The Future Quidditch Twin Stars

Beaters were the players in Quidditch specifically responsible for the Bludgers. Two of them took the field in every match.

Unlike other players who only focused on scoring, Beaters also had to protect their teammates and disrupt opposing players—for example... eliminating other players within the rules of the game.

Professor McGonagall had watched the entire conflict between Tom and the others in the air.

After knocking Draco down, Tom had swiftly caught the Memory Ball before it hit the ground. If she had not known that Tom came from the Muggle world, she might have assumed he was the descendant of some Quidditch family.

As for Harry, he was quite good as well. He was simply far too violent when fighting, making it easy for him to violate Quidditch rules. If he received proper Quidditch training, he would certainly become an excellent Beater in the future.

"Professor McGonagall, is this really all right?" Marcus asked in confusion.

As the Head of Gryffindor, McGonagall was actually helping the Slytherin team select talented players. Wasn't that a betrayal of her own team?

"It doesn't matter. I hope no child with potential will be overlooked. No matter which House they belong to, they are ultimately Hogwarts students," Professor McGonagall said calmly.

"Thank you very much." Marcus could not help but regard her with newfound respect.

"Professor McGonagall, you really are a wonderful woman~" Harry praised.

"...Thank you for the compliments." McGonagall's expression turned rather subtle. She only felt that Harry desperately needed to brush up on his cultural studies.

Was that any way to compliment someone?

"Oh, right. After saying all that, I still haven't asked you two—are you willing to join the Quidditch team?" McGonagall suddenly remembered something.

Before this, she had only wanted to ensure that the students' talents would not go to waste, and had nearly forgotten whether these two children even liked ball sports.

If they were unwilling, then even if they were forcibly brought onto the team, they would not achieve anything worthwhile.

"I am," Tom answered.

"I am too," Harry hurriedly added.

The reason Tom agreed was not because he particularly liked Quidditch. It was because Quidditch could help him fulfill his ambitions and aspirations.

When it came to the most famous people in the entire wizarding world, aside from writers like Dumbledore and Lockhart, they were probably Quidditch stars.

After a Quidditch World Cup, a hundred thousand wizards would have watched it in person, followed by all kinds of interviews and news headlines.

Even if it was not the World Cup but merely a small Quidditch match, it could still bring Tom considerable attention.

Moreover, participating in Quidditch matches would give Tom the opportunity to learn how to use professional-grade flying brooms. As someone who strove to excel at everything, of course he had to learn it all and master it all.

So no matter the reason, he had to join Quidditch.

Class was over.

During this time, Tom and Harry had also gained a general understanding of the Quidditch team's structure, the specific rules of the game, and the training schedule.

Training was generally held after the final class in the afternoon and continued until nightfall.

Recently, the Slytherin team had been somewhat short-handed. Not only had the seventh-years graduated, but some members had also left the team to prepare for the upcoming graduation exams. They needed to focus on their magic-related courses.

That was why the team had held an emergency training session during class today.

As for Tom and Harry's Beater training, there was no rush for now.

Because neither of them had their own flying broom.

In the past, when Quidditch teams trained new members, they generally used the Qing Dynasty Old Brooms from the Flying Class storeroom. However, those brooms were now rumored to be malfunctioning and had all been sealed away.

Flying brooms were also extremely expensive magical items. Players usually feared even scratching or damaging their own brooms during training, so no one was willing to lend theirs to two first-year beginners.

Although Tom currently had only a few Galleons in his pocket, when Professor McGonagall parted from him, she had said that she would help him solve this problem.

The meaning was obvious: Professor McGonagall would pay for the flying brooms.

It was now 4:25 in the afternoon.

There were no more classes today.

On their way back to the common room, Harry could not help but sigh.

"This is so nice. Only after leaving the Dursleys did I realize there was so much warmth in this world."

As a child, he had always felt that the world was cold and heartless, whether at home or at school. It was not until a year ago, when Tom suddenly had a mental breakdown, that he felt the warm brotherly bond from Tom and from the Dudley who had been taught a lesson.

Now that he had come to Hogwarts, the warmth around him had suddenly doubled. Not only did he have the relics left behind by his parents, he also had classmates like Ron, and now several professors as well.

Now that he had joined the team, he could almost see himself and his big brother becoming Slytherin's Quidditch Twin Stars together in the future.

"It is warm indeed, but it seems a little too warm," Tom mused.

McGonagall buying Harry a flying broom could be understood as her affection for Harry. After all, James and his wife had once been two of her favorite students.

But why would she buy one for him as well?

No matter how much she cared for students, she would not go so far as to give an outrageously expensive broom to someone unrelated to her like him, would she?

Could it be because of Dumbledore?

McGonagall's concern for students, combined with Dumbledore's instructions—this was probably the most likely reason.

Just then.

[Language Interpretation Master +1 progress, Impression Level reached Lv.1, Persona activated, Achievement Points +1]

[Language Interpretation Master (Lv.1): A born Shakespeare, able to easily see through the secrets hidden between the lines and interpret people's hearts through conversation.]

["Selfless" +1 progress, Impression Level reached Lv.2, Achievement Points +1]

[Friendliness +1 progress, Impression Level reached Lv.2, Achievement Points +1]

["Brave" +1 progress, Impression Level reached Lv.2, Achievement Points +1]

Even after class ended, the series of brilliant performances from earlier kept replaying in everyone's minds.

Finally, the accumulated progress had allowed him to raise four Personas in rapid succession.

"Great!" Tom was delighted.

[Achievement Points: 12 (One lottery draw available)]

Since no one else could see it anyway, he simply willed it into action.

The next moment, a brand-new Persona entry shifted from transparent to solid, appearing in white letters against a black background on the transparent panel.

[Animal Friend (Lv.1): An innate wild aura. Many animals may not even regard you as human, making it easier for you to grow close to animals.]

"What a great Persona!" Tom's eyes lit up with delight.

He immediately thought of magical creatures. By definition, magical creatures were the beasts of the wizarding world.

Some magical creatures disliked humans intensely, whether Muggles or wizards.

If this Persona worked on magical creatures, then perhaps he could easily make a few magical creature friends in the future and turn them into part of his own strength.

I need to find a magical creature to test it on, Tom thought.

If he remembered correctly, there were quite a few magical creatures in Hogwarts Castle—for instance, the "Boggart" used as a teaching aid in Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

It was just that, on the current timeline, he had no idea where the Boggart had been placed.

As for a magical animal whose location he knew for certain, it should be the Three-Headed Dog guarding the Philosopher's Stone.