To be honest, Harry wasn't very happy about playing Quidditch in this way.
He likes flying very much, and he has no talent for playing Quidditch... But for him who has always been relatively quiet and prefers to sit and read a book, Quidditch is indeed a very dangerous - very dangerous - A very dangerous sport.
"Yes, my aunt sometimes gives me fighting lessons...but that means my feet are on the floor, so there is a certain degree of safety. I don't want to know how I will fall under the influence of gravity."
This was Harry's answer when asked by some relatives and friends why he was unwilling to play Quidditch.
"Can't you fly?" Draco looked at him as if he were looking at a person holding a treasure without knowing it.
"The question is, a 'group sport' like Quidditch," Harry emphasized, "can I fly?"
——The answer is of course 'no'.
Holding the Nimbus 2001 with Draco's cursive name engraved on it, Harry retracted his sighs about the past and focused on, well, entering the field.
"Don't be afraid, although this is your first time, and you may find this sarcastic...but I think you must be used to the spotlight," the Quidditch captain kept pulling Harry close to him out of self-blame. Taking good care of his emotions, "Although Hufflepuff is a bit stronger, overall it is not as scary as Slytherin. They are very nice people and it is a good start to their Quidditch career. If you feel that something is not safe, Or if you are afraid, don’t force it, you can raise your hand and ask for the game to be suspended, or fly to us immediately..."
Rather, as long as you don't run into Gryffindors and Slytherins, Quidditch is actually no different from football or basketball, except that the risk factor is a little higher... Harry reached out to hold his glasses, and touched his cheek. Only then did I remember that I had accepted the careful vision correction spell from my senior classmates, and my field of vision was now in high definition for a long time... It was as clear as if the video had changed from 720P to 1080P.
"Okay, I understand, Captain." Harry replied obediently.
The Quidditch captain patted him on the shoulder happily, and then led him and the first team of players out of the lounge door.
"Merlin's underwear, this is really the biggest news since the beginning of this school year——"
As soon as he walked into the open field, Harry was startled, and then he remembered that the commentator was using a 'loud bell' to amplify his own voice... which was almost like holding a microphone. Since he usually slept while watching the game, it took Harry a few seconds to realize where the sound was coming from.
"——Harry Potter actually joined Ravencw's Quidditch team!! Oh yes, we should have thought that since it was only the second year, Malfoy became Slytherin's new Seeker, so why not Harry Potter? According to us According to the gossip, they occupy the third and fourth places respectively in the list of "most suitable for showing charm in Quidditch". By the way, the first place Cedric Diggory also happens to be Hufflepuff's seeker, but I I think the rankings will change after this competition, but who knows if Ravencw, who are responsible for the ranking statistics, will——"
"Jordan!"
Harry heard Professor Magall's slightly annoyed voice, probably dissatisfied with the style of turning game commentary into a gossip news station: "You are the commentator -"
"Okay, okay, Professor, in short, this game is worth looking forward to. You must know that the Potter family is the darling of the Quidditch world - has anyone been to the awards showroom? There are a dozen Gryffindors there. The Quidditch awards are all the achievements of Potter's masters——"
Harry suddenly felt as if a dozen of Hank's sandwiches had been stuffed into his stomach. They were hard and difficult to swallow, causing a lot of pressure. If he hadn't already stepped out, he would have even been ready to pull back.
Oops, why did he forget that his biological father was a good Quidditch player? If he had been concerned about this before, he might... well, not agree to play. He is not so shameless and goes to the field to use his raw skills to destroy the illustrious achievements of his predecessors and even his father, and discredit them.
At least he wasn't ready to be 'that Potter' yet.
Harry felt that he was like James Potter in some aspects...such as his appearance, his talent for flying, and his taste for fruits (they both prefer juicy, sweet and sour fruits), but of course there were some differences, such as his eyes. , such as the subjects he is good at (James is good at transfiguration, but Harry is not good at it), and his fiery enthusiasm for Quidditch.
He couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, and paused for a while before continuing to move forward. He silently recited the Quidditch rules countless times, over and over again, not sure whether it was really to keep them in mind or to comfort himself.
On the opposite side of the field, the Hufflepuff players were wearing uniform khaki uniforms. Unlike a group of worried Ravencw, they were in high spirits. As a seeker, Cedric was quite happy to see that his best friend was also a seeker. She smiled at him and nodded.
"-Let's see, let's see, oh," the commentator who was born as a Gryffindor suddenly fixed his eyes on the broom in Harry's hand like many boys, and was filled with envy. "Nimbus 2001! This is the fastest broomstick now. Even though our golden boy is still a newbie in Quidditch, let's not forget that he has accomplished a feat before - riding the same broom with Malfoy. , and then jumped from the air to catch the Golden Snitch! If you ask me, Hufflepuff is in trouble, we all still remember the results of duel practice - Malfoy can't beat his friend from the Eagle Academy!! This proves that he has A body that is more powerful and agile than it looks!"
You're going to be in trouble! Draco gritted his teeth secretly and took note of this.
The Hufflepuff players looked at each other and smiled. They were all at least third grade students. No one really paid attention to this. Harry had always been a very quiet junior. Thinking about the previous Seeker Zhang Qiu, Everyone felt that this boy who was said to have won the first place in the duel field might not necessarily be so majestic on the Quidditch pitch.
"What do you think, Cedric?" one player asked their best player, "that you weren't always good with that kid."
No one dislikes Cedric Diggory - he is hardworking, he is handsome, he is honest, he is diligent and down-to-earth, he is kind to others, and he is excellent in everything. Of course Harry liked such seniors, and would ask him questions about senior students from time to time, and he would answer them patiently. When they met on the street, the two of them would happily say hello.
"He's really good at flying," said Cedric, the most serious one among them. "I've seen him take flying lessons. Although he is only in the second grade and lacks skills, he is really good at flying. … So we still have to be careful, guys, Seeker is never a position where strength wins.”
His words successfully gained the approval of the Hufflepuffs.
Mrs. Hodge, who teaches flying lessons, has always been the referee of Quidditch matches. After she finished talking about a series of things like "Friendship first, competition second", it would be sheer hope if placed between the Lion Court and the Snake Court. At the request, the whistle was blown to start the game, and at the same time, all the balls and players rushed into the sky in an instant.
Since he also had a Nimbus 2001, Harry was quite comfortable with it. He rose up into the sky and scanned the whole place habitually. Unsurprisingly, he saw a few people who had been focusing on him - Hermione, Ron, Neville, of course, had the strongest gaze on Draco.
He forced a smile at these people, waved his hand, then held the broom handle to carefully avoid several rushing bludgers, and flew around the pillars under the four goals in a circle from low to high. One lap. His flying posture was more comfortable than anyone else's and he was very flexible, so about ten minutes into the game he experienced something strange - it was actually difficult for Bludgers to hurt him. After discovering this, he relaxed a lot.
As soon as the game started, the two teams began to throw the ball into the opponent's goal or defend their own goal. Hufflepuff was not a very rude opponent, and he would not fight the enemy with the goal of knocking the opponent off the broom like Slytherin. Fighting to the death... But their competition is still enthusiastic, and the enthusiasm of the audience below, waving flags and shouting, has not diminished one bit.
"You look nervous, Harry." Cedric flew to Harry's side and talked to him, but Harry could find that even though they were talking harmoniously, Cedric's eyes were still looking at the field, which meant that his The goal is still to find the Golden Snitch early.
"No," Harry said easily, "Well, it was a little bit at first," he said with a wry smile, "I was very afraid of being knocked off the broom - just like I was afraid of falling when I was riding a bicycle, you Do you understand?"
"Although I come from a wizarding family, I have still seen bicycles." Cedric laughed. "Why do you have to play if you are afraid of being knocked off?"
"I still like flying, and I'm very academic." Harry controlled the broom and flipped it 90 degrees to avoid the impact of the Bludger. The ball was then blocked by Ravencw's goalkeeper, "Scared It doesn't mean that I can't catch the Golden Snitch." After saying that, he flew to a higher place like the wind - he saw a flash of golden light flowing, and the gift belonging to Erik on his chest made it easier for him to detect the metal of movement.
The speed of the Golden Snitch has a special frequency. Although Harry doesn't know how it works and has no intention of cheating - if he wants to do that, the Golden Snitch can easily fly to his hand - but the Golden Snitch is Like a dinging phone, it used its own special frequency to blend in with the noise, reminding Harry of its existence, just like its own unique golden luster.
But it's not easy to find it either - there's so much metal out there.
Harry glanced at the scoreboard. It was about thirty minutes into the game. Hufflepuff was temporarily ahead in points. Ravencw was slow in attacking but very defensive. There were two batters who were responsible for keeping an eye on Harry and trying not to let the angle get too special. Tricky balls rushed towards him, but since they discovered ten minutes ago that Harry was really flying better than any of them, they also readjusted their manpower distribution and began to attack slowly.
Just when Ravencw scored the tenth goal, Harry spotted the Golden Snitch - he almost immediately rushed towards the corner of the auditorium from high altitude, while Cedric slapped him abruptly. But just when Harry thought he was about to see the little spherical body of the Golden Snitch, the golden light suddenly shot up into the sky again, which made him startled as he held the broom and reacted immediately. When he touched the one-meter fence of the auditorium, he violently lifted the broom up and rushed upward at an angle almost perpendicular to the ground. His short stature made him as nimble and light as a bird. All movements were done in one go, and the arc of his flight was almost perfect. .
The students in the audience gasped at this thrilling action almost immediately.
"Merlin, look at his broomstick skills, I can't believe he is a newbie at Quidditch... He obviously just likes to sit sideways and float in the sky during flying lessons!"
A Gryffindor boy shouted in disbelief and admiration. The eyes standing next to him were shining, and the camera in his hand was clicking continuously without stopping, and it was still full. He explained with a red face: "This is what the seniors at Ravencw want me to do!! This is not me... This is not me hiding Harry's photos without permission! I will develop them and send them to the seniors!"
But everyone can see that although this is not what he wants to do, he is very happy, and some girls have already started to quietly ask him if he can develop a few more copies of the photos...
Harry didn't think about anything. That one-stop turn and upward movement brought him neither thrill nor excitement. Something seemed to be imprinted in his bones and blood, and it was a part of him. How could he do it for himself? Part of you feels thrilling or exciting or joyful?
All he could see was the golden ball - the symbol of victory. He sat on Nimbus 2001, completely forgetting how he felt about it before, and just purely enjoying its good speed and upward angle. One of his hands was always pointing straight forward, even if he had already Flying higher than the goal, he still only had the target he was looking for in his eyes, and his fingertips were indeed getting closer and closer to the Golden Snitch under the constant acceleration.
Not to be outdone, Cedric rode his broom and flew in the same direction as Harry. He also caught the Golden Snitch. Although he was a beat slower, he discovered that the Golden Snitch had changed its flight path earlier than Harry, so the two of them were now far away from the Golden Snitch. The snitches are all about the same distance.
Logically speaking, now is the time to compete with broomsticks, but - Cedric is riding a broomstick from the Nimbus series. There is not much difference in speed between Nimbus 2001 and Nimbus 2000, but Cedric's arms are actually longer than Harry's. .
"He has to give me milk to grow taller from tomorrow!!"
Draco was not only sharp-sighted, but also experienced. He saw this small gap and was not willing to let Harry lose to Cedric just because of this. However, this gap was something that Harry couldn't make up for now, so he had to jump in anger and panic. He stamped his feet and shouted, "It's definitely taller than that Hufflepuff vase! Just wait for him! I won't let him get so close to the Golden Snitch!"
——How could you let him be so close to you and the Golden Snitch? Draco almost wanted to ask Harry this.
"Ravencw should stop that Diggory," Ron was so excited that sweat fell into his eyes without realizing it, "This way Harry can win!"
"You are a Gryffindor, why are you so excited!" Hermione couldn't laugh or cry, "Harry is very powerful, but Gryffindor will lose miserably!"
"Oh, yes!" Ron was envious and regretful at the same time, "If only I had Harry's good skills... Did you see how beautiful those moves he just made! It would be great if he was a Gryffindor Got it!"
"Look, what Harry is going to do!!" Neville suddenly shouted, slapping his companions anxiously.
Ron looked at the sky and swallowed: "Oh my god, he doesn't want to--"
"Fuck!!!" Draco couldn't help but curse out in the Slytherin auditorium, "He is a Quidditch seeker, not a professional bungee jumper!!"
Harry took a concentrated breath, and then quickly moved most of his body downwards as the Snitch turned around and flew downwards... But then he seemed to think that this was not enough, and just like the last time Like that, he pounced headfirst!
The audience immediately heard screams one after another. Draco pushed everyone in the front row away and moved towards where Harry was throwing himself. It seemed that he was undoubtedly planning to use a levitating spell recently, but he was rude to him. When he pushed aside a girl who kept raising her head and gasping for air, a whistle indicating the end of the game stunned him.
"Game over—" Mrs. Hodge shouted.
Everyone looked at the scoreboard immediately and saw that Ravencw, who was lagging behind just now, was now 150 points higher! The game is really over! But everyone immediately looked towards the court, but no one was seen sighing after falling.
Then a magical scene appeared - everyone, really everyone - everyone moved their heads upward little by little. When their chins were raised very high, they finally saw the target they were looking for. .
"I caught the Golden Snitch!"
The target gasped and said. His hair and his uniform were all downward due to gravity, revealing his white forehead and even a smooth lower abdomen. If you look further up, you will find that his legs are like a Although the trousers fell down due to gravity, exposing a calf, the legs were indeed tightly hooked on the end of the broom, and then, with just a push, the boy turned over using the power of his legs. He came up, and moved steadily, from sitting on the side to sitting upright, and lifted the Golden Snitch with ease. When his eyes touched the stunned Cedric next to him, his smile became even brighter, so he Yelled again, and said loudly with a smile: "I--I caught the Golden Snitch!"
There was almost three seconds of dead silence in the venue - then the bubbles bubbled up like a spicy cheese fondue, and the pot was opened with a loud noise. The girls' screams and the boys' shouts were all mixed together. The Ravencw players rushed over quickly, and the senior students sitting in the audience gathered around them. When Harry landed, they rushed to kiss his face, and the players grabbed one of his limbs. , and then, after the captain shouted "one, two, three", they threw the junior into the sky! ! !
"You are amazing, Harry!!!!"
The Quidditch captain was so happy that he wished he could hug his junior and kiss him like his female classmates, "We have the best Seeker ever!!!"
Draco rushed past the encirclement with almost force and pulled Harry out. Just as he was about to scold him and ask him if he was addicted to dancing, he was hugged so hard that he was stunned.
"Draco!!" Harry said very happily, "I discovered that I am indeed my father's biological son!!"
Draco almost burst out of anger at this nonsense, but what Harry said next successfully calmed his anger.
"I feel like I'm starting to love Quidditch now," he hugged his friend and held up the Golden Snitch. The smile on his face couldn't be hidden at all. It was so brilliant, but his tone was sighing and full of comfort. "I really love you." ——It’s so strange, I don’t think I’m this type of person, but, but——I really love that feeling!”
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Why am I so miserable...
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