"You've added a new player?" Wood's attention was diverted. "1, 27."
"Aren't there already seven?"
Are you kidding me?
Then, Crabbe and Goyle, both of whom were enormous, emerged from the wall of men.
Flint chuckled. "Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle. Our substitutes."
"A substitute player?" Fred scoffed. "You must have a bad stomach, so farting is as easy for you as breathing."
"They deserve it!" Flint laughed. "Let's show Draco!"
Draco stepped out from the end, raised the broom forward, and the gold lettering on it was no longer "Nimbus 2000," nor were the marks of long-term wear and tear on the broom handle.
It was a brand new, smooth, and shiny Flying Broomstick, with a line of beautiful gold lettering "Nimbus 2001" dazzling the Gryffindor Quidditch Team in the morning sunlight.
"The latest model, it just came out last month," Flint said nonchalantly.
"They paid for our best Seeker to replace their brooms."
"I believe it's much faster than the old Nimbus 2000 series. As for the old-fashioned Silver Arrow," he grinned mischievously at Fred and George, each clutching a Cleansweep, "Use them to sweep the floor."
Malfoy's face remained expressionless.
Crabbe next to him was laughing heartily, his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Oh, look," Flint said, "Someone has broken into the field."
Ron and Colin walked over from the lawn to see what had happened.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you guys playing ball? What are they doing here?"
Ron stared in surprise at Crabbe and Goyle, who were putting on their Slytherin Quidditch team.
"Goyle and I are Slytherin Quidditch Team's substitutes, Weasley," Crabbe said smugly. "Everyone was just admiring the new brooms we gave Draco. Pretty good, huh?"
"Perhaps Gryffindor Quidditch Team could also recruit a few substitutes."
"But you certainly can't scrape together enough gold to buy a new broom, can you?"
"By the way, you can sell your brothers' Silver Arrow prizes; I think the museum will offer to buy them."
The Slytherin members, except for Draco, burst into loud laughter.
"Enough, Crabbe," Draco snapped impatiently.
Crabbe's smile froze, and he looked somewhat displeased.
At that moment, a white light flashed, accompanied by the sound of a camera shutter.
It's Colin.
"Even if we recruit substitutes, our Gryffindor Quidditch Team won't need to spend any money."
"I really regret taking your picture; it's ruined my camera."
Crabbe's expression darkened further. "Nobody asked you, you stinking Mudblood!"
This statement immediately triggered an explosive reaction.
The emotions stirred up caused the 'spider web' to shatter instantly.
The force of 'inertia' was digested in advance.
Harry, still suspended in mid-air, suddenly glowed, and milky white wings unfolded from his back.
"—Holy behold! Harry Potter!—Holy behold! Harry Potter!"
"—Holy behold! Harry Potter!—Holy behold! Harry Potter!"
"You are the savior of the world! You are the Bane of the Dark Lord!"
"The whole earth knows You, and sing to You!"
"The Holy Infant Who Survived Great Calamity, the Savior Who Saves Britain!"
The pure, ethereal singing voice instantly echoed throughout the stadium.
A milky white halo began to condense above Harry's head.
It's outrageous! Basil only provided a wisp of Michael's aura, and through the power of the ritual, angelic power that doesn't exist in this world was born.
That's not accurate either, God doesn't exist in this world.
Harry's angelic power was violently violated by the milky white beliefs of countless wizards, forcing it to be filled with its own power.
Therefore, Harry now embodies the roles of Holy Father, Holy Son, and Holy Spirit, a triune being.
But Basil was still somewhat disappointed.
To be on the safe side, he originally planned to have Ron be the one to be beaten.
As a result, nobody cares about Mudblood anymore.
They all stared blankly at the luminous object high in the sky.
Bathed in milky light.
Harry's head and hair were white, like white wool, like snow.
His eyes were like flames.
His face shone like the blazing sun.
The feet seemed to be forging bright copper in a furnace.
The sound it produced was like the sound of many waters.
"Jesus Christ!" Colin exclaimed, falling to the ground.
"Who is Jesus Christ?" Ron asked anxiously.
Colin's eyes were full of piety as he murmured, "Jesus Christ was born of the Spirit of God. The Father is in the Son, and the Son is in the Father. The Father and the Son are one."
"What are you talking about?" Ron didn't understand; it sounded like something weird.
Wood muttered to himself, "Quidditch Cup Please, Seeker Harry...
To ease the tension, Fred and George joked, "I really want to see Harry's butt!" "What? Does it glow?"
Other players wanted to get close to Harry on broomsticks, but each time the thought crossed their minds, it vanished abruptly.
"Come out and see God!" a group of international students exclaimed in the dormitory.
Masaru Kobayashi was instantly terrified, his eyes flashing like snakes. Damn! Another power capable of instantly killing me! And it's Harry Potter!
Manstein narrowed his eyes; the Prophecy future had changed again.
In the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore existential doubt. When did Harry acquire such power? Do angels really exist? Is the power the Dark Lord doesn't understand not love?
The milky white light had spread out of the stadium.
The light was both dazzling and soft.
It is also highly penetrating.
The Merpeople at the bottom of the Black Lake looked up in surprise, and a pure white human figure inexplicably appeared in their hearts.
The sacred, ethereal singing voice also rang in my ears.
The Werewolf deep in the Forbidden Forest covered his eyes.
The castle's thick walls were also breached.
Nearly Headless Nick, was surprised to find that his pearly white body was beginning to regain color.
The stone walls began to glow, their roughness turning smooth, and they could even reflect people's images like a mirror.
So everyone in the castle, no matter what they were doing, whether sleeping or reading, began to hear singing.
Harry's image began to emerge in my mind.
They knew almost without thinking where the light came from and where the true form was.
So everyone gathered on the field.
A dozen minutes later, the stands were filled with students.
The Merpeople all surfaced and gazed towards the stadium.
The professors stood on the lawn.
Harry's Flying Broomstick had detached from his body, but Harry himself was still hovering in mid-air.
They all took out their wands and waved them in the air.
The professors clearly wanted to do something, but they seemed to be cursed, having lost their usual superb Mana.
No, to be precise, just like the team members who wanted to fly up and save Harry, they couldn't even muster the idea of bringing him down.
Only Snape, with his empty eyes and sallow face flushed red, shot a beam of blue light at Harry.
However, the light was consumed by the milky white aura surrounding Harry as it moved toward him.
The professors tried to communicate with Harry, but the hymns and aura surrounding him seemed to block out even the sound.
Only a clear, water-like echo could be heard.
A dark glint flashed in Snape's eyes, and the arm gripping his wand began to lose its color.
This is clearly a prelude to using Dark Magic.
"Severus, be rational," Professor McGonagall advised.
"Reason? What reason do you expect me to have?" Snape was practically going mad. "Lily's child is hanging in the sky. In the so-called safest place, Hogwarts."
"Where's Dumbledore? Why hasn't he shown up yet?"
Flitwick explained, "I ran into him on the way here, and he said it wouldn't do Harry any harm."
"But for Harry's safety, he plans to consult with his friends."
"Research?" Snape laughed angrily. "Unless his friend is at Hogwarts, Harry will be dead by the time the research results are out!"
This was the first time Harry realized how much Snape cared about him.
He desperately wanted to say that he wouldn't die.
Whether it was the halo above his head or the wings growing from his back, he had an effortless sense of control.
The songs and aura surrounding him were not what the professors suspected were binding him.
Although they were like heavy swamps, rendering him unable to move and only able to open and close his mouth.
But he could feel them being slowly absorbed by him, just like being in the warm amniotic fluid of the mother's womb.
This gave him a visual impression of an egg.
He himself is like an embryo inside, slowly absorbing nutrients, waiting to hatch.
Harry's true feelings were unknown to anyone.
Many people are very worried about this.
Ron was frantic, "This must be the work of those international students. Nothing happened before they came."
Ginny, on the other hand, was more rational. "I don't think it's as bad as you think."
"If it were truly dangerous, Dumbledore would probably have arrived long ago."
"It should also have nothing to do with international students."
"Drink!" Ron gasped, nearly fainting.
How could you be so heartless?
"Regardless of whether Harry is alright or not, your attitude is unacceptable."
"Ginny, I'm really disappointed."
"My sister would do that."
Ron was utterly dejected, and gripped Harry's Nimbus 2000 hand even tighter.
He said seriously, "Do you think I wouldn't observe things first before I start making unreasonable demands?"
"I've discovered that two of the international students are not present."
"Manstein of Germany and Li Lin of Japan."
"They are both very suspicious."
"One who always managed to crouch down right in Dumbledore and also got along well with everyone around him."
"One is too cowardly and doesn't fight back when bullied."
"You know, the little wizards in Japan have studied magic for four years longer than us!"
Ginny ignored Ron's long-winded explanation and astutely found the blind spot. "How do you know that the Japanese wizards have studied magic for four more years than us?"
Ron's ears turned red. "Can't I even show some concern for these spies?"
"You like Junko Suzuki," Ginny said in an unquestionable tone.
"What?" Ron exclaimed like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on. "What do you mean, 'like'? I just care about Basil; it's what a friend should do."
Harry and the like were instantly forgotten by Ron.
Dumbledore said he could understand this.
He also completely forgot about Harry.
In the empty classroom on the third floor, Dumbledore and Manstein looked at each other, then looked away, remaining silent for a long time.
Who is Harry Potter? Dumbledore doesn't care at all now.
Basil's eyes widened.
Silence speaks louder than words.
Even though he was slow to realize it, he soon came to the conclusion that the German boy in front of him did not just look like Grindelwald.
It's Grindelwald!
"Albus, are you really not worried about your student?" Grindelwald broke the silence first.
"Don't you hate powerful, uncontrollable forces the most? Like me."
Dumbledore stared blankly at his long legs, without looking up. "Harry is fine."
"That power is not uncontrollable."
"Although that force is xenophobic and domineering, it is still somewhat benevolent."
"Moreover, that power only appears to be difficult to control, and it is released in all directions."
"Didn't you notice? In that moment when you were bathed in that light, whose image shone in your heart?"
"Harry has completely digested it in some unimaginable way."
"It is trapped now and cannot break free simply because it is too large. It will take time to expand to Harry Harry's small body."
"I suddenly realize now that I've been too arrogant all along."
"I thought I could calculate everything and make everything unfold according to my expectations."
But in reality
"Yes, reality," Grindelwald, who possessed the Prophetic Ability, also sighed.
It was already noon.
The huge fireball was burning fiercely.
Even though it was already September, it was still fiercely scorching the Dadi, pouring out excessive light and heat.
Conversely, the milky-white sun that illuminated the entire Hogwarts —the halo around Harry— gradually receded.
The students on the highest level of the stands had already noticed that it was quiet outside.
At the same time, they lost the protection of the milky white light and were exposed to the scorching sun.
The veins bulged out, and the skin was reddish.
On the lawn, Snape, basking in the protective milky-white light, was just like the students in the back rows.
Snape's ashen face turned a ghastly brick red, and a vein throbbed ominously on his shiny temple. "Filius! Where's Dumbledore you were talking about?"
Professor Flitwick lowered his head, only daring to look at his own pointed boots. "Perhaps Dumbledore thought Harry would be alright?"
"Perhaps it's true," Professor Sprout added. "Didn't you notice? The range of light has shortened."
Snape gritted his teeth. "How can you guarantee that Potter won't explode in the end?"
Lupin nodded. "Even if Harry is alright, Dumbledore still have to come out and tell everyone."
"The gates of Hogwarts are already crowded with wizards."
"Sirius is inside."
"I can smell his scent."
Standing before the magnificent cast-iron gates, Hagrid stammered as he explained, "The school is safe now."
A large crowd, led by Sirius, stood on the other side of the iron gate.
The reason they are behaving so well now is because Nymphadora Tonks is holding a wand and standing next to Hagrid.
Sirius, who was regarded as a hero and was now considered the leader of this group, could only ask awkwardly, "Can you guarantee that Harry is really alright?"
The translation of Fred and George's broom as "Silver Arrow" and "Cleansweep Seven No. 5" is an error in an early translation.