Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 41 Who plays Quidditch without armor?

Harry was not in a hurry to find Hagrid, after all, the Quidditch match was about to start.

Over the years, he had only heard of Quidditch but had never played it himself.

Blame Black! Harry thought, but thanks to Hogwarts, he could finally get what he wanted.

The weather on the second day was clear and cold. Even though the sun was shining, there was a chill in the air that the sun could not dispel.

Harry ordered a plate of grilled sausages and a portion of baked beans in tomato sauce, and ate them slowly at the Gryffindor table.

Classic English breakfast, but delicious.

"Have you noticed that Harry always eats so elegantly?" Neville said.

Harry nodded and smiled at Neville, thinking that when you get beaten with a stick because you hold your fork incorrectly, you'll realize how important elegance is.

At this moment, the chattering at the Gryffindor table also stopped.

Because Snape is here.

Harry didn't know when Snape floated to his side. When he raised his head, Snape was already looking down at him.

"Good luck, Potter." Snape forced a smile. "Since you can handle a troll, you should be able to handle a Quidditch match, even if your opponent is a Slytherin."

After saying that, Snape slammed the book "The Origins of Quidditch" on the table beside him.

"Thank you, Professor," Harry replied politely.

He soon realized that he had thanked him too early, because Snape frowned again for some reason.

"You trespassed into the staffroom yesterday. Gryffindor will lose two points for your trollish behavior - I think if Mr. Potter's mind wasn't filled with baked beans in tomato sauce, he might remember that today was Saturday."

It was Saturday, which meant today was the day for detention in Snape's office.

Watching Snape's limping back getting farther and farther away, Harry suddenly had the urge to take out his wand for some reason.

"He really does find any excuse to take points away from Gryffindor, doesn't he?" Ron shrugged.

All the Gryffindor students heard that Snape deducted points from Harry, but no one blamed Harry for it. Instead, they all looked at him with sympathy.

As the time for Quidditch was approaching, the students walked out of the auditorium and came to the Quidditch field.

Almost all the teachers and students in the school were present, as well as some wizard parents from outside the school, who filled the stands around the Quidditch field.

After Harry followed his teammates into the red Gryffindor uniforms, captain Oliver Wood walked up to him.

"Nervous, Potter?" he asked.

Harry shook his head.

Of course he was not nervous, and he was even well prepared.

"It's okay to be nervous. I was also nervous when I first participated in Quidditch." Wood seemed to be reading from a script: "But..."

"Captain, he said he's not nervous." The troubled boy Fred spoke first.

"Same with us," George followed closely.

"All right, boys—" Wood cleared his throat awkwardly.

Chaser Angelina Johnson suddenly said, "And the girls."

"Yes, and the girls," Wood agreed.

Before he finished speaking, Fred interrupted and said, "This important moment."

"This is the moment we've all been waiting for," George said immediately. The tense atmosphere in the team was instantly swept away by the two men's remarks.

Everyone was laughing easily, and Harry was also infected by the atmosphere and started laughing too.

"This is Oliver's speech last year," Fred said to Harry. "I heard from Charlie that he said the same thing the year before last. It seems like he uses the same script every year."

"Shut up, both of you." Wood cleared his throat and glared at them. "It's different now. Now we have Potter, and we will definitely win in the end!"

Referee Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and Wood said to them, "Time's up, guys, let's kick Slytherin's ass!"

"Kick their asses!" everyone shouted.

Harry was just looking forward to Quidditch, and if you were to say, he was a little nervous.

He took two deep breaths and walked out with big strides behind Angelina.

"Look, Potter." Angelina suddenly pointed to the Gryffindor seat and said to Harry, "Look what that is?"

Harry looked in the direction Angelina was pointing and saw Ron, Hermione, Seamus and Neville holding up a large sheet with "Potter to Win" written on it.

There is a huge Gryffindor lion painted on the background of the font, which seems to be the work of Dean Thomas, who is good at painting.

Hermione also cast a spell on the banner, making it colorful and very beautiful.

Noticing that Harry was looking over here, the friends put their hands to their mouths to make trumpets and shouted Harry's name together.

Harry also stretched out his hand and responded to his friends over there.

What a wonderful friendship, he thought.

"Listen, I hope everyone will participate in the competition fairly and honestly." Madam Hooch stared at Slytherin captain Marcus Flint without blinking, as if she was talking to him specifically.

Harry noticed that Flint looked like a troll, with uneven buck teeth, and he didn't look like a smart person.

He bared his teeth at Wood with a provocative smile.

Wood gave Flint a humble smile in return.

"You have to be careful of Flint." Angelina warned in a low voice: "Slytherin House is always dirty in Quidditch and has no sportsmanship."

Harry understands that you have to do whatever it takes to win.

Although he doesn't understand Quidditch, he understands Slytherin.

So he went to the dungeon again yesterday, took out a set of solid armor, transformed it into a suitable size, and put it on inside the team uniform.

Harry never understood why there were so many knight armors placed in the crypt of the Dark Arts Defense Tower.

But this did not prevent him from taking out a set as protective gear, which might have another interesting use at some point.

Come on, hurt each other!

Marcus Flint had of course noticed the little Gryffindor Seeker as well.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

Flint felt that it was necessary to make the Boy-Who-Lived understand that being famous was not enough to be good at Quidditch.

Seeing that Harry was staring at him, Flint bared his buck teeth at him with a hideous smile.

What he didn't expect was that the other party gave him an even more bloodthirsty smile in return.

(End of this chapter)