Hogwarts Melon Eater

Harry walked to the cabinet with a look of sorrow and went to “find the broom.” He didn’t know if there was a broom, but he knew Anna was here.

“Your father is an excellent Seeker!” Anna pulled Harry and said in a low voice, “I saw his trophy in the display room-right next to Gryffindor’s 85th Quiddich Cup Up—”

“He must love Quiddich very much,” Harry’s eyes widened.

“He loves Gryffindor even more, and Gryffindor hasn’t been able to touch the Quiddich Cup for two full years.”

Anna handed Harry a broomstick, who had just been cursed. Comet No. 140, the Old Antique manufactured in 1929 was placed in the back of the cabinet, and now it’s time to see rays of light again.

“I think they need you now. When Mr Potter was there—Gryffindor almost never lost—”

“Maybe you can use his name to reproduce the same Glory-let them feel the fear of being dominated by the Potter family again.”

Harry took the broomstick, his expression gradually firm, as if he had accepted some great mission–he was heavily nodded.

“I will.”

Anna patted his shoulder, flicking success.

“Mr Potter, take a broomstick for so long-did you meet Demon Ghost Vine? Follow Oliver and Ryan, you should be on the court!”

Professor McGonagall ‘He glanced at Harry’s broom and didn’t get too entangled in it—

“Go! I have to go see Charlie again.” She hurriedly left the waiting room.

Harry followed Oliver with his face filled with red light, he mumbled’it’s saved’,’we’re saved’, didn’t notice Harry’s rotten broomstick at all, and didn’t pay attention to Harry, who seemed to be malnourished -That’s someone recognized by Professor McGonagall-the chaser should be such a flexible look, and Marcus is an exception.

Maybe this Mr Potter is full of doubts, but as long as Gryffindor has a chance to win, Oliver doesn’t care about anything.

Ryan took a complicated look at Harry’s broomstick. “Potter, would you like to change a broomstick?”

He leaned over and whispered in Harry’s ear, “You Not a school student? Is it a relative of Professor McGonagall?”

“What?!” Harry almost pinched the broomstick. “No! No need to change the broom, thank you!”

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There was a moment of silence.

Probably out of honesty, he whispered to Ryan, “I am indeed not a student here, but I am not a relative of Professor McGonagall either!”

“I understand—” Ryan was nodded, showing a clear expression.

Harry didn’t know what Ryan knew. He had no time to take care of it. He stepped onto the Quiddich stadium. Hearing the huge cheers from around him, he felt his feet tremble too much.

“Is he really okay?” Nymphadora ran back to the waiting room.

“I was scared to death just now, and my height has changed back-I hope they didn’t notice that Professor McGonagall was short.” Nymphadora clutched his heart.

“You did a great job, they will believe it.” Anna moved towards She raised her chin outside the window and motioned Nymphadora to come and take a look.

“Gryffindor will win.”

Nymphadora shrugged, “It’s better this way, we hope we can match Gryffindor dignified exactly on the court.”

Of course, Nymphadora thinks that Gryffindor is also a good loser, at least it reduces Hufflepuff a strong opponent.

“Huh? Didn’t you see Ron them?” Anna ran to the entrance and opened the curtain. There was not even a silhouette outside.

“I saw the three of them running towards the castle, I should visit their big brother…” She noticed the helpless expression on Anna’s face, “What’s wrong with Anna? This is not normal Is it?”

Anna was unable to answer this question, but fortunately, Nymphadora was quickly attracted by the exclamation on the court.

“Oh-second time! Marcus tried to hit Gryffindor’s secret weapon-this thin boy with a red headscarf and his face!”

The face of the narrator He was dyed with excited flushed red, “Who the hell is he!? Why cover his face!? What does the red turban represent!?”

“Most Young Lady, if you are academic There can be a bit of such a ridiculous spirit of deliberative research-you won’t be D in my class.”

An aquiline nose professor couldn’t help but interrupt the narrator’s enthusiasm-that The masked boy flying on the court gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, but it happened that Professor McGonagall was not there, and he couldn’t hold back his face to ask a Lion Academy student who their secret weapon was–

Of course, the young lions don’t know who this red headscarf is flying in the air, but he has escaped two Marcus’s attacks, and his movements are very flexible. It seems that he should be a chaser by nature—they cheer. , “Red turban! Red turban!”

On the broomstick, Slytherin’s secret weapon, Marcus-it was not very pleasant. Harry’s appearance completely robbed him of the gaze that should have appeared on him.

“Why did you know to run? You are still not a Gryffindor!” Marcus tried to irritate Harry, “You’re just a nobody! Look at your rotten broomstick!”

He took a closer look at Harry’s broomstick and was really surprised. “Merlin’s beard! What is that? Filch will not sweep the floor, comet 140!”

“Why cover your face Are you so ugly?”

Harry was looking for golden snitch in the air nervously in a cold sweat, and there was no time to talk to Marcus.

Marcus continued to be arrogant, he pointed to Harry’s head, “That red headscarf—a dirty muggle product, what kind of garbage would use such a thing—you mud… “

“shua——”Marcus got a cold head.

The audience was in an uproar.

“***,” Although he said it was not standard, Harry still cursed in a beautiful language. This was one of the few things he learned from Anna in a short time.

Marcus didn’t understand. Maybe the red turban was scolding him, but he couldn’t think anymore, and a lot of hair slipped from his fingertips.

“Ahhh ——” He screamed while turning his grief and anger into strength, moved towards the red turban and rushed over. He can’t care about the golden snitch that appeared. He wants revenge. He wants to hit this mudblood. turn!

But Marcus suddenly found himself unable to catch up.

He was dumbfounded-the latest Nimbus 1700 could not catch up with an Old Antique Comet 140-it was more surprising than the hair he fell.

Harry’s eyes once again only have the golden ball, just like his time at The Burrow, but the only difference is that this golden snitch doesn’t have Anna’s repair spell.

This is much easier to catch than Anna’s old snitch, Harry thought, grabbing the golden ball flying in front of him, with a confident expression on his face.

Professor aquiline nose stood up incredulously.

“Wow–“

The narrator also stood up, and she slapped the table in front of her with excitement, “Gryffindor’s secret weapon caught the golden snitch-congratulations Gryffindor Add 150 points!”

There was a moment of silence in the field, and suddenly violent shouts and cheers broke out, “Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Secret weapon! Secret weapon!”

“So say this’ Who the hell is the Red Turban?” A Ravenclaw asked the young lion next to him.

Harry’s mask was blown off when he was chasing the ball at the end. Many people were looking at him, some were enthusiastic, and most were confused.

“Leave him alone, I won it!”

[The Boy Who Lived in Distress-Secret Weapon: Mission Completion Reward: Memory +50, Reaction Power +50,’Harry Attribute template’additional task completed (13)]

[Harry participated in a formal Quiddich, won victory, courage +30]