Seeker

At 3 p. m., after Flying Class ended, Madam Hooch mysteriously disappeared with Harry.

Harry didn't return to the common room until it was almost dinnertime.

In the Great Hall, while people from other houses were discussing Dudley breaking the flying broom, the Ravenclaw students were gathered around Harry, who had just returned.

"You're kidding," Ron said in surprise.

"If that's true, then you'd be the youngest college team player in a century," Hermione said inquiringly.

"I was originally just recommended to Professor Flitwick so that I could be a substitute and participate in the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team's group training or something."

"But coincidentally, Jonny is the Seeker, and he's a seventh-year student now, graduating this year, so he doesn't have the energy to participate in training. Although we (hey, Harry's already joined us, Ron said) spend most of our time devising tactics, we can't just not train all the time."

"So according to Roger, who is now in charge of the team, why not just let me try out Seeker?"

"He said I was light and agile, a natural-born Seeker, and even made me dive thirty feet to catch the Goyle he threw."

"In the end, Professor Flitwick had no choice but to agree to speak with Professor Dumbledore," Harry said casually.

"What? Thirty feet! A dive! Harry, that's something not everyone can do." The somewhat arrogant Anthony finally bowed down and said with admiration.

"But what about the broom?" Michael, who had dark skin, interjected.

"Yes, first-year students aren't allowed to use brooms," Hermione reminded them.

"Professor Flitwick told me to order directly through Owl Mail, so I bought the Nimbus 2000." Harry's expression was a little pained— the Galleons he spent on the Nimbus 2000.

"Roger Davies also wanted me to buy Cleansweep Seven, saying that Nimbus and the like are just plagiarism, garbage that picks up scraps from others!"

"But Jonny stopped him, using the data. Right now, Nimbus 2000 is the fastest broom. As Seeker, a Flying Broom needs to be fast and stable, not like Cleansweep which prioritizes stability. This kind of broom is more suitable for Chaser, Beater, and Goalkeeper."

"Jonny was going to lend me his Cleansweep Six this semester, but since I can buy Nimbus 2000, he decided against it," Harry said.

"Nimbus 2000! Harry, that's so expensive!" Ron said, trembling. "When we get it, I'll borrow it to play with!"

"Ron, Harry's situation is special, but you're still a first-year student, so you can't—" Hermione began, but before she could finish, Ron interrupted her, "Hermione, it's just that first-year students can't bring brooms, right? Can't I use one in my Flying Class? Haha, that's the Wisdom of Ravenclaw!"

At that moment, two older students walked into the dining hall. These were the same two who had previously said that Roger was just a lower-year student and that Nimbus was the best wizard.

As soon as they saw Harry, they hurried over.

"Oh, it's you. Don't think that just because you've joined us in badmouthing Roger, we'll accept you," said one of the tall wizards with a prominent chin. Harry was completely bewildered; how did asking why Roger hosted the Quidditch rounds mean he was badmouthing him?

"Second year, I haven't even spoken yet! You must be Harry Potter, even though you're only a first year. But you are Harry Potter, and I hope you won't let me down." Another strong and kind-looking blond wizard said, "Roger has already told us. I am Henry, Phoenix, who just spoke. We are also from the cadet team—the other two Chaser besides Roger."

"Let me tell you, we're definitely going to win the Quidditch Cup this year," said Phoenix with his chin agape. "We've never won it before, but this year will be different, because I'm here!"

"Let's go, second-year student. How can you compare yourself to Harry Potter!" The robust and honest Henry pursed his lips and hissed.

Then, the two of them left without looking back.

"Harry, I have a feeling that our Ravenclaw team is not very reliable. They are fighting among themselves. Those two said a lot of bad things about Roger before."

"How can a team like this win?" Ron asked Harry with concern.

"Yeah, but thankfully, that Henry guy clearly looks down on younger students, but he's an exception for me," Harry said thankfully.

"Yes, you are Harry Potter. If anyone causes you trouble, I, Anthony, will be the first to object!" Anthony suddenly interjected. He was now completely impressed by Harry, and he figured if anyone slandered Harry, he would probably react even faster than Ron.

"By the way, Harry, do we need to keep this a secret?" asked Terry, who had brown skin.

"No need, I feel like everyone already knows," Harry said helplessly. Lavender Brown, sitting at the Gryffindor table next to him, nodded, his ear tucked in.

Harry then hurried back to the common room to prevent the matter from escalating.

Harry's choice was wise. Harry Potter, a boy who was already a topic of discussion, became even more popular at Hogwarts after appearing in the newspapers twice and knocking out professors twice.

What's more, he has now become the youngest athlete of this century.

Sure enough, just one minute after Harry left his seat, a large crowd of onlookers surrounded Harry's original spot to Ryan's right.

Among them was Wood, the guy who came to spy on the military.

"Moon Mirage Body!" A spirit invisible to those below level 7 emerged from behind Ryan, surrounded by stars, its face hidden beneath a Winky hood.

As Ryan silently chanted in his mind, the spirit activated its power, and the surrounding young wizards immediately seemed to be under Confundus Charm, remembering their own important matters.

Good heavens, Ryan suddenly realized that he was just like a Stand user.

If converted into a Stand, it would be a 5A stat line. Its ability is the same as Dio's Made in Heaven, which is to rewrite reality. However, it mainly consumes magic power and is not limited to the hands.

"Hmm, using your own avatar to rewrite reality, how is that any different from a curse?" Ryan said speechlessly.

That's true. Wizarding spells are essentially reduced versions of the power to rewrite reality. Every spell has the potential to rewrite reality, so in that sense, the ability of one's own Stand is only at the level of a level 7 spell.

It is something that allows Ryan to wield divine power even though he is not yet a god.

It is also a foreign land, Divine Kingdom.

"In Harry Potter 7, is the world after death the Divine Kingdom of Bleach? I'm really curious."

"Oh dear, I almost forgot, we're going to Atlantis tomorrow, the Underwater City. Now, let's give Harry, who's still smug about becoming the Seeker, a taste of what it's like." Ryan stroked his chin, conjured a physical form, and then vanished from the spot.