A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Although it was breakfast time, the auditorium was noticeably more lively than usual.

Because today is Planet Six, no, because the Quidditch season is about to begin, and the first match is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Harry sat at the table somewhat absentmindedly, his plate laden with exquisite food, but he had no appetite whatsoever.

"Hurry up and eat some toast! Eat up!"

"Ron's right, Harry, you're in for a big fight later!"

“But I’m not hungry,” Harry said.

Snape walked over with a playful smile on his face. "Good luck today, Potter."

As the renowned Harry Potter, Quidditch must be a piece of cake for you, even against Slytherin opponents.

After saying this, Snape walked towards the teachers' table, leaving the three of them looking at each other in bewilderment.

"He hasn't changed at all, still acting all sarcastic and sarcastic," Ron grumbled, somewhat annoyed. "He talks like Slytherin is guaranteed to win."

"Don't say that, Aaron's flying skills are still very impressive," Harry said. Today was his first competition, and he was already nervous enough, not to mention that his opponent was someone whose flying talent was no less than his own.

“So what?” Ron was still unconvinced, but his voice was a little softer than before. “Fred and George also inquired about Slytherin’s training situation, and the information they received was that Aaron has never participated in training.”

"No way!" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. "Could it be that they trained secretly?"

"No, I specifically asked. Wood values ​​this Quidditch match very much and sends people to the field almost every day to monitor the personnel ratios and training of each college."

Before today, the players active on the training field were still the original Slytherin members, and Terence was still the Seeker. However, for some reason, they were training much harder than before.

Harlin pondered for a moment, then seemed relieved. "Judging from this, Aaron may have temporarily joined the academy team."

“Absolutely.” Ron patted his chest. “So have confidence. No matter how good his flying talent is, he can’t possibly be a match for you after several weeks of training.”

"Is that so?" A surge of confidence suddenly welled up in Harry's chest, and he felt his appetite increase considerably.

"I think we shouldn't make wild guesses; your guesses might not be correct."

"You've known Aaron for a long time, do you think he would do something he's not sure of?" Hermione suddenly said, pouring cold water on the flame of confidence in Harry's heart.

"Hermione!" Ron rolled his eyes. "Don't boost others' morale and diminish your own. Aaron hasn't trained for over a month."

“I know I’m being a bit blunt, but what about Snape?”

"Do you think Professor Snape would just pick any first-year student as Seeker?" Hermione asked, leaving Harry and Ron speechless and a strange heaviness settling in their hearts.

"Why don't you ask Aaron what he's been doing for Quidditch over the past month?" Ron suggested tentatively. "You're best friends with him, so he might tell you if you ask him."

"Ha!" Hermione scoffed. "Sometimes I really wonder if you're an idiot."

This kind of thing is obviously a team secret. The game is about to start, and you're asking me to find out this information? What's the difference between that and asking him to sell out his teammates?

Harry, you're a Seeker too, do you think it's appropriate for me to do this?

“Of course not,” Harry said.

Ron was a little embarrassed and said awkwardly, "I was just curious, after all, it concerns Gryffindor's honor."

Just then, the sound of birdsong came from afar, and Harry's owl Hedwig flew over with a long bundle and placed it in front of Harry's dining table.

"An email first thing in the morning?" Hermione said, somewhat surprised.

“But I never receive emails!” Harry was even more surprised, wondering who had sent him this email. Would his uncle’s family send him things?

Don't be ridiculous, his family would love for him to die out there and never come back.

“Open it first,” Ron said, and then began to unpack the package.

A moment later, a beautifully crafted flying broom appeared before the three of them.

“This isn’t just any ordinary broom, Harry, it’s a Nimbus 2000.” Ron pointed to the ‘Nimbus 2000’ logo on the end of the broom, his excitement practically overflowing.

"But who sent it?" Harry murmured, then suddenly realized something, turned to look at the teachers' table, and sure enough, found Professor McGonagall smiling at him. Instantly, he understood a lot.

When Snape saw the brand-new broom, several black lines appeared on his forehead. "Minerva, you're really generous, giving away a Nimbus 2000 just like that?"

"You're better than me! You did a great job keeping things secret; I didn't even know you changed the Seeker at the last minute," Professor McGonagall retorted.

“Temporary?” Snape smiled slightly. “That’s not a very precise word. Aaron joined the House team a little over a month ago, shortly after you made an exception and recruited Harry Potter into the House team.”

McGonagall frowned. He didn't know that, but Aaron must be quite strong for Snape to value him so much, at least a bit stronger than Billy.

But when she looked at the Nimbus 2000 she had bought at a huge cost, her confidence grew even stronger.

While equipment doesn't determine everything, when the strength difference is small, the one with better equipment often has a greater advantage. Harry Potter is the most talented flyer among the first-year Gryffindor students, so he can definitely make good use of this flying broom.

"No matter what, Gryffindor will definitely be the champion of this Quidditch match," Professor McGonagall said confidently, determined not to lose in terms of momentum.

“I’ll be watching!” Snape said coldly, then walked toward Aaron.

Aaron was calmly eating breakfast when he suddenly noticed that everything around him had become quiet, and a figure had appeared at the table. He reluctantly put down his fork. "Professor Snape, do you know how impolite it is to suddenly appear behind someone while they are eating?"

"Harry Potter switched to a Nimbus 2000. You better watch out for him in the match later, in case you lose..."

"Unless something unexpected happens, I won't lose."

To give a simple example, even if a first-year student had the Elder Wand, he wouldn't be a match for the prefect.

"Hmph!" Snape raised an eyebrow, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief. "Quite confident, I hope your performance on the field won't disappoint Slytherin!"

"Definitely not. I don't usually make promises lightly, but when I do, I always keep them," Aaron said calmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Snape nodded in satisfaction and left the Great Hall.

After Snape left, Draco came up to him and said, "Aaron, what you said just now was so domineering. You even managed to intimidate Professor Snape."

"Sigh! There's nothing I can do about it. I've been independent since I was little," Aaron said with a sigh. "My parents are away from home for long periods of time, so I'm the one who takes care of the guests when they come over."

With repeated exposure, one gradually learns the art of speaking.

To put it simply, speak human language to human beings, and ghost language to ghosts.

Draco swallowed hard. "You've had it pretty tough."

"It's not easy, but what can I do? I'm an only child."

Although I am reluctant, it is my duty to inherit and carry forward the glory of the Gaius family.

Aren't you the same way?

Malfoy lowered his head silently, feeling ashamed of his own shortcomings while also being grateful that he had been born into a good family and was the heir to the Malfoy family.

The purest of purebloods, the unbroken lineage of purebloods for thousands of years, is an unparalleled honor.

In other words, as long as they don't make any major mistakes, this glory can be passed down, but it is still a long and arduous task to reproduce the glory of the Malfoy family.

His great-grandfather passed the task to his grandfather, who in turn passed it to his father, and now his father seems to want to pass it on to him.

Thinking of this, Draco suddenly shuddered. No, this curse must be ended in his generation.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?"

“No, I just suddenly realized something,” Draco said.

"That's good. Do me a small favor. I'm going to play a match later, so I'll have to ask you to take care of Abe for me." Aaron said, lifting Abe out from under the table.

"This..." Draco stared blankly at the irresistibly cute Abbe and nodded.

Chapter 32 Slytherin vs. Gryffindor

11:00 AM, Quidditch Stadium.

Quidditch is the most popular form of entertainment in the wizarding world, bar none.

The entire school's faculty and students almost completely surrounded the stadium. The principal, deans, professors, and various staff members sat on the upper levels of several stands, while most of the lower-grade students sat below.

Hagrid, the giant, probably prefers a lively atmosphere, so he stayed in the stands below, and he even brought a pair of binoculars.

In the Slytherin locker room, Aaron changed into his green uniform with some disdain. "Don't we have any other colored uniforms?"

“No!” Terence said. “Red, green, yellow, and blue represent the four houses, and green uniforms are exclusive to Slytherin. It’s a tradition that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.”

"That's a real shame. To be honest, I don't like this color."

“You have to wear it even if you don’t like it,” Captain Marcus said as he walked over. Then he looked at the other team members and said, “I won’t say much else. We might be at a slight disadvantage in this competition compared to previous ones.”

But we also went through quite rigorous training during this period, plus Aaron Gaius, the greatest Seeker in the history of the academy, I really can't understand what reason we had to lose.

Slytherin will win, and this year's trophy will surely belong to Slytherin.

The team members exchanged smiles, seemingly already envisioning Slytherin crushing Gryffindor.

"Ahem! Not to spoil the mood, but if you want to win gracefully, you have to take your enemy seriously." Aaron said inappropriately, and then he was met with angry glares from the crowd, who had never taken their opponents seriously.

"Alright! Never mind," Aaron chuckled. Although his teammates were arrogant, their flying skills were not bad either.

More importantly, he was confident in his abilities; he believed that if he could snatch the Golden Snitch, he would get 150 points and end the match.

This means the Seeker controls the rhythm of the game. Even if the score really widens, as long as it's within 150 points, the Seeker can still turn the tide.

In other words, as long as his teammates aren't particularly bad, Aaron can still carry the team.

A few minutes later, the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams flew onto the field on broomsticks, and the cheers from the stands grew even louder as they appeared, like oil boiling over a raging fire.

"Hey! This is Hogwarts' first Quidditch match of the season. Today's game is Slytherin versus Gryffindor," commentator Jordan excitedly announced.

The two teams circled in the air for a while, then took turns occupying half of the field, with each team's two batters, three chasers, and one goalie facing each other in the air.

Above them are Aaron Gaius and Harry Potter, the Seekers.

Harry Potter was a little reserved. Although he had improved his skills significantly after more than a month of training, today was his first official competition, and he couldn't help feeling a little nervous in front of so many people.

“Harry, you seem a little nervous!” Aaron asked.

"Yes, a little bit. Aren't you nervous?"

I heard from Ron that you've never participated in training.

"Um... I'm not nervous at all, this is just a small matter."

"As for not participating in training, it's purely because the house team has confidence in me. Actually, I'm quite confident too," Aaron laughed, then noticed the 'Nimbus 2000' logo on Harry's broom and raised an eyebrow. "Nice broom."

Harry gave an awkward laugh, after all, Aaron's broom was the school's old Nimbus series, which was slightly slower than his.

"Both teams are in position, and Professor Hodge is now entering the arena. The game is about to begin," Jordan said.

The two looked down together and saw Madam Huoqi walk up to a wooden box, look up at them, and say, "I hope both sides can compete with skill and style."