"Harry? What are you doing here? I thought Gryffindor's tryouts weren't until tomorrow."
Avada blinked, feeling a little confused. He knew that Harry's outstanding flying talent had caught Professor McGonagall's attention, earning him the position of Seeker in his first year, but did that mean he didn't even have to try out?
How would the other players feel about that? And how were they supposed to work together during a match?
Oh, Seekers didn't have to work with anyone else. In that case, never mind.
"Oh, you haven't heard? I just—"
Harry was about to excitedly explain that Professor McGonagall had just made him Gryffindor's youngest Seeker and given him a Nimbus 2000 when a voice abruptly interrupted him. "Harry?"
A big boy in red protective gear approached with a large box tucked under his arm. He paused when he saw Harry chatting with someone. "Is this your friend? Wait, you're that..."
"Wood."
Avada raised a hand in greeting. They had met last year when he went to watch the Weasley Twins' tryouts.
"Oh, K."
Wood finally recalled his impression of "that person whose name must not be spoken." He nodded in greeting, then said, "Sorry, K, could you give us a moment? We're..."
"Wood, I think..." Harry started to object, but Avada cut him off first.
"Is this some kind of secret project? All right, I'll head back, then."
Avada smiled. It seemed Wood wanted to keep Harry's skill level under wraps and unveil him as a secret weapon at the official match. "See you, Harry. Good luck with training, Wood."
Besides, after watching Quidditch matches all day, he was ready for a rest.
After saying goodbye to Harry, who looked a little disappointed, he headed straight for the Great Hall. Dinner wasn't over yet, and quite a few