The weather in January was still cold and wet, but none of the young wizards who hurried to the Quidditch pitch cared about the windy weather, they gathered in a circle, and at the center of the circle was a eager Harry.

Wood glanced at Harry's broom with a fervent look of adoration, and then, impatiently, said,

"Find your senses, Harry!"

Even if Sirius's existence was still a shadow in his heart, even if he and Ron and Hermione had to clean most of the castle's bathrooms during the happy Christmas holidays because of Malfoy's whistleblowing, even if the origin of the broom was a mystery, at this moment, Harry's mood was still extremely happy, and nothing could interfere with him.

He's finally going to take to the skies on this firebolt!

Ever since he received the broomstick, Harry had fantasized about it every night, and now, his dream had finally come true, and he didn't want to wait a second, and at the moment Wood gave the command, Harry kicked it with his foot, and the whole person jumped into the sky like a phantom.

It felt even better than he had dreamed of these days, and with a light touch of it, the firebolt responded, and it seemed to obey his mind rather than his control.

Harry flew across the field on a firebolt that turned the stands green and grey, and, with his dynamic vision, could not distinguish the faces of the crowd on the ground when the bolts were at full strength!

At this moment, another group of people rose on the ground, and it was the Gryffindor team members who had risen into the air one after another under Wood's command.

Quidditch is not a game that can be won by one person, and the entire Gryffindor team has to adapt to the rhythm of Harry, who has skyrocketed in strength due to the acquisition of firebow arrows.

However, compared to Harry's speed, the others were as slow as a donkey.

Harry thrust into the Gryffindor team as they rehearsed their attacking formation like a meteor from the sky, and he 'fell' in front of Arya Spinnett, causing her to scream loudly, and then Harry began to control the speed and angle, and finally the broom was parallel to the ground when his face was still five feet from the ground, and then quickly rose into the air, thirty feet and, forty feet, fifty feet--

"This is not an action that ordinary people can do!"

This scene just now made Ron choke up with excitement, and he looked at the mighty figure in mid-air with envy on his face, as if he was fantasizing that he would one day be able to fly so chic.

"He can't be careful!"

Hermione's expression was not so pleasant, she covered her hair, which was blown by the wind, and said in a dissatisfied tone with a frown,

"Harry is a little too excited, isn't he, this broom, in my opinion, Professor Bryan should be down and watching, if I mean if, his judgment is wrong, at the very least, there is a chance to make amends!"

No one heeded Hermione's complaints, they were all immersed in Harry's flamboyant flying skills.

"Harry, I let the Snitch out!"

Seeing that the time was almost up, Wood shouted into the sky.

Harry swooped down again, this time, passing between Fred and George, who were flying side by side, and the golden snitch that fluttered like a shadow was caught in Harry's hand before he could accelerate rapidly.

A wild cheer erupted on the Quidditch pitch, and Fred and George clapped their hands behind them and shouted,

"One more time, Harry!"

Harry let the Snitch slip through his fingertips, first making it circle around the Quidditch pitch, then quickly chasing after it, using an S-shape to get around several of his teammates in front of him, and finally pulling the broomstick high, a jump-like arc whistling over Katie Bale's head, and finally, catching the Snitch on the back of the frame!

Under the dark canopy, the white snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the tall ball rings in the distance became Harry's backdrop, and he turned around on the firebolt, holding his right hand high to grab the golden snitch, looking down on the court like a Quidditch king!

At this moment, apart from cheers, there was no other discordant sound on the field.

"It's a good flight, at least, Malfoy can't compare to Harry."

Hermione clapped her hands and said calmly.

"That scum isn't flying as fast as Hedwig!"

Ron, with his palms red, cheered, and he squeezed through the middle of the Gryffindors who landed one after another, ready to ask Harry if he would let him try his firebolts later.

"In my opinion, nothing can stop us from winning!"

Wood said categorically, in a more firm tone than he had been outside Professor Blaine's office.

"I bet, Harry,"

Fred patted Harry on the shoulder appreciatively,

"Even those Dementors can't catch up with you."

It was the best training session, and the appearance of the firebolts encouraged the team, and even Wood didn't find fault with them for the first time.

"Can you try this firebolt too, Harry?"

Harry's roommate, Seamus said wistfully.

It's no myth that Quidditch is the most popular sport in the wizarding world, and it's only because of Harry's outstanding talent that these young wizards of Harry's level have been overshadowed, but in fact, most of them have secretly practiced Quidditch in private.

"Hey, buddy!"

Ron glared at Seamus dissatisfied,

"I've already discussed it with Harry, you'll have to be behind me."

"No one is allowed to touch this broom until our match with Ravenclaw is over!"

Both Ron and Seamus's attempts failed, as Wood said in a loud voice.

Wood had gone berserk with the hope of the Quidditch trophy, and he couldn't allow Gryffindor's best odds to happen to him, even if the firebolt wasn't his, even if it was Harry's roommate who made the request.

In the face of Wood's order to prohibit it, Harry could only innocently shrug his shoulders at the disappointed Ron and Seamus.

In order to see the demeanor of the fire crossbow arrows, these little wizards of Gryffindor did not even eat breakfast, after Wood announced the completion of the training, they were all walking towards the castle in twos and threes, Harry reassured Ron, and was also about to go back to the auditorium to find something to eat to fill his stomach, but the dream came true, and he suddenly felt a little strange when his excitement had passed the highest point, as if someone was watching him.

Harry turned his head in the direction from which the strange sensation came, and immediately showed a surprised expression.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione, who had always had a distrust of the firebow arrows, immediately sensed that something was wrong with Harry, and she followed Harry's gaze, and when she saw the two figures on the bottom steps of the stands, Hermione's delicate eyebrows were raised unconsciously.

It's Crook Mountain, it's crouching in the stands and watching this side, and it's not alone, and next to it, there is a dog about the size of Crook Mountain?

"Crookshan, you slipped out of Hagrid again?"

Hermione, who reacted, immediately ran over happily.

Ron was the last to spot the two critters on the side of the pitch, and the moment he saw Crookshank, his face sank, and he reluctantly walked behind Harry, muttering as he went,

"Last time, it was the cat named Lenny, and this time I don't know where to find the dog, this beast is still quite good at finding friends for himself, so why can't he give Spotted a way to live?"

Harry and Ron were under the stands, and Hermione had already taken Crookhill in her arms, touching its furry head affectionately.

Ron watched it all coldly, and Harry, instead of focusing on Hermione and her cat, stared at the little black dog half-crouched on the stairs.

It's weird.

Harry wondered why this dog looked familiar. Moreover, it looks into its own eyes. Hmm, relieved?

(End of chapter)