Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 106 Harry Potter, who is not good at sports?

Thank goodness I still have you, Harry!

We can stay in our dorm rooms and play Wizard Chess during the competition.

Ron's words drilled into Harry's ears one after another, but the most jarring of them all was that one sentence.

The whole of Hogwarts was saying that Harry Potter wasn't good at Quidditch, especially the Seeker position.

This is absolutely smear.

Harry wanted to argue, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin.

He hesitated for a moment, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

Seeing Harry like this, Ron's spirits seemed to return somewhat. He gently patted Harry's shoulder, comforting his friend who shared his plight.

"It's alright, the wizarding world isn't just about Quidditch. We're probably all just the kind of wizards who aren't good at sports."

The more he said that, the more Harry wanted to argue back.

But Harry stopped abruptly when he was about to speak.

These arguments are unnecessary.

He abandoned his plan to prove himself further to Ron, and didn't even tell Ron what he was going to do next.

Having only spent half a year together, Harry didn't feel that his friendship with Ron was particularly "deep".

Ron watched in surprise as Harry got up and walked silently toward the dormitory door.

"Where are you going, Harry? Shall I go with you?"

Ron asked excitedly, eager to have someone with him.

But Harry didn't answer him.

He simply waved behind him in response to Ron.

"I'm going to get some fresh air, I'll be right back."

As Ron watched Harry's departing figure, for some reason, he suddenly felt that Harry was somewhat like Slytherin's Slytherin, Slytherin.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

How can a Gryffindor be like a Slytherin?

Why can't one partner be like another?

Harry was unaware of Ron's inner thoughts; had he known, he would have responded in this way.

As he walked through the Gryffindor common room, across the Hogwarts campus, and onto the Quidditch training ground, he heard many rumors.

The rumor spread very quickly, and it even seemed to have some basis in reality.

"Porter came from a Muggle family and wasn't a great Seeker like his father, James Porter!"

"Gryffindor made a huge mistake by putting him on the Quidditch team."

"Slytherin would love for him to join the Quidditch team! That's where they came from."

Harry could hear any rumor clearly.

This is not a bad thing.

The idea that Harry would become the Seeker had already begun to circulate throughout Hogwarts.

Whether it's a good or bad impression, it's a good thing if it gets etched into someone's mind; it's always better than having it ignored.

Harry arrived at the Quidditch pitch while thinking like Orochimaru.

Today, Gryffindor has rented the Quidditch training ground, which is right behind Slytherin's house.

However, the regular team members didn't look too good; they had all seen Orochimaru piloting a flying broom.

Swift, precise, a natural seeker.

They couldn't think of anyone in Gryffindor who could rival them.

"Or should one of you two choose to be the Seeker?" Captain Wood asked the Weasley twins with a frown. The twins exchanged a glance, both thinking that their captain was starting to make a desperate attempt to find a solution.

Their ability to be hitters relies on the perfect understanding between twins.

The sudden change of personnel will weaken Gryffindor's already limited strength.

"Wood, the selection is tomorrow, there's no need to rush," George Weasley advised. "We still have a chance."

Wood did not refute this, but simply sighed heavily.

He was originally very optimistic about Harry Potter, especially after learning that Potter's father had been Gryffindor's Seeker.

but----

The rumors circulating at Hogwarts made him hesitate, and he didn't even dare to invite Harry to a trial.

What if Porter doesn't work either?

What if no one is qualified to be the Seeker during tomorrow's selection process?

Are we really going to make Ron Weasley the Seeker?

he----

Wood shook his head vigorously; he'd rather go find the Golden Snitch himself than have Ron Weasley back on the field.

After a few rookie games, everyone knew—

They lost by 150 points as long as Ron was on the field.

"this----"

Just as Wood was struggling with his thoughts, Harry's voice rang out behind him.

Wood suddenly turned his head.

"Harry, what brings you here?"

Wood blurted out his words, which even sounded a little silly.

The Gryffindor team members, who were originally preparing to take off, also left their flying brooms and came to Wood's side, looking at Harry Potter who had suddenly appeared with him.

"I was just thinking about one thing."

Harry, facing the gazes of the crowd, spoke slowly and deliberately: "I have never participated in Quidditch practice, so why are there rumors at school that I am not fit to be the Seeker?"

"this----"

Wood was obsessed with Quidditch, something he had never considered before. He would rather spend that time memorizing the Quidditch rules for the other houses.

"Is it possible," Harry smirked, a hint of mockery in his eyes, "that a house is spreading this rumor because they're afraid I'll participate in Quidditch?"

Which house would be afraid of Harry participating in Quidditch?

But who knows Harry's abilities?

Everyone was taken aback by Harry's words, and then a name floated in their minds like a piece of wood that could not be pressed down.

Slytherin's —

Slack!

Thinking of this, everyone turned their gazes again to their team leader, Wood.

"Wood, say something!"

"Whether it works or not, let's give it a try. The way you're so worried right now, it doesn't seem like you're a Gryffindor at all!"

The Weasley twins sang in unison.

Everyone knew that only they could say such things. Because if Harry were to be selected, his replacement would be their brother, Ron Weasley.

"Besides, Ron gets nervous as soon as he steps onto the field; he might actually be hoping he won't have to participate."

"Don't you think so, Harry? You shared a dorm room with him, you must know what Ron is thinking."

The Weasley twins spoke again.

Even Wood looked up at Harry expectantly, wanting to know his answer.

How should I put it?

If he hadn't encountered Orochimaru, he might have chosen a gentler approach, at least to consider Ron's feelings.

But now—

Harry looked calmly at the Gryffindor team and uttered a judgment that seemed almost destiny-like.

"I feel that only I can deal with Slack Anguis."

The Quidditch pitch fell into an indescribable silence the moment Harry uttered those words.

Everyone looked at Wood, awaiting the captain's orders.

Without hesitation, Wood grabbed a broom and opened the box containing the Quidditch balls.

"Then I can only apologize to Ron Weasley."

As soon as Wood finished speaking, he released the golden thief that was located in the very center of the box.

The small sphere with golden, openwork wings immediately soared into the sky as soon as it gained its freedom.

No one knew where he was going, because the Golden Snitch was the most unpredictable creature.

But for some reason, as if to provoke him, the small golden snitch made a turn in the air and then flew directly in front of Harry, trying to trace an arc in front of him and fly to a place where no one knew it.

Harry reacted quickly, raising his hand to grab it.

The golden thief was instantly held in his palm, with only two hollowed-out golden wings buzzing between his fingers.

Harry ignored the Gryffindors' expressions; he simply found the Golden Snitch struggling in his palm quite amusing.

So he loosened his grip, and the golden thief immediately broke free.

Before the Golden Snitch could get far, Harry raised his hand again and caught the small Golden Snitch like a net.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players were dumbfounded.

They had a vague idea that Harry might be very good at being the Seeker, which was why Slytherin spread rumors about him.

But they really didn't expect that Harry could toy with the Golden Snitch so casually.

Because Harry did it more than once.

He simply followed his intuition, casually releasing the golden thief, and then catching the poor little thief back every time he was about to escape, just like a cat playing with a mouse.

Later on, Harry even had a moment of enlightenment.

this----

All of this was thanks to Orochimaru's teachings at the Little Huijin Amusement Park.

However, now is not the time for sentimentality.

"I feel like I'm pretty good at being a Seeker, what do you guys think?"

"Harry asked."