Joining the Quidditch Team

Joining the Quidditch Team

Today was even colder than yesterday. When they got up in the morning, a layer of mist had formed on the windows.

Yet despite the windows and walls, the cold had still seeped in. Other than Harry, everyone was lying in their warm beds,

sleeping soundly and having pleasant dreams.

Ron even smacked his lips, seemingly dreaming of something delicious.

At this time, the air seemed heavy from the cold, and Harry found it much harder to breathe while running.

Once Harry had warmed up, he returned to the dormitory and saw that, just as expected, however many people had been in bed when he left were still in bed now.

Harry called for them to get up. "Hurry up, it's time for breakfast."

Someone muttered, "It's so cold. Let me sleep a little longer."

They all heard the word "cold," and at once wriggled like worms, wrapping their blankets even more tightly around themselves!

Harry: (⊙o⊙)...

"Sigh." Harry slowly pulled out his wand.

Snowball Snowball

Four snowballs suddenly appeared, then dropped into their warm beds and rolled down their collars.

Harry was very kind. He gently closed the door, afraid of waking his four friends, who were sleeping so soundly.

No need to thank me. My name is Red Scarf.

Suddenly, miserable screams of "Aah..." rang out, echoing through Hogwarts for a long time.

Hermione was sitting comfortably in the common room near the warm fireplace.

The inhuman screams gave her a fright. "What happened in the boys' dormitory?"

Meanwhile, in the boys' dormitory, the asses of students from every House clenched.

They began discussing it heatedly.

"From my analysis, the source of this incident should be a magical creature," someone declared with great certainty.

Everyone else was drawn in by his words.

"What does that scream have to do with a magical creature?" someone asked skeptically.

As if he had expected that question, the boy gave a mysterious smile. "Because, you know, the books say that creature loves men's asses the most!"

The others all wore expressions of sudden understanding. So that was it.

But their faces immediately turned pale. Damn it, there was something like that in the dormitory? How were they supposed to sleep?

After everyone crowded out of the dormitory, the one who had spread the story muttered to himself, "How could anyone believe something that stupid?"

He shook his head. Anyway, it had little to do with him.

However, the terror of rumors was beyond imagination. In just a few dozen minutes, no one knew how far the rumor had spread, and it had already been blended with all sorts of versions.

While Harry was eating breakfast, he accidentally overheard someone say, "Did you know? I heard something huge happened in the first-year boys' dormitory."

"What?" the other person immediately asked with perfect cooperation.

The first person whispered, "I heard that, other than Harry Potter, who went out running this morning, all the other boys had their ** blown up!"

"What!" The other person clearly did not believe it, yet he still looked excited by the news.

"Don't you doubt it. I heard someone saw several boys running out of their dorm room with pale faces, clutching their pants."

"..."

Harry nearly burst out laughing when he heard such a rumor.

He hurriedly wolfed down a few bites of food and left.

He was going to see Professor McGonagall and tell her his decision.

Knock knock knock

"Come in."

When Harry pushed open the door, Professor McGonagall was sitting behind her desk, wearing those black square-framed glasses.

Professor McGonagall was startled when she saw Harry, then recovered. "Have you made up your mind?"

There was a trace of nervousness and eagerness in her voice.

"Yes. I've decided to join the Quidditch Team!" Harry said seriously.

"Very good." Professor McGonagall stood up. "Your father would certainly be proud of you, because he was an excellent Seeker as well."

Professor McGonagall said in a relaxed tone, "I thought you had come to turn me down. I didn't expect you to agree."

Naturally, Harry would not tell her that a girl he had met yesterday had changed his mind.

Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall took Harry straight to the classroom of Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.

Professor McGonagall introduced him to Wood. "This is Harry, a first-year student—the Seeker I told you about a few days ago."

"Harry, this is Wood, your team captain."

Wood was a fifth-year student. He was tall and sturdy, with an imposing appearance.

"Great! We finally have a Seeker," Wood said excitedly.

After Professor McGonagall brought Harry to Wood, she left. Wood then told Harry the team's training schedule.

They agreed to officially begin training tomorrow, then each went to class.

When Hermione learned over dinner that Harry had suddenly decided to join the team after all, she racked her brains but could not figure out why he had changed his mind so suddenly.

That night, in the boys' dormitory.

Harry took the Flying Broomstick from under his bed. The kraft paper wrapping had not yet been opened.

Harry swiftly untied the string and gave it a shake. A finely crafted Flying Broomstick rolled onto the bed.

"Wow, that's..." someone beside him cried out.

The person in Harry's dormitory who loved Quidditch the most was naturally Ron, so of course he was the one speaking.

His eyes shone as he stared at the Flying Broomstick, then he awkwardly asked Harry, "Can I touch it?"

Harry smiled. "Of course."

Ron immediately picked up the broom and examined it carefully.

It was a beautiful Flying Broomstick, with elegant, glossy lines. Its handle was made of mahogany, and its long tail was bound from neat, straight twigs.

Ron turned it over and over. The words "Nimbus 2000" gleamed in gold at the top of the broom.

His eyes widened, and he stammered, "This is actually the most expensive and fastest Flying Broomstick on the market right now."

When Neville and Seamus heard Ron's words, they could not help coming over as well, and an appraisal convention began.

Harry lay on his bed, watching the children gather together and excitedly discuss it. He found it rather amusing.

Before long, he fell asleep...

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Spells

Defensive Magic:

Spell 1: Petrificus Totalus — Binding Spell
English name: Petrificus Totalus

It rendered the entire body unable to move, like a stone.

Spell 2: Disarming Charm — Self-Defense Spell
English name: Expelliarmus

It sent an opponent's weapon, such as a wand or dagger, flying into the sky, disarming them.

Spell 3: Impediment Jinx — Binding Spell
English name: Colloportus

In Phoenix Society, Harry and his group used it when sealing the doors of the Department of Mysteries. It was also very effective against simple-minded enemies; they would be unable to move as if bound by a rope.

Spell 4: Finite Incantatem — Counterspell
English name: Finite Incantatem

If your best friend has been hit by an evil spell cast by your enemy, such as Petrificus Totalus, you can try this. If it works, your best friend will become lively again. But if your magic is not strong enough, that is another matter—you might even get hit yourself.

Spell 5: Revealing Charm — Counterspell
English name: Aparecium

Want to peek at someone else's secret diary? Want to see whether a Christmas gift has been cursed? If your magic has reached a certain level, you can try the Revealing Charm. It can help you break hidden spells.

Spell 6: Riddikulus — Counterspell
English name: Riddikulus

A spell used against Boggarts. First, imagine turning the Boggart into something that makes you laugh, then use the Riddikulus spell. As long as the laughter is loud enough, the Boggart will not be able to stand it.