Around 10 o'clock, all the students from Gryffindor who came to participate in the selection competition had arrived.
The school team is short two positions this year: Chaser and Seeker.
Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell, who have become Chaser, are comforting their good friend and team substitute Alicia Spinnet.
"I prepared for a whole year..."
Alicia didn't seem too sad.
Angelina and Katie were initially very unhappy about the sudden appearance of a competitor.
But the Beater Fred and George told them who the man was.
"With Vincent on the team, we're sure to win the championship this year."
All three girls turned their attention to the boy on the sidelines, who was doing warm-up exercises.
"I used to think they were all sweaty and smelly."
Now...
"My God, he's only eleven years old!"
"It's okay, I can wait."
"Shameless!"
Angelina and Katie both felt that Alicia, who had voluntarily withdrawn, was beyond saving.
"Wow, look at his broom!"
The three squinted and all saw the red and gold broom that had never appeared in a magazine before.
"It's not simple..." Angelina, who had loved Quidditch since childhood, seemed to have figured something out.
It lacks a streamlined appearance, featuring only an extremely sharp, angular design.
The wide, irregular shape of the branches makes the whole broom look like a lion's tail.
Vincent, who had taken off on his broomstick, nodded to Wood, who was standing by the central Iron Globe Gate.
He held the twelve-inch-diameter, bright red Quaffle in his arms and gradually began to accelerate.
It took less than ten seconds to go from zero to 100 miles per hour.
This explosive power that stunned everyone was only two-thirds of its limit.
After circling the court twice, Vincent had become familiar with the performance of the Rascal Rabbit.
The shuddering during high-speed braking disappeared, and the reaction time even increased slightly.
It must be said that Josen, as the chief designer, is indeed quite skilled at making minor internal improvements.
Oh, Merlin!
He actually made an abrupt stop in mid-air!
Wood, who had just crossed three goals, covered his mouth with his hand.
Before Vincent, who was at the edge of the field, could come to a complete stop, he spun sideways for a full rotation.
The Quaffle in his hand had already been thrown out during this process.
A slightly curved parabola connects the edge of the field to the central goal at extremely high speed.
"Using the momentum of sudden braking to change course, and over such a long distance..."
Wood looked back at the Quaffle, which had passed through the goal and was still flying out of the field.
As it tilted, the arc became less pronounced than it had been at the beginning.
Alicia, Angelina, and Katie all gaped in astonishment.
That arm strength is probably not much different from that of former captain Charlie.
"Is he really a first-year wizard?"
"Although I believe it, this is just too incredible."
"I've decided to take his combat lessons."
Under the excited gazes of the three girls, Vincent once again scored a goal with an unorthodox, flying shot.
"Minerva, he's so talented!" Josen exclaimed, standing up excitedly.
With the telescope magnified to its maximum, he could clearly see every minute movement.
"There's absolutely no unnecessary swaying; this level of control is nothing like someone who's just started using a flying broom..."
McGonagall, standing next to him, had a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.
"Josen, you made an absolutely lucrative deal."
"You have a good eye, Minerva."
Harry was very nervous in the stands.
The better Vincent performed, the heavier he felt.
The Chaser's responsibility is to score, while the Seeker's responsibility is to end the game.
If the opponent catches the Golden Snitch, worth 150 points, right at the start of the game...
Harry, his mind increasingly in turmoil, stared blankly at the figure still throwing various difficult balls.
He lacks self-confidence.
"Hey, Harry— "
He looked up and saw that it was Vincent flying over.
"Keep going, we will win every game."
Vincent raised his right hand. "Quidditch is a team sport. You believe I can score, and I believe you can catch the Golden Snitch."
In that instant, Harry recalled all his childhood experiences.
He was having a very bad time, a really bad time.
But all of this changed at Hogwarts.
Let's cheer each other on!
The two gave each other a high five.
Riding his brand-new, Sweeping Six Stars, Harry's expression became exceptionally determined.
He has experienced the hardest and most difficult days; he is no longer the little boy who lived in the cupboard.
After he nodded to Wood, the Golden Snitch quickly darted into the sky.
It roamed the entire field, but soon disappeared completely.
Harry, suspended in mid-air, scanned the surroundings sharply.
A streak of gold flashing in the distance made him unconsciously curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.
"This kid is pretty good too." Josen put down his binoculars. "Minerva, you're going to sweep the championships for the next seven years."
McGonagall smiled as she watched Harry chase the Golden Snitch. "You know what?"
I feel that my life's dream is about to come true.
He looked at the pair of little hands that were so excited they didn't know what to do with themselves, and his lips twitched violently.
Every Gryffindor student knows what their Headmaster's wishes are.
"That's great, Harry!"
McGonagall, who was excitedly standing up, had only the Golden Snitch in Harry's hand in her eyes.
Josen looked down at his pocket watch. "It hasn't even been ten minutes yet. Mr. Potter has a lot of potential."
"Josen, do you have a better broom?"
"You mean a custom-made one?"
She subtly shifted her emerald green eyes.
"Okay, but its performance isn't as good as Mr. Wayne's."
"You know when the competition will start."
Josen gritted his teeth and agreed.
In two months, they figured out how to make a brand new flying broom from scratch.
It's a non-mass-produced model designed specifically for Harry.
The Cleansweep Broom Company, which just finished overtime, is probably going to have to work all night again.
But everyone in the company understands the value of this investment in the future.
Both players, in high spirits, turned their attention to the grass on the court.
The seven team members there were all hugging each other.
Goalkeeper and captain Wood held Harry tightly in his arms.
His complete lack of intention to let go prompted Vincent to quickly break free from Fred and George.
"Dude, what's wrong?"
"Wood —well, you know what I mean."
George grinned mischievously. "No, no, no, he's not that simple."
He only managed to utter the second half of his sentence when Vincent's face was filled with terror.
Wood had long since married Quidditch.
As long as you contribute to the team, he will absolutely treat you like his own daughter.
Upon closer inspection, Wood's embrace of Harry did indeed resemble that of an old father hugging his beloved daughter.