The facts proved that Gryffindor did not have much patience.
At dinner, a boy of about fifteen approached Harry's table and said hello to Ron, who moved aside to let him sit next to Harry.
" Harry," he sat down with a smile, not hiding the curiosity and excitement in his eyes." I'm Oliver. Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.”
Harry put down his knife and fork and said,"Pleased to meet you.”I'd be happier if I didn't have to.
Wood shook Harry's hand gently and said,""Madam Hooch says you're a good flyer, how's that? Come with me to the Quidditch field after dinner. I've already spoken to Professor McGonagall. To catch up with the team's training, we'll give you a private test. If you pass, she'll let you play Quidditch this year.”
Harry looked over at the teachers 'table. Professor McGonagall was cutting a steak gracefully, and she was clearly watching, nodding at Harry's questioning look.
"Alright then." said Harry, feeling a chill in his heart.
Why couldn't he reject these people?
Wood saw his strange expression and thought he was nervous. He comforted him and said,"Don't worry, it's very simple, it's just to see your flying skills and reflexes, it's okay if you don't know Quidditch, there'll be special training later.”
After dinner, Wood took Harry and a few curious Gryffindors to the Quidditch field.
It was a very wide field, surrounded by hundreds of chairs, all placed very high. Three golden pillars stood at each end of the field, fifty feet long, each topped with a basket.
Harry mounted a broomstick and soared into the air, the cool night wind blowing across his face, a gleam flickering in his emerald eyes beneath his disheveled black hair.
If you must join a Quidditch team, start enjoying the game.
Neville and the others cheered him from below, and Wood watched in admiration as he flew smoothly and elegantly. He pulled a large bag of golf balls out of his pocket and flew over Harry. He hurled balls at Harry from different directions, and Harry caught them one by one.
To Wood's great satisfaction, Harry had thrown all the balls and not missed a single one. On the way back to the castle, he kept praising Harry and repeating the bloody history of Gryffindor's defeat in the past few years. Harry almost threw an Arvada at him.
"We will definitely win this year!" In the end, Wood concluded confidently.
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By the next day, the news that Harry had joined the team was all over Hogwarts.
Along the way, he received the loving and supportive gazes of the Gryffindors and listened to their words of "Good luck!"”，Harry's head was spinning, and his smile was almost gone.
Gryffindor was very resentful that he had not won a trophy for a long time, but there was no need to pin all his hopes on him, right? Recently, he seemed to be too ostentatious. Should he keep a low profile? Harry thought about it and decided not to. He was already at Fearless 'age, so it would be strange if he kept a low profile.
When they finally reached the dining room, Harry picked up a piece of bread. Neville handed him jam, which he smeared on it and tasted. It tasted good, though slightly sweeter. He had already eaten some snacks and was not hungry now, so he put the bread down.
Ron said, frowning,"Harry, why don't you ever eat breakfast? Don't complain that you're hungry again later."
Seeing Ron and Neville staring at him with dissatisfaction, Harry had no choice but to pick up the bread and say helplessly,"Got it."
They had just finished when Fred and George came over and pushed Ron and Neville aside to stand next to Harry.
"Harry, welcome to the team.”said Fred.
"We're batters," said George."We're going to win the Quidditch Cup this year, we haven't won since Charlie left. But this time, our team will definitely surprise those who are watching the joke. Harry, Wood was over the moon when he told us yesterday.”
"Alright, we have to go. Li? Jordan thought he had found a new secret passage that led outside the school.”
"Actually, we discovered that passage the first week we entered the school. Goodbye.”
Before Harry could say another word, they were gone again.
Neville said enviously,"Harry, can I come and watch you train?”
"Of course." Harry pushed aside his plate and picked up a glass of juice. He lowered his head and drank his juice, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
Because of Harry's excellent performance in Potions, Snape did not deliberately target him. He usually tried to treat him as air and completely ignored him. He thought his resemblance to Lily's eyes had made Snape's hostility toward him subside a little. But now, Harry could clearly feel the murderous air around the teachers 'table, and the hateful look in his eyes that kept cutting him to pieces.
It seemed that joining the team also had side effects. This reminded someone of some unpleasant memories.
Oh no, there seemed to be Potions today.
Merlin…
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In the basement, which was colder than usual, Snape's whole body emitted a low pressure, and his obsidian eyes were devoid of emotion. He had woken Harry up at the start of the lesson and asked him a whole bunch of questions. After listening to Harry's careful answer, Snape snorted and made him sit down unwillingly.
As he practiced making potions, his gloomy eyes kept sweeping over Harry. Harry really wanted to throw the thing in his hand at his face, jump up and shout," Are you done? If you want to fight, fight, curse, duel, duel, why are you staring at me like a ghost?" But in the end, he held back.
The son pays the father's debt, the son pays the father's debt…
Harry muttered to himself, feeling terribly wronged.
James? Potter, what's wrong with you? How dare you offend such a terrifying creature? You're good. You left behind a mess and left, causing your son to be in deep trouble now. Wuu…I'm innocent…Is it too late to sever ties with you now…
Seeing that Harry was operating according to the rules and could not find any fault with it, she wanted to find an excuse to deduct points, but her crystal clear green eyes kept blinking, looking at him innocently. Snape held his breath for a long time, cursing so much that he couldn't let it out, so he vented it all on the other students. He was like a ghost, dragging his robes around the basement, never letting go of anyone who was wrong. However, this guy inherited the Slytherin tradition of elegance and calmness. Even when he cursed, he would drag out his words slowly and use a low and gentle voice to curse. His words were sharp and his tone was harsh. Harry had the urge to hang himself for them.
Perhaps because they were in the same boat, Gryffindor and Slytherin did not provoke each other for the first time in class. In fact, they did not have time. When a raging dragon-breathing dragon was hovering around you, who would be in the mood to cause other trouble?
Gryffindor had lost more than forty points throughout the lesson, and even Slytherin had lost five points-a miracle in Potions. All the students were dizzy and confused, and even Hermione, who had been doing well, had accidentally misplaced the material. In the end, only Harry and Neville's group had succeeded in making the potion. Snape's ice-cold face grew colder. He gave a pile of homework and slammed the door.
I'm sorry, everyone. Although I was the fuse, I wasn't the culprit. If you want to blame someone, blame that guy who stole someone else's sweetheart and kept finding trouble with her.
Harry defended himself guiltily.
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The Gryffindor and Slytherin students heaved a sigh of relief at the same time after leaving that terrifying place. They had never found the world so beautiful, the air so fresh, and the sun so bright…
Neville was still frightened and said, pale,"What's the matter with Professor Snape today? He's so angry. It's so scary!"
said Ron listlessly,"Who knows? That guy was already scary enough, but today, he had even deducted Slytherin's points.”
Rubbing his forehead, Harry said with a wry smile,"Don't mention him anymore-"
"Yeah, it's not a good thing talking about the Head of Slytherin behind his back.”said Malfoy lazily behind them.
Ron turned and glared at him."Malfoy, what do you want now?" he said.”
Malfoy gave him an evil grin and said,"I'm just reminding you, Weasley, don't let Professor Snape know you're talking about him behind his back, Gryffindor's taken enough points today.”
Ron snorted and said,"Didn't Slytherin lose points today? It seems that your dean can't continue to tolerate your stupidity.”
Harry blinked. The tone sounded familiar.
Malfoy's face darkened and he said,"Weasley, do you want a beating?"
"Fight? I'm always ready." said Ron contemptuously."I was afraid you'd be too scared to do it yourself, so you'd have to ask for help.”
Malfoy said,"How about we have a duel tonight? I don't think you know what a duel is, right?”
Ron said,"Of course I know, who's your substitute?”
Malfoy looked at his two followers and said,"Crabbe's my substitute, and you?”
Ron looked at Harry.
Harry was speechless.
How could this be? He had thought that the duel would never happen. Malfoy hadn't come looking for trouble with him, so how had he gotten into trouble with Ron? Having just endured Snape's venomous tongue, was he going to face the saliva of the Cerberus again? Did the protagonist's life have to be so exciting?
Seeing Ron looking at him anxiously, Harry's eyes widened and he said,"What…duel? Substitute?"
"It's a duel between wizards. Wand only, no help. The so-called reserve is the person who will take over my place after I die in battle.”Ron saw the look on Harry's and Neville's faces and quickly added,"Only real wizards can do that. We don't know any real killing magic, after all. Only very special duels kill."”
Harry said,"All right, I'll be your substitute.”
Neville said worriedly,"Harry..."
Harry said,"It's all right, I'll be careful.”
Malfoy glanced at Harry and said coldly,"So it's settled. Weasley, Potter, don't run away tonight in the trophy room.”
When Malfoy and the other two were far away, Hermione, who had been standing nearby, said,"Excuse me, I overheard you talking to Malfoy..."
"So what?"
"You'd better not wander around the castle at night, how many points will Gryffindor lose if you get caught? You can't be so selfish."
"What does this have to do with you?"
Ron said impatiently,"As long as you don't tell on us, we won't be found out.”
Frowning, Hermione told Harry,"Aren't you going to stop him?"
Harry waved his hand helplessly.
Ron said goodbye and stormed off, dragging Harry and Neville with him.
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