Harry looked stunned and walked to the back of the cabinet to 'look for a broom', he didn't know if there was a broom here, but he knew Anna was here.

"Your father was a good Seeker!" Anna pulled Harry in and whispered, "I saw his trophy in the showroom - right next to the Gryffindor '85 Quidditch Cup-"

"He must love Quidditch," Harry's eyes widened.

"He loved Gryffindor more, and Gryffindor hadn't touched a Quidditch Cup for two years."

Anna handed Harry a broomstick, Comet 140, which had just been reinstated, and it was time for it to see the dust in the corner behind the cabinet from 1929.

"I think they need you now, when Mr. Potter was here - Gryffindor almost never lost-"

"Maybe you can use his name to recreate the glory of those days – to make them feel the fear of being dominated by the Potters again."

Harry took the broomstick, his expression becoming more and more determined, as if he had accepted some great mission—he nodded heavily.

"I will."

Anna patted him on the shoulder, flickering on the edge.

"Mr. Potter, take a broom for so long—have you met the devil's vine? Follow Oliver and Ryan, it's time for you to play! ”

Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry's broom, not dwelling too much on it—

"Go ahead! I'll have to see Charlie again. She hurried out of the waiting room.

Harry followed Oliver, whose face glowed red, muttering 'saved', 'We're saved', completely oblivious to Harry's rotten broomstick, and not paying attention to what seemed to be Malnourished—Professor McGonagall approved of it—chasers should be so nimble, and Marcus was the exception of the exceptions.

Maybe this Mr. Potter is full of doubts, but as long as Gryffindor has a chance to win, Oliver doesn't care.

Instead, Ryan glanced at Harry's broomstick with a complicated look, "Potter, do you want a different broom?" ”

He leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "You're not a student at school, are you?" Is it a relative of Professor McGonagall? ”

"What?!" Harry almost snapped the broomstick, "No! No need to change the broom, thank you! ”

There was silence for a while.

Probably out of honesty, he whispered to Ryan, "It's true that I'm not a student here, but I'm not a relative of Professor McGonagall either!" ”

"I see—" Ryan nodded, a look of relief.

Harry didn't know what Ryan knew, he didn't have time to care, and as soon as he stepped onto the Quidditch pitch, he felt his feet tremble as he listened to the huge cheers coming from all around him.

"Is he really okay?" Nifadora ran back to the waiting room.

"It scared the hell out of me, my height changed back - hopefully they didn't notice that Professor McGonagall was a little shorter." Nymphadora clutched her heart.

"You're doing a great job, they'll believe it." Anna raised her chin out the window and motioned for Nymphadora to come and look.

"Gryffindor will win."

Nymphadora shrugged, "It's better that way, we'd love to be on the same page as Gryffindor." ”

Of course, Nymphadora thinks it's not bad for Gryffindor to lose, at least giving Hufflepuff a strong opponent.

"Huh? Don't you see Ron them? Anna ran to the entrance and pulled out the curtains, but there was no one outside.

"I saw the three of them running towards the castle, I guess I'm going to visit their brother......" She noticed the helpless look on Anna's face, "What's the matter, Anna?" Isn't that normal? ”

Anna couldn't answer the question, but Nymphadora was quickly caught up in the exclamations on the field.

"Oh, the second time! Marcus tries to knock Gryffindor's secret weapon into the air - this skinny boy with a red turban covering his face! ”

The narrator's face was flushed with excitement, "Who the hell is he!?" Why cover your face!? What does the red turban represent!? ”

"Miss Most, if you could have a little bit of such a ridiculous spirit of study in academics—you wouldn't be a D in my class."

A hook-nosed professor couldn't help but interrupt the narrator's frenzy - the masked boy flying around the field gave him an uncomfortable feeling, and Professor McGonagall was not there, and he couldn't pull his face to ask a Lion Academy student who their secret weapon was—

Of course, the lion cubs didn't know who the flying red turban was, but he had dodged Marcus's attacks twice, and his movements were so nimble that it seemed that he should have been born to be a chaser - they cheered, "Red Turban!" Red turban! ”

On the broomstick, Slytherin's secret weapon, Marcus, wasn't very comfortable, and Harry's presence completely robbed him of the eyes that should have been on him.

"Why do you know to run away? You're still not a Gryffindor! Marcus tried to provoke Harry, "You're just a nobody!" Look at your rotten broom! ”

He took a closer look at Harry's broomstick and was really surprised, "Merlin's beard!" What is that? Filch won't use the Comet 140 to sweep the floor! ”

"Why cover your face? Are you ridiculously ugly? ”

Harry was nervously in a cold sweat looking for the Golden Snitch in the air, and he didn't have time to deal with Marcus.

Marcus continued to be arrogant, pointing to Harry's head, "That red turban - dirty Muggle products, what kind of garbage would use such a thing - you muddy ......"

"Uh-h

The audience was in an uproar.

"***," Harry scolded in a beautiful language, despite the non-standard words, one of the few things he had learned from Anna in a short period of time.

Marcus didn't understand, maybe the red turban was scolding him, but he couldn't think anymore, and a handful of hair slipped from his fingertips.

"Ahhh

But Marcus suddenly finds himself unable to catch up.

He was dumbfounded—the latest Halo 1700 couldn't catch up with an old Comet 140—which was even more surprising than the hair he had shed.

Once again, Harry had only the golden orb in his eyes, just like he had at the Burrow, but the only difference was that the golden snitch didn't have Anna's Healing Charm.

It's much easier to catch than Anna's old snitch, Harry thought, grabbing the golden ball flying in front of him, a confident expression on his face.

Professor Hooknose stood up in disbelief.

"Wow———"

The narrator also stood up, and she slapped the table in front of her excitedly, "Gryffindor's secret weapon caught the Golden Snitch - congratulations to Gryffindor for adding 150 points!" ”

There was silence for a moment, and then suddenly a violent shout and cheer erupted, "Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Secret Weapon! Secret Weapon! ”

"So who the hell is this 'red turban'?" A Ravenclaw asks a lion cub next to him.

Harry's mask was blown away as he chased the ball at the end, and many people were looking at him, some fanatical, many more confused.

"Whatever, it's over!"

[The Boy Who Won't Die in the Great Tribulation - Secret Weapon: Quest Completion Reward: Memory +50, Reaction +50, 'Harry Attribute Template' Additional Quest Complete (1/3)]

[Harry participated in a regular Quidditch and won the victory, +30 courage]