Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 285 Brilliant Performance

The weather in January is still dominated by cold and damp, but none of the little wizards who rushed to the Quidditch pitch cared about the windy weather. They formed a circle, and the center of the circle was Haha who was eager to try. profit.

Wood glanced at Harry's broom with fanatical admiration, and then said impatiently,

"Find your feelings first, Harry!"

Even if the existence of Sirius is still a shadow in his heart, even if he, Ron and Hermione had to clean most of the bathrooms in the castle during the happy Christmas holiday because of Malfoy's informant, even if the origin of this broom is a mystery But at this moment, Harry's mood is still extremely happy, and nothing can disturb him.

He is finally going to fly into the sky on this Firebolt!

Since receiving this broom, Harry has fantasized about this scene every night, and now, his dream has finally come true, and he is unwilling to wait a second. The moment Wood gave the instruction, Harry immediately used With a kick, the whole person jumped into the sky like a phantom.

It felt even better than he'd dreamed of these days, the Firebolt responded to his light touch, and it seemed to obey his thoughts rather than his control.

Harry rode the Firebolt across the field at such a speed that the stands were green and gray, and, with his dynamic vision, the Firebolt was at full strength. Faintly unable to distinguish the faces of the group of people watching on the ground!
At this time, another group of people rose from the ground, they were the Gryffindor team members who were lifted into the air one by one under Wood's command.

Quidditch is not a game that can be won by only one person. The entire Gryffindor team must adapt to the rhythm of Harry, whose strength has skyrocketed due to the Firebolt.

However, compared to Harry's speed, the others were as slow as donkeys pulling mills.

Like a meteor falling from the sky, Harry plunged into the Gryffindor team who were rehearsing their attacking formation, and he 'fell' in front of Arya Spinnett, causing her to scream, and Harry began Controlling the speed and angle, finally the broom was parallel to the ground when the face was still five feet away from the ground, and then quickly rose into the air, thirty feet, forty feet, fifty feet--
"This is not an action that ordinary people can make!"

The scene just now made Ron terribly excited. He looked enviously at the majestic figure in mid-air, as if he was imagining that one day he could fly so gracefully.

"He can't be more careful!"

And Hermione's expression was not so happy, she covered her hair that was blown wildly by the wind, frowned tightly and said in a dissatisfied tone,

"Harry is a bit too excited, isn't he, this broom, in my opinion, Professor Brayne should come down and stare at it, if I mean if, his judgment is wrong, at least there is another Chance for redemption!"

No one paid attention to Hermione's complaints, they were all immersed in Harry's magnificent flying skills.

"Harry, I let the Snitch out!"

Seeing that the timing was almost up, Wood shouted to the sky.

Hearing the greeting, Harry swooped down again. This time, he passed between Fred and George who were flying side by side. The Golden Snitch, erratic like a shadow, accelerated before it came, and was caught by Harry tightly. In hand.

There was a burst of crazy cheers on the Quidditch field, and Fred and George behind them clapped their hands and shouted,
"One more time, Harry!"

Harry was kind, he let the Golden Snitch slip away from his fingertips, first let it circle the Quidditch pitch, and then quickly chased after him, he used an S-shaped move to bypass the person in front of him. Several teammates finally raised their brooms abruptly, whistling past Katie Bell's head in a jump-like arc, and finally caught the Golden Snitch on the back of the ball frame!
Under the dark sky, the white snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the tall hoop nearby all became Harry's background cloth. He rode on the Firebolt and turned around, holding up the right hand that grabbed the Golden Snitch, looking down at the stadium. Like a Quidditch king!
At this moment, apart from the cheers, there was no other discordant sound on the field.

"Flying is really good, at least, Malfoy can't compare with Harry."

Hermione clapped her hands and said calmly.

"That scum flies faster than Hedwig!"

Ron, whose palms were all red, cheered happily. He squeezed between the Gryffindor players who landed one by one, and was about to ask Harry if he would like to let him try the Firebolt later.

"In my opinion, nothing can stop us from winning!"

Wood said decisively, his tone was firmer than before outside Professor Bryan's office.

"I bet you, Harry,"

Fred patted Harry on the shoulder appreciatively,

"Even those dementors can't catch up to you."

This was the best training session. The appearance of the Firebolt greatly encouraged the players, and even Wood did not pick any faults with them for the first time.

"May I try the Firebolt too, Harry?"

Harry's roommate, Seamus said wistfully.

Quidditch being the most popular sport in the wizarding world is by no means a lie, it is only because of Harry's outstanding talent that these little wizards of Harry's level are eclipsed, but in fact, most of them are in private They all secretly practiced Quidditch.

"Hey man!"

Ron stared at Seamus dissatisfied,

"Harry and I have already discussed it, you have to wait behind me."

"No one is allowed to touch this broom until our match with Ravenclaw is over!"

Both Ron and Seamus' attempts failed, because Wood said sharply.

Wood was already crazy about the Quidditch trophy, and he couldn't allow any accidents to happen to Gryffindor's best chances, even if the Firebolt wasn't his, even if it was Harry's roommate who made the request, it still couldn't shake him.

Facing Wood's order to prohibit, Harry could only innocently shrug at the disappointed Ron and Seamus.

In order to see the style of the Firebolt, these little wizards of Gryffindor didn't even eat breakfast. After Wood announced that the training was completed, they walked towards the castle in twos and threes. After Harry comforted Ron, He was also planning to go back to the auditorium to find something to eat to fill his stomach, but his dream came true, and his excitement had already passed the peak, but he suddenly felt a little strange, as if someone was watching him.

Following the direction of the strange feeling, Harry turned his head to look, and immediately showed a surprised expression.

"what happened?"

Hermione, who had always been distrustful of the Firebolt, immediately sensed something was wrong with Harry. She followed Harry's gaze, and when she saw the two figures on the bottom step of the stands, Hermione's fine eyebrows He also raised it unconsciously.

It's Crookshanks. It's squatting on the stands and looking at it. Besides, it's not alone. Beside it is a dog about the size of Crookshanks?
"Crookshanks, you slipped out of Hagrid again?"

Hermione, who reacted, immediately ran over happily.

Ron was the last to discover the two small animals on the side of the field. The moment he saw Crookshanks, his face darkened, and he reluctantly walked over behind Harry, hustling while walking. muttering,

"Last time it was the cat named Lenny, and this time I don't know where to find the dog. This beast is quite good at finding friends for itself, so why can't it give Scabbers a way out?"

Harry and Ron came under the stands, Hermione had already held Crookshanks in her arms, and was stroking its furry head affectionately.

Ron watched all this with cold eyes, while Harry, his attention was not on Hermione and her cat, but on the little black dog half squatting on the steps.

really weird.
Harry wondered why the dog looked so familiar. Also, the way it looked at him. Hmm, comforted?



(End of this chapter)