"Hello, Harry. []”
"Hello, Colin."
The veins on Harry's forehead throbbed as he hurried past.
Are you done? Today was already the eighth time they had met. He was even considering whether he should Confound the little fellow so that he would stop worshipping him like this.
Not long after the new term began, Harry was noticed to have gained a particularly worshipful sidekick. He had complained to his friends, but they were all watching the show with a relaxed look on their faces. Some bored fellow had even revealed the second-year timetable to Colin, so they had more chances to meet, which made Harry even more depressed.
Harry was dragged out of bed by Wood on Saturday morning.
"Come on, it's Quidditch practice time.”
Yawning, he lazily changed into his red uniform. With a piece of bread in his mouth, he took the Nimbus Two Thousand and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room.
"Hello, Harry-"
Colin was running after him, and Harry stopped helplessly.
"Look, this is the photo I developed-"
Colin handed him a picture. Harry took it and saw two people moving on it. Colin was smiling happily and holding Harry's hand. Harry did not struggle, and his eyes were filled with a gentle smile.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and Harry put the picture away."Thank you, I like it very much."
"Can you give me an autograph?" asked Colin eagerly.
"I can't." said Harry bluntly, ignoring the disappointment on his face."I'm sorry, Colin, but I'm in a hurry-Quidditch practice.”
"Ah, wait for me!"
Colin followed him out of the door." I heard you're the youngest player in a century. That's amazing. I used to think brooms could only be used to sweep the floor."
He chattered all the way, Harry half-heartedly half-heartedly, and when they reached the Quidditch pitch, Colin said,"Harry, can I take some pictures of you flying later?”
Harry glanced at him. The boy's eyes were so straightforward that they said,"Promise me, promise me." He smiled."All right."”
Colin's little face lit up, and Harry added quickly,"You can't give the picture to anyone, and you can't tell anyone.”
His little head nodded vigorously, and Collin said happily,""I know, I know. I'll go and get a good seat now.”As he spoke, he quickly ran towards the stands.
There was a burst of laughter behind him as Angelina sauntered up to him.”
"Yes, I am."
Angelina looked at the flat smile on his face and said with joy and regret,"You look like a senior now. Let's go. Wood is preparing to explain the new training plan in the locker room.”
"I hope I won't fall asleep." Harry muttered.
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"…That's it, is everyone clear? If you have any other questions, you can ask them.”
The drowsy Harry nodded subconsciously. George said,"I have a question, Oliver. Why didn't you tell us the plan when we were sober?”
Wood looked displeased.
"Listen," he said,"we could have won the Quidditch Cup last year, but unfortunately, due to all sorts of unforeseen circumstances..."
What? Harry came back to his senses and remembered now that he had missed the last match last year while sleeping in the infirmary. How would Gryffindor lose without a member?
How could he have forgotten about this?
"Then, we have to train harder this year…Alright, let's go to the stadium and practice the new tactics.”
When the players arrived at the court, the sun was already high in the sky. Harry saw Ron, Neville, and Hermione sitting in the stands, next to a sleepy-looking Colin.
He mounted his broom and flew into the sky.
He owed Wood to win the Quidditch Cup this year, no matter what. As for that brainless house-elf, if it dared to do anything, he wouldn't mind using it to test the twins 'new product.
After flying around the pitch a few times, Fred suddenly said,"Did you hear any strange sounds?”
Harry pointed at Colin in the stands, pressing the shutter furiously.”
Fred chuckled."It's him-"
Harry glanced at him."You know him?”
"Of course," said Fred casually."I even helped him get a schedule from Ron.”
A light flashed in Harry's eyes, and his soft lips curled into a faint smile.
Fred felt a chill run down his spine for no reason.
"What's going on?" Wood flew past them." What's that guy doing taking pictures? I don't like it. Could it be a Slytherin spy?”
"They didn't need it, Oliver," said George."Those guys came on their own.”
A few green figures appeared on the field. Wood said angrily,""What are they doing here? I've already booked the venue for today.”
They landed on the ground one after another. Wood's face was full of anger as he looked at Marcus, the captain of the Slytherin team. Flint shouted,"Flint, this is our training time!”
"The stadium is very big, Wood." Flint smirked.
The two teams stood facing each other. Harry reached into his pocket and grasped his wand.
"But I made a reservation early on.”
Flint took out a piece of paper from his pocket and waved it proudly."I, Professor Snape, have given special permission for the Slytherin team to practice on the Quidditch pitch today in order to train the new Seeker players.”
"A new Seeker? Where is it?"
Draco? Malfoy stepped out, his chin raised smugly.
Gryffindor was silent as Slytherin showed off seven new Nimbus Two-Thousand-Ones.
Hermione, who had hurried over, sneered."At least Gryffindor doesn't need props to win, they're not people who buy teams.”
"You're in no place to talk here, Mudblood!”Malfoy flew into a rage.
Flint was standing in front of Malfoy at once, blocking the twins who were lunging at him, and Ron pulled out his wand and shouted at Malfoy,"Petrify them all!"
A green light hit Flint and he froze.
The pitch was thrown into chaos as everyone whipped out their wands and began to curse each other. Harry sighed, cast Amulet on the Gryffindors, and watched as Slytherin's curses missed or bounced off his own.
The Gryffindors calmed down, stopped chanting, and looked at the chaotic Slytherin with amusement. Some fainted on the ground, some had large and ugly boils, and Malfoy was still tapping on the spot.
Adrian? Pusey glared at them, pointing his wand at the gleeful Colin, who was hiding at the side, and shouted,"Drill the heart and gouge the bones!"
"Expelliarmus!"
Harry's sharp eyes and agile hands knocked his wand away, causing Pucey to fall heavily to the ground. He was about to get up to pick up his wand when he suddenly saw a pair of emotionless dark green eyes staring straight at him. A chill came over him, and he couldn't help but shiver and freeze on the spot.
"Adrian? Pusey!" Wood screamed."How could you-it's an Unforgivable Curse! Do you want to go to Azkaban?"
Pusey trembled violently, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. He forced himself to calm down." It doesn't matter. We're still students. We don't have that much power. At most, we'll have a nosebleed."”He stole a glance at Harry, who was comforting the frightened Colin. When Colin hugged him and cried, his face was gentle and helpless, making him think that it was just an illusion.
Angelina looked at Slytherin lying on the ground and said in a low voice,"Come on, Wood, as long as it's all right, we'll all be punished if we go after it-Snape doesn't care who started it.”
Wood's expression gradually calmed down, and his breathing was no longer rapid. He stepped forward to remove Flint's Petrification Spell. The two of them looked at each other, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
"What do you think?"
Flint looked at the terrified Pusey and said coldly,""Let's forget about today's matter. I'll see you at the game.”
"I'm happy to accompany you."
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