The weather in January was still cold and humid, but none of the little wizards who hurried to the Quidditch pitch cared about the windy weather. They formed a circle, and in the center of the circle was Ha who was eager to try. profit.
Wood glanced at Harry's broom with fanatical admiration, and then said impatiently,
"Get a feel for it first, Harry!"
Even if Sirius's existence is still a shadow in his heart, even if Malfoy informs him, he, Ron and Hermione have to clean most of the castle's bathroom during the happy Christmas vacation, even if the origin of this broom becomes a mystery. , but at this moment, Harry was still in an extremely happy mood, and nothing could disturb him.
He is finally going to ride on this Firebolt and fly into the sky!
Since receiving this broom, Harry has fantasized about this scene every night, and now, his dream has finally come true. He is not willing to wait for another second. The moment Wood gives the instruction, Harry immediately uses With a kick of his feet, his whole body jumped up into the sky like a phantom.
The feeling was more wonderful than what he had dreamed of these days. He touched it lightly and the Firebolt responded. It seemed to obey his thoughts rather than his control.
Harry rode the Firebolt and flew across the field. The speed was so fast that the stands turned into green and gray. Moreover, based on his dynamic vision, when the Firebolt was fully activated, it was actually too fast. It was vaguely impossible to distinguish the faces of the group of people watching on the ground!
At this time, another group of people rose from the ground. They were Gryffindor team members who took off one after another under Wood's instructions.
Quidditch is not a game that can be won by one person. The entire Gryffindor team must adapt to the rhythm of Harry, whose strength has soared due to the acquisition of the Firebolt.
However, compared to Harry's speed, the others were as slow as a grinding donkey.
Like a meteor falling from the sky, Harry inserted into the Gryffindor team that was rehearsing their attack formation. He 'falled' from in front of Alia Spinnet, causing her to scream loudly. Then, Harry began Controlling the speed and angle, the broom was finally parallel to the ground when the face was still five feet away from the ground. Then it quickly rose into the air, thirty feet, forty feet, fifty feet--
"This is not something ordinary people can do!"
The scene just now made Ron very excited. He looked at the figure showing great power in mid-air with envy, as if he was imagining that one day he could fly so freely.
"He can't be more careful!"
But Hermione's expression was not so happy. She covered her hair that was blown wildly by the strong wind, frowned and said in a dissatisfied tone,
"Harry is a little too excited, isn't he? This broom, according to me, Professor Blaine should come down and stare at it. If I mean if, his judgment is wrong. At least, there is someone A chance to make amends!”
No one paid attention to Hermione's complaints, they were all immersed in Harry's gorgeous flying skills.
"Harry, I released the Snitch!"
Seeing that the time was almost up, Wood shouted to the sky.
Upon hearing the greeting, Harry dived down again. This time, he passed between Fred and George, who were flying side by side. The golden snitch, which was erratic like a shadow, was caught by Harry before it accelerated rapidly. In hand.
A burst of crazy cheers suddenly erupted on the Quidditch pitch. Fred and George behind them clapped their hands and shouted,
"Do it again, Harry!"
Harry followed suit. He let the Golden Snitch slip away from his fingertips, first let it circle around the Quidditch pitch, and then quickly chased after him. He used an S-shaped movement to bypass the person in front of him. Several teammates finally raised their broomsticks suddenly, and a jumping-like arc whizzed past Katie Bell's head. Finally, they caught the Golden Snitch on the back of the ball frame!
Under the dark sky, the white snow-capped mountains in the distance and the tall ball rings nearby all became Harry's background. He turned around while riding the Firebolt, holding up the right hand of the Golden Snitch, looking down at the stadium. Like a Quidditch champion!
At this moment, apart from the cheers, there was no other discordant sound on the field.
"It's really good at flying. At least, Malfoy is no better than Harry."
Hermione clapped her hands and said calmly.
"That scum can't fly faster than Hedwig!"
Ron cheered with his palms red. He squeezed between the Gryffindor players who landed one after another, preparing to ask Harry if he would like to let him try the Firebolt later.
"In my opinion, nothing can stop us from winning!"
Wood said decisively, his tone even firmer than before outside Professor Blaine's office.
"I bet, Harry,"
Fred patted Harry on the shoulder appreciatively,
"Not even those dementors can catch you."
This was the best training ever. The team members were greatly encouraged by the appearance of the Firebolt, and even Wood did not find any fault with them for the first time.
"Can I try the Firebolt too, Harry?"
Harry's roommate, Seamus said wistfully.
It is no lie that Quidditch is the most popular sport in the wizarding world. It is just because of Harry's outstanding talent that it eclipses the young wizards at Harry's level. But in fact, most of them secretly They all practiced Quidditch secretly.
"Hey, man!"
Ron glared at Seamus dissatisfiedly,
"Harry and I have already agreed that you have to line up behind me."
"No one is allowed to touch this broom until our match with Ravenclaw is over!"
Ron and Seamus' attempts failed because Wood said in a stern voice.
Wood was madly looking forward to the Quidditch trophy. He could not allow any accidents to happen to Gryffindor's best chance of winning. Even if the Firebolt was not his, and even if it was Harry's roommate who made the request, this still could not sway him.
Faced with Wood's order and prohibition, Harry could only shrug innocently at the disappointed Ron and Seamus.
In order to see the Firebolt in action, the little wizards of Gryffindor didn't even eat breakfast. After Wood announced that the training was completed, they all walked to the castle in twos and threes. After Harry comforted Ron, He was about to go back to the auditorium to find some food to fill his stomach, but when his dream came true and his excitement had passed its peak, he suddenly felt something strange, as if someone was watching him.
Following the direction from which the strange feeling came, Harry turned his head and looked, and immediately showed a surprised expression.
"What's wrong?"
Hermione, who had always been distrustful of Firebolts, immediately noticed something was wrong with Harry. She followed Harry's gaze, and when she saw two figures on the bottom step of the stand, Hermione's delicate eyebrows He didn't even lift it up unconsciously.
It's Crookshanks, he's squatting on the stand looking here, and he's not alone. Next to him, there's a dog about the same size as Crookshanks squatting?
"Crookshanks, you slipped away from Hagrid again?"
Hermione reacted and immediately ran over happily.
Ron was the last to discover the two small animals on the side of the court. The moment he saw Crookshanks, his face darkened. He followed Harry and reluctantly walked over, saying goodbye as he walked. muttering,
"Last time it was the cat named Lenny, and this time I found the dog from nowhere. This beast is quite good at finding friends for himself, so why can't it give Scabbers a way to survive?"
Harry and Ron came under the stands, and Hermione had already held Crookshanks in her arms and was stroking his furry head affectionately.
Ron watched all this with cold eyes, while Harry, his attention was not on Hermione and her cat, but on staring at the little black dog squatting on the steps.
really weird.
Harry thought to himself, why did this dog look familiar? And the way it looked at him... Well, pleased?
(End of chapter)
