Chapter 50: Gryffindor, Soaring to the Sky (Third Update, Seeking to Follow~)

The moon was dim and split in two, leaving just the right semicircle.

Harry snapped his fingers, and Ignifah gathered a small flame, staring at the flames for a moment before turning back to the lounge.

On weekends, he continued to boil potions, and he barely went out of his dormitory.

On Monday afternoon, there was a session of Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Lockhart learned the lesson of last week and stopped taking it upon himself to capture any "evil, terrifying" magical creatures.

Instead, he used the classroom as a stage for his performances.

He needs a few little wizards to accompany him in the plot of the novel - of course, the beautiful name "scene re-enactment".

The eaglets looked disgusted.

They don't want to do such a shameful thing.

The little lions raised their hands excitedly, eager to try one by one.

This startled Lockhart, before that, even the first-year wizards were not so enthusiastic, something was wrong, something was wrong! He hesitated, and finally chose Neville, who didn't raise his hand.

This honest Hufflepuff, who looked like he had slipped into a Gryffindor, was the most reassuring to him.

Somehow, Neville is forced to star as a clumsy snowman.

He performed well, and he showed Lockhart's demeanor to the fullest, earning fifteen points for Gryffindor for the first time outside of the herb class.

The little lions hugged him and left, cheering.

It was difficult for the other three young wizards of the house to understand why Lockhart was so enthusiastic and supportive of him, and Lockhart was already a clear straw bag.

The Weasley brothers even wrote a sonnet in praise of Lockhart.

The flesh is numb.

But Lockhart liked it very much, praised them for their future success, and framed the poem and hung it in the classroom for other young wizards to learn.

Untilβ€”

They saw that the score jewel, Gryffindor was strangely high, and it was only a week after the start of school, and they were running for two hundred points.

Is it because of Lockhart?

When I inquired, it was Lockhart, who added more than a hundred points to Gryffindor in just a few days.

They found the reason, and soon burst into enthusiasm no less than that of Gryffindor House, and Lockhart almost floated into the sky, he really thought that he was very beloved by the little wizard.

Until...

Vice Chancellor McGonagall had to remind him not to add points so often, and not to just add two or three points when someone complimented him on "Professor Lockhart is so charismatic".

Lockhart only relented slightly.

The little wizards had to rack their brains and come up with new compliments in order to get points from Lockhart.

Friday.

Harry returned from Professor McGonagall's confinement.

Ron held a piece of confetti in his hand and excitedly said, "Harry, look, Wood just came over and handed out the flyer." ”

"Quidditch?" Harry took it.

"The team is recruiting." Ron nodded, "I heard Fred say that Wood is worried right now, how can I find a qualified chaser, he is running out of hair, are you going to try?" ”

In his first-year flying lesson, Harry was still the most praised little wizard.

"I can recommend him to try the Potter's hair growth lotion." Harry casually suggested, "It works pretty well." ”

Great Britain is a country with a lot of bald people.

His cousin, Dudley, was only twelve years old, and he was on par with his uncle-in-law Feinon, and there were faint signs of hair loss.

But wizards are different, it is rare to see sparse hair, Quirrell is one, but he is in a special situation, with Voldemort planted on the back of his head, which is not a creature that likes damp and frequent environments.

Mr. Arthur Weasley counted as one, but the reason why he didn't use hair growth lotion...... It's not that he doesn't want to use it.

"He's already using it, but if he can't find a Seeker, he'll have to use it for a long time." Ron teased.

"Tomorrow afternoon?" Harry glanced at the time, "I'll go." ”

He was interested in Quidditch.

I didn't miss a few games last semester, and I was eager to try it for a long time.

The next day.

Harry disposed of the lacewings that were still boiling, and went with Ron to the Quidditch pitch.

Wood frowned.

A few of the people who came to try out today performed very averagely, maybe... If you train, you can become a chaser, a goalkeeper, but you can't become a seeker.

"Harry, you're here for the auditions, too?" Fred was the first to spot them.

"I thought you were so busy that you would miss this." George waved his hand, said hello, and chimed in.

Wood turned his head and breathed a sigh of relief: "Potter, I heard them say, you have a good talent for flying, which position are you going to try?" ”

"Seeker." Harry replied.

Wood nodded, "Did you bring a broom?" ”

Harry shook his head, he hadn't bought a broom yet, and although second-year students could bring brooms to school, they generally didn't have the opportunity to fly.

"Mine to lend you!" Fred was attentive, "It's just a sweep of the Seven Stars, but it's a good broom." ”

Wood tapped Harry on the shoulder, "Go fly and show me." ”

Harry got on his broomstick, kicked his feet, and immediately lifted into the airβ€”

The wind whistled in his ears.

He rode fast, spun deftly in circles in the air, and after two laps, Wood glanced at George.

George understood and took off on a broomstick.

Fred released the Bludger and immediately smashed it at the nearest George, and as a good batsman, he reacted quickly and swung the bat hard, and the Quaffle immediately turned around and hit Harry.

It's fast.

But it didn't pose a threat to Harry, he easily dodged it, and even rode a broomstick and easily played with Bludger in the sky.

"Alright, Harry, you can come down." Wood put his hands on a trumpet, raised it to his lips, and shouted, "George, remember to put the Bludger away." ”

Harry landed.

Wood couldn't wait to come over: "You're flying amazing!" I've heard, you're also very perceptive? What about dynamic vision? ”

"Not bad." Harry replied modestly.

"Gryffindor needs you." Wood grabbed him, "Well, would you like to join the team?" ”

"If I don't want to, this should be in the library." Harry nodded.

Wood excitedly plans for the future: "The first game is at the beginning of November, we have a month to prepare, and we start training next Wednesday, how about it? ”

Harry shook his head decisively: "I'm afraid it won't work on Wednesday." ”

Wood was stunned.

"There's Professor McGonagall's confinement." Harry explained simply, "Actually, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were not possible, and they were the confinement of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, respectively. ”

Wood stopped talking.

What did he do to provoke the two professors......

"You're a good Gryffindor." After a long while, Wood held back this sentence, "Then we can temporarily change it to Tuesday and Sunday, and then ...... when your confinement is over."

Harry interrupted, "It probably won't be over. ”

Wood was stunned.

There's no end to it... What is the meaning?

"I'm going to be locked up for a semester." Harry whispered.

Wood tilted his head back, surprised: "A semester? Gryffindor wasn't deducted as many points either. ”

"I can't see it if I've been deducted points." Fred tilted his head, "Professor Lockhart has been generous to Harry. ”

"We wrote another sonnet, but only added five points." George nodded, "But Harry can get ten points for answering one question!" ”

"If it weren't for the last time I saw Professor Lockhart dating a seventh-grade Hufflepuff senior, I would have thought he liked you."

"Dating? And students? Angelina, another Seeker on the Quidditch team, leaned over and said, "Really? ”

George nodded eagerly, "Yes, just Thursday night, after curfew, Fred and I went to the kitchen and saw a seventh-grade Hufflepuff senior enter his office. ”

"It's only been a few days since school started!" Angelina exclaimed, "And he's still a professor!" ”

Great Britain's attitude towards "teacher-student love" is conservative.

Wood waved his hand: "Okay, this is not the place to discuss gossip, we should continue to pick players." ”

The Seeker is the most important and central position of a team.

But other positions should not be underestimated.

One of the catchers was graduating, and Wood had to find a good replacement.

It wasn't until the evening that Wood reluctantly picked out a few and announced that they would train with the team tomorrow.

As the captain, he has a lot of headaches, and there are many things off the pitch that he has to solve.

I don't know how to explain to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw that they want to swap the time they use the Quidditch pitch - "Harry is locked up for a semester", and this reason sounds ridiculous.

But on Gryffindor, it's not abrupt.

There is also some rejoicing.

Fortunately... It didn't collide with Slytherin time.

The second day of training.

Wood tried to get the Golden Snitch out, and within ten minutes Harry found him and caught him quickly and without pressure.

The training went well.

The only problem was that there was a dazzling white light flashing on the sidelines.

Listen to Arya Spinnett, Gryffindor's substitute Seeker, a first-year wizard named Colin Creevey, who has been squatting with Harry for a week and has been trying to take a picture of him.

But I never met Harry, who was either in the dormitory, in the library, or in the professor's office.

This time, when he heard Harry training at the Quidditch pitch, he rushed over excitedly.

After two hours of waiting, he was finally pulled away by his friend, but he still couldn't get to Harry.

"You should buy a good broom." After training, Wood clenched his fists, "We haven't won a Quidditch Cup for six years in a row, and the last time was when Charlie was there. ”

"Halo 2001 is the best model."

"Of course, last year's light wheel 2000 is not bad."

Harry replied, he wasn't short of money right now, and the best broom was needed.

Back to the common room.

Harry immediately found the address of the broom shop from the advertising section of the Daily Prophet and asked Hedwig to order one for him, and the little girl who had only been off for a week was very angry, and it took Harry a while to coax her.