competition slowly... To be honest, since I am a rule loser, I haven't figured out the rules yet... I have to look for relevant books...
I have changed the previous chapter with repeated paragraphs. If you are interested, you can read it again~
