In the evening, in Professor McGonagall's office, Professor McGonagall is correcting students' homework, and because of the large amount of homework left, Professor McGonagall has a lot more work than other professors.

"Meow~"

A black cat crouches at Professor McGonagall's desk.

"What's the matter, Egger? If you can, I hope you can go back to bed sooner. Professor McGonagall waved her wand and closed the door, "Alright, let's talk about something." ”

The cat's shape changed, and Egg appeared in front of Professor McGonagall, "I'll recommend you a good Seeker." ”

"Are you recommending yourself? Looks like you're not practicing? Professor McGonagall looked at Egger and couldn't help but smile, "I can help you apply to Professor Dumbledore." ”

"No, no, no, I'm pretty good on the bike, but I don't have much interest in Quidditch." Iger waved his hand, "I'm talking about Harry, he's a natural Quidditch player. ”

"Don't tell me you took that kid on a broomstick." Professor McGonagall looked at Iger with a serious look in her eyes, "It's dangerous. ”

"Not yet, but he's really talented, I assure you, his father is James Potter." Iger laughed, "I'm just thinking about the house, you know, Slytherin has won seven in a row." ”

Professor McGonagall hesitated, but Egger's words made her really tempted, missing out on trophies for seven years in a row, which made her often avoid Snape, and also made the elderly Professor McGonagall feel very shameless.

As long as you can give the academy honors, what is it if you violate the school rules?!

The vast majority of Gryffindor's courage was spent on breaking school rules!

"I'm going to take Harry to the outskirts of Hogsmeade tomorrow to practice, you can watch there, I'm good at levitation charms and illusions, you don't have to worry." Iger laughed.

Professor McGonagall's mouth tightened, and she kept thinking about Egger's words, compared to the House Cup, a small violation of the school rules may not be too much of a problem?

"Goodnight, then~" Egg smiled at Professor McGonagall, and her figure shrank again, silently walking down the corridor of the night.

Then a somewhat suppressed startle sounded, and Fred patted his chest at Egger's figure.

"Scared me to death, I thought it was Lady Loris—" Fred breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" George appeared around the corner of the hallway with a pile of snacks.

Iger looked around, and a spun stood up: "Good evening, gentlemen..."

"Cool ......" the twin brothers said in unison, looking at Egger.

"You're an Animagus, Egger." Fred said in a muffled voice.

"I've been practicing for a long time, maybe you can try it too, Professor McGonagall will be willing to help you." Egg looked at the two with a grin.

"You'll be willing to help us deduct points," George walked over and handed Iger a piece of pastry.

"No, she taught me." Iger grinned.

Originally, I was going to lend them the map to play with the live spot, but considering that his appearance might cause some butterfly effects, it would be bad if the two of them saw Peter Pettigrew...

"I suggest you hurry back to your dorm, or Filch will go crazy again." Egger smiled, "Good night, both." ”

The two looked at each other.

"Maybe we should really learn from Animagus..."

"Help each other..."

Early the next morning, Egger dragged Harry and Ron out of bed, waving their paws at the two of them with a scream, apparently unhappy that they were disturbing Egg's sleep.

"As I said, it's against school rules." Hermione said with some puff.

"So you're still keeping up?" Iger grinned.

Hermione was a little unconfident: "I'm just afraid that something will wrong with you." ”

Harry and Ron snickered behind them, and Egger wanted to laugh a little too, leading a few people all the way to a statue to open a secret passage, and quickly walking in with the three of them.

"There's a secret passage here? Egger: How do you know? Ron was a little surprised.

"There are many secrets in the castle, a total of seven secret passages, whether you can find them or not is up to you." Iger nodded, answering Ron's words lightly, and several people poked their heads out of Duke Honey's cellar.

Ten minutes later, on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, Egg took out three small brooms from his pocket, spread his hands, and the three brooms suddenly became normal size.

"Where did you find so many brooms?" Ron was a little surprised: "It's two comets..."

Harry looked at the slender broom in the center, with a row of words carved on the top: Halo 2001.

"At Hogwarts, there is always help for those who deserve it." Iger waved his hand and motioned for the three of them to stand next to the broomstick.

The other two brooms he found in the Room of Requirement, where there were simply too many...

"Stretch out your hand to the broom and say, 'Get up, take care to bring some affection.'" Iger said.

"Get up!" Harry looked at the broomstick and spoke, and Halo 2001 flew into his hand.

Harry stared in surprise, and in the dark, a tabby cat looked at Harry with its mouth slightly open.

"Get up!" Ron said as he saw Harry's appearance and reached out to the broomstick.

With a bang, the broom slapped into Ron's face, and Harry and Hermione laughed on the side.

"Don't laugh," Ron wasted a long time before he finally got the broom flying into his hand.

Hermione looked at Egg, reached out and whispered, "Get up!" ”

Thankfully, the broom flew into Hermione's hand, and Egg would never forget Hermione's tears as she was stamped by a broom in Granger's backyard.

"It's good, it's basically okay." Egg nodded, "Harry first, Hermione, give me the broom." ”

Taking the broom from Hermione, Egg leaned back on the broom and flew into the air with a whoosh.

"Harry, get on your broomstick and kick the ground."

Harry did as Iger had said, and the broom flew up with a whistling sound, and Harry looked at the broom beneath him with some surprise.

Egger took out a small stone from his pocket: "I'll throw the stone out here, you must catch it in your hands before it hits the ground." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Egg threw the stone away, and Harry was stunned, then turned the broom in the direction of the broom.

Egg threw it with great force, and the small stone whizzed into the distance, and Harry watched as the stone fell in the direction and swooped down, clutching the stone in his hand.

Seeing Harry fall from the sky with excitement, Ron screamed excitedly.

"How does it feel?" Iger looked at Harry.

Harry's heart was beating a little faster, "I feel like I could go a little faster..."

"Very nice talent." A serious voice sounded, and Professor McGonagall's tall and thin figure suddenly appeared next to several people.

Harry's faces turned white with fright.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Egg laughed, "With such talent, I think Professor Dumbledore will make an exception to let him join the team." ”

"Fifty foot dive, you freak out the hell of me, Egger." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, but she looked at Harry with some emotion, "A dive at that speed, not even a single skin has been scratched, follow me, Potter." ”

With that, Professor McGonagall hurried away with Harry.

"Harry won't be expelled, will he?" Ron looked at Egg with a bitter face.

"Of course not, I asked Professor McGonagall last night to bring you out today, and Harry is about to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Egg shook his head: "Harry has a talent for Quidditch, his father is the best Seeker in a hundred years, and the trophy room has it, it's talent." ”

Ron looked excited: "Can I then?" ”

"I don't think so," Iger shook his head, "but it should be possible later." ”

"Okay," Ron shrugged in frustration, "I think we should help Harry celebrate." ”

"I agree, how about a banquet in the kitchen in the evening?" Iger nodded.

……

The news of Harry being approved as the new Gryffindor Seeker caused quite a stir at the school, which has been discussed in recent days.

"I've never ridden a broomstick, and my grandmother never let me."

Thursday morning, in the sun-drenched auditorium, Neville said.

Harry and Ron both felt that Neville's grandmother was very reasonable, because even if Neville had both feet on the ground, something unpredictable could happen.

"You're just too unconfident, Neville." Egg lay on the table, biting a long straw in his mouth, which twisted into the cup in his hand: "Actually, I really think you're quite talented, at least you can see it in the herb class." ”

"Maybe it's because Professor Sprout is the only one who doesn't reprimand me," Neville said, a little unconfident.

"Didn't you already master the flying spell I taught you?" Egger laughed, "This isn't a spell that a first-year student can master. ”

"Iger is right." Hermione sat next to Egg and looked at Neville, "You're really too unconfident, in fact you could have done better. ”

"I think so." Neville was still not confident.

Iger thinks Neville may be the reason for his parents, but it is more likely that his grandmother was too him.

Another routine owl rain, and an owl flew up to Neville and handed him a small package.

"It's a memory ball." Neville opened the package and said, "Grandma knows I always have no memory, he'll tell you if there's something you forgot to do, just hold it tightly, like this, if it turns red, oh......"

Neville's face suddenly lengthened, and the memory ball in his hand lit up red: "It means that you forgot something." ”

"The problem now must be that you forgot what you forgot, right?" Iger laughed.

Not far away, Malfoy passed by the Gryffindor long table, and his hand subconsciously slacked it, snatching Neville's memory ball.

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, probably for some reason, they wanted to fight Malfoy.

"Get out!" Egg turned to look at Malfoy.

Malfoy watched Egg's face change, and he realized that Egg had been lying on opposite Neville...

Malfoy hurriedly slipped the memory ball into Neville's arms and hurried away.

In the distance, Professor McGonagall walked in this direction, seemingly caught her attention from what had just happened.

"Very good deterrent, Mr. Morissus." Professor McGonagall smiled on her serious face, nodded to the group, and turned to leave.

"I'll just say that Professor McGonagall has always been biased towards us." Iger laughed.

Ron looked at Egg a little strangely, "You just used a spell to scare him into this virtue?" ”

"Of course there are some other reasons..."Egg nodded, "Like that spell blew up an entire wall..."

"Wow......" Harry laughed.

"Egger has always been a Slytherin nightmare." Wood walked over and greeted a few of them.

"You can't beat it."

"Don't dare to scold yet."

Fred and George followed behind Wood.

Wood looked at Harry, "Professor McGonagall has already taken a leave of absence for you this afternoon's flying lesson, and all you have to do in the afternoon is to train with us in Quidditch." ”

Then Wood looked at Egger with a residual thought: "It would be better if you could join, I have seen you fly Egger, and your level is very high." ”

"But I really wasn't very interested in Quidditch." Iger smiled.

"It's a shame that I'm willing to give you my bat if you come into the team." Fred pushed Hermione past Egger and sat down beside Egger and put her arm around his shoulder.

"That way, maybe you can blow up the Slytherin doghead." George pushed Harry away and sat on the other side of Egger.

Egg looked at them, wondering if they were talking about Bludger or Slytherin heads.

"Remember that Flint?" Wood looked at Egg and laughed, "He's the captain of the Slytherin team now. ”

As he spoke, Egg gestured toward the Slytherin table, and Egg turned his head to see a tall, muscular bucktooth boy dodging his gaze.

"His buckteeth seem to be bigger?" Iger frowned.

"You're paying attention to something peculiar." Wood smiled and nodded, "But it's really bigger." ”

"The classic Slytherin tactic is to squeeze the opponent off the broom by their size, so they obviously have an advantage over the Ravenclaw gang of bean sprouts." Wood frowned and looked in Slytherin's direction, "That pig-like size is easy to find in Slytherin. ”

"It's also advantageous for us." Fred shrugged.

"We've been losing for seven years in a row," George poked Wood's scar mercilessly.

"No, this year we have Hogwarts' first Seeker in a millennium." Wood looked at the group with an excited expression.

Egger smiled, I hope you still lost this year, if memory serves...

……

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Egg took Hermione and Lori to the lawn of the flying class.

"I'll bet on a kiss, Neville will have a problem..."Egg whispered in Hermione's ear.

Hermione rolled her eyes flushed, "Neville won't. ”

"Bet?" Egger looked expectant.

"Bet on it—" Hermione's little face turned red.

A few minutes later, as Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew, Neville lived up to his expectations, and before the whistle could blow, he threw himself into the air.

Looking at Neville getting taller and taller, there was an exclamation on the lawn.

"Neville is flying...", Egger pointed at his wand, Neville's figure quickly fell from the sky, and with a lift of Egger's left hand, Neville landed firmly on the ground.

Iger waved his hand to recall the deranged broomstick.

"Very quick to react, Mr. Morissus, Gryffindor plus ten."

Mrs. Hodge hurried over to check if Neville was missing any parts on his body, and Neville looked at Egg with a pale face.

"Egger, thank you."

"You're welcome." Egg said with a smile, Hermione's face flushed.

Seeing that the students around him were all gathered around Neville, Egg stretched out his hand and pointed to his face, "Wow..."

The little girl gently touched Egg's face and kissed it quickly, and then turned her head away with a flushed face.

Looking at the steaming steam on the side, Iger smiled like a little fox.