In the warm sun, Malfoy and Harry chased after me, whizzing over the meadows, circling in circles.

Originally, the brooms of the two were about the same, and at the same speed, they should not be able to catch up.

But I have to admit that talent is sometimes more important than hard work, Harry flew more and more smoothly, the whole person was lying on the broomstick, reducing the wind resistance, plus he was bold enough to dare to speed up, and he gradually caught up with Malfoy.

When Harry was about to grab his broomstick tail for the last time, Malfoy let out a nervous scream and threw Neville's memory ball into the air.

"Here, see if you can catch it!"

The crystal clear glass ball streaked a sleek curve through the air, reached its highest point, and then began to fall.

Harry looked at the orb and didn't think anything, just leaned forward and pointed his broomstick downward...... In the blink of an eye, he sped down and chased the orb...... The wind whistled in his ears, mixed with the screams of his classmates below...... He reached out and grabbed the orb a foot above the ground.

"Oh!"

The Gryffindor students let out a cheer, and Ron took the lead in running towards Harry. And Malfoy, who threw out the memory ball, instantly froze the smile on his face.

But the next moment, his frozen expression turned to pain, because Clark made a move.

Harry's chase was not aimless, he kept changing directions, just to force Malfoy unconsciously to a very close place to Clark, and after estimating the distance, Clark directly took out a small pocket, shook out all the powder inside, and pointed at his wand, and the spurting magic turned into a whirlwind, wrapped in the powder, and pounced on Malfoy.

This is the simplest use of magic, and there is no need to even chant spells, and the powder, driven by the magic power, falls imperceptibly and silently on Malfoy's body, and it quickly takes effect.

Malfoy first buckled his head, scratched his face, and then scratched his back, but this did not relieve the itching on his body, and he could only stagger down his height while scratching, and fell to the ground.

But even if he fell to the ground, with the help of his two attendants, the itching on his body could not be relieved. This flea powder, which specializes in making people's skin itch, is a new trick prop invented by the Weasley twin brothers, and after Clark saw it, he unceremoniously took some over.

After seeing Malfoy scratching his ears and cheeks, and confirming that he had been hit, Clark turned his head to look at Harry. I saw that he had straightened the broom in time, and then fell lightly on the grass, still holding the memory ball firmly in the palm of his hand.

"Harry Potter!"

Before everyone could cheer, a shout suddenly exploded, and Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, was striding towards them.

Harry felt a chill in his heart and quickly got off the broomstick, but it was too late.

"I've been at Hogwarts for so many years...... Never ......"

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry in amazement, unable to speak, only the back of his glasses flashing with anger, "...... How dare you...... You're going to break your neck......"

Harry stood on the ground as he approached the lamb by the lioness, shivering and sweating like rain.

"It's not his fault, Professor......"

"Shut up, Miss Petyer......"

"Professor McGonagall!" Clark stepped forward, "It was Malfoy who first disobeyed Mrs. Hodge's orders, went to heaven without permission, and snatched Neville's memory ball!" Harry tried to stop Malfoy, but Malfoy was unrepentant and threw the orb of memory into the distance. ”

The advantages of a good student were evident at this moment, and Clarke's words succeeded in dispelling Professor McGonagall's anger.

She glanced at Malfoy, and saw that he was scratching his ears and cheeks, grinning his teeth, and twisting his body in a state of nothing, and her heart became more and more displeased, and she believed Clarke's words even more.

"I see, Mr. Prewitt, Malfoy disrupts classroom discipline and deducts 20 points. Alright, Potter, follow me. ”

With that, ignoring Malfoy's changed complexion, Professor McGonagall turned and strode towards the castle, Harry mechanically following her.

Things turned out like this, the flying lesson was a waste, and when Mrs. Hodge returned, they didn't have a chance to fly into the sky again, just stood honestly on the ground, practicing the broomstick riding posture.

When it was time for dinner, Harry came back elated, dirty but in good spirits.

He told Ron and Clark about what had happened after he and Professor McGonagall had left the grounds.

"You're kidding."

Ron was about to put a piece of beef patty in his mouth, and he forgot about it halfway through.

"Seeker?" "It's incredible," he said, "because you've never had a first-year student join Quidditch, and you've got to be the youngest house player in years." ”

"It's been a century." Harry said, giving up his knife and fork, grabbing the pie and stuffing it into his mouth, feeling very hungry after a thrilling encounter in the afternoon.

"Wood told me." Harry glanced at Clarke, and he saw that Clark was not surprised by this.

Instead, Ron reacted greatly, he was too surprised, too shocked, too envious, and just sat there, staring blankly at Harry.

At this time, Hermione, who was sitting next to Clark, opened her mouth to criticize him. "Listen, Harry, it's not always time you're going to have that good luck!"

These words were very unkind, which made the smile on Harry's face freeze, but fortunately, Clark saw that the situation was not good, and took the initiative to ease the atmosphere.

"I think Harry is still a bit talented, I've seen it in the prize showroom, Harry's father once helped Gryffindor get a Quidditch trophy." Harry was delighted by that.

"I'll start training next week." Harry said, "Don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret. ”

It's a pity that his words should have been said in vain, and in this school, there are no secrets.

No, Clarke's two cousins, George and Fred, walked into the dining room side by side, and as soon as they saw Harry, they walked over quickly.

"Well done," George whispered, "Wood told us that we're also from the House team, and we're batters. ”

"I'll tell you, we're going to win the Quidditch Cup this year." "We haven't won since Charlie left, but we're going to have a great team this year. You must be great, Harry, and Wood was so excited when he told us about it. ”

Clark looked at the two of them and shook his head speechlessly, he bet that these two people would not be able to help but reveal the fact that Harry became a Gryffindor Seeker, after all, these two guys have notoriously loose mouths.

At this time, George also saw Clark sitting on the side, and suddenly asked, "By the way, Clark, is the goods we gave you easy to use?" ”

Clarke, on the other hand, gave him a thumbs up and smiled brightly.

"It works great!"