Harry saw the orb rise into the sky in slow motion, and then began to fall in a parabola towards the ground.

He hurriedly summoned the broomstick beside him, then straddled it, leaned forward, and pointed the broomstick downward.

In the blink of an eye, he sped down and chased Neville's poor orb.

The wind whistled in his ears, mingling with the screams of the young wizards below, and he reached out and caught the orb a foot above the ground.

He straightened the broomstick in time to prevent it from crashing into the Hogwarts tower, and then he fell lightly on the grass, clutching the memory ball firmly in his palm.

"Harry Potter!"

Harry, who was originally excited, suddenly sank his heart when he heard this voice, faster than he had just dived in.

Professor McGonagall was running towards them, and Harry quickly skimmed off the broom in his palm and got up from the ground as if nothing had happened, but the trembling body still revealed him.

"I've been at Hogwarts for so many years, and I've never ......" Professor McGonagall was speechless in astonishment, her glasses glinting with anger,

“...... How dare you do that? you're going to break your neck!" Professor McGonagall's eyes twitched as she pouted.

"It's not his fault, Professor!" a girl hurriedly tried to make it easier for Harry, but Professor McGonagall interrupted her.

"Shut up, Miss Petill, all right, Potter, follow me. ”

Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, Harry mechanically following.

Not long after leaving, Malfoy looked at Harry, who was shocked by Professor McGonagall's stern look, and cast a puzzled look.

Rolf knew that this was Harry's unusually drafted into the Quidditch team, and the world's correction ability was really strong, even if Malfoy didn't throw the ball, Harry still flew once.

And it still happened to be discovered by Professor McGonagall.

Thinking he was going to be fired, Harry kept his head down and cried with a sad face.

Malfoy was puzzled and wanted to say a few words to Harry to defend him, but he didn't know what Harry had done since he left.

Professor McGonagall strode forward, not looking at Harry, who had to trot to keep up.

The two of them ascended the steps in front of the main door and ascended the marble staircase inside, but Professor McGonagall remained silent.

She unscrewed open doors and strode through the corridors, Harry pitifully following behind, Rolf and Malfoy wanting to follow, but were scared away by Professor McGonagall's stern gaze.

Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped outside a classroom, pushed the door open, and stuck her head inside.

"I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick, can you let Wood out for a while?"

Wood Harry wondered in bewilderment, could it be a wooden cane that she was going to use to teach him a lesson?

Wood turned out to be a man, a tall, sturdy fifth-grade boy, who walked out of Professor Flitwick's classroom with a blank expression.

"You two, come with me. Professor McGonagall said, the three of them striding down the hallway together, and Wood looked at Harry curiously.

"Get in!" Professor McGonagall pointed to a classroom where Peeves was the only one in it, busy writing curses on the blackboard.

"Get out, Peeves!" She yells angrily, and Peeves throws the chalk into the trash with a thud before swearing and rushing out of the classroom.

Professor McGonagall slammed the door shut, and turned to face the boys.

The boys were horrified by Professor McGonagall, they had never seen Professor McGonagall so angry.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I found a Seeker for you. The anger on Professor McGonagall's face vanished and turned into a happy expression.

The expression on Wood's face changed from confusion to joy. "Are you serious, Professor?"

"Absolutely," said Professor McGonagall dryly, "this kid is a genius, I've never seen anything like it.

Potter, are you riding a broomstick for the first time?"

Harry nodded silently in confusion, not understanding what was going on, but it seemed that he would not be fired, and his legs began to slowly regain sensation again.

"He swooped fifty feet and reached for a small glass ball," Professor McGonagall said to Wood, "and there was no scratch at all, and I don't think Charlie Weasley could do that, right?"

Wood's expression was as if all his dreams had become reality all at once.

"Have you ever seen a Quidditch match, Potter?" Professor McGonagall kindly asked Harry Jr., who was still shivering.

Because Professor McGonagall is so famous for her Transfiguration, people forget that she was a good Quidditch player when she was a student.

In the hallway of the prize showroom, alongside James Potter and Tom Riddle, there is also a medal that reads McGonagall Minerva.

"He's the right size to be a Seeker," Wood said, looking around Harry in circles.

Light and agile, we must get him a decent broom, Professor! I think, let's have a Halo 2000 or a sweep of the Seven Stars. ”

"I'm going to talk to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can make a difference with the first-year students. Indeed, we need a better Quidditch team than last year.

I didn't dare face Snape for a few weeks after the Slytherin defeat in the last game," Professor McGonagall glared at Harry from above his glasses.

"I want to hear you train hard, Potter, or I'll change my mind and punish you. Then, she said suddenly and very seriously.

"Your father would be proud of you," she said with relief, "and he used to be a great Quidditch player." ”

"You must be kidding, right?" it was dinner time, and Harry told Ron what had happened after he and Professor McGonagall had left the grounds.

Ron was about to put a piece of steak kidney pie in his mouth, but forgot about it halfway through. "Seeker?" "But first-graders never ...... You must be the youngest academy player in many years. ”

"It's been a century. Harry said, picking up the pie with his hand and stuffing it into his mouth. After the thrilling afternoon experience, he felt very hungry," Wood told me. ”

Malfoy, who was in the distance, seemed to hear something, so he rushed over and asked with concern, "What punishment did Professor McGonagall give you?"

Ron looked at Malfoy beside him, his whole face flushed with anger, but he couldn't help it.

"I wasn't punished, I was given an exception to join Gryffindor's Quidditch team, and I started training next week. Harry said,

"Don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret. Sensing that he was saying something he shouldn't have said, he cautiously looked around before speaking to Malfoy.

Malfoy nodded dumbfounded, indicating that he understood.

At this time, Ron spoke, "Don't forget in the prize room at night, my assistant is Harry, who is your assistant?"

"Rolf," Malfoy didn't want to deal with the redhead at all, "I hope you don't cry then." ”

Then he turned and walked to Rolf's side, and told him the exciting news he had just heard.

Rolf was not surprised at all and continued to fight with the steak in front of him, while Ernie on the side dropped his fork in shock.

"Don't tell anyone else," Rolf told them carefully, despite the shocked petrified Ernie.

Malfoy nodded, but he seemed to have forgotten to tell Rolf about the night's duel?

Anyway, I'm not going to go anyway.

Then he returned to his Slytherin table, alone digesting the shock he had just received.

He...... He also wants to join the Quidditch team in Year 1, so envious!