Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"Oh, you're not feeling bad, are you?" Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl, sarcastically said, "I didn't expect you would like a chubby little boy, Patil."

"Look!" said Malfoy, rushing over and grabbing something on the grass. "Isn't this the memory ball of the great hero Longbottom?"

“If he had touched this memory ball just now,” Malfoy held up the memory ball, which glittered in the sunlight, “then maybe he would have remembered to land on his butt.”

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry whispered. "Give me Neville's Remembrall!"

"If you want it, then come get it yourself!" Malfoy grinned and picked up a broomstick on the ground. "Why not leave it somewhere for Longbottom to pick up, for example - on a tree, how about that? I think the Whomping Willow would be a good choice!"

"Give it to me!" Harry rushed towards Malfoy, but Malfoy was already one step ahead of him, stepping on his broom and taking off.

Malfoy flew straight to an oak tree on the lawn, stopped at the same height as the treetop, turned around and looked down at Harry, shouting: "What's the matter, come and get it! Can't you reach it, Bro~ter~?"

Harry glared at Malfoy and also picked up a broomstick.

"No, Harry!" Hermione stopped Harry and said, "Think about what Madam Hooch just said, this is too dangerous! And you will be expelled!"

"Harry, use this!" Ethan thought for a moment and threw the Nimbus 2000 in his hand to Harry.

Harry can't be persuaded anyway, so why not give him a handy weapon? Maybe it can help him fly safer.

What, stop Harry by force? Why?

How could Gryffindor find a seeker after they stopped Harry? Could they do it themselves?

Harry took the Nimbus 2000, straddled the broom, pushed the ground with his feet, and his body was quickly lifted from the ground by the broom. He tilted his body slightly in the air, and the broom turned obediently, allowing him to look directly at Malfoy in the air.

Hermione looked at Harry's back in the air from the ground, stamped her feet in anger, and muttered indignantly: "Two idiots."

"Don't say that, Hermione." Ethan put his hands on his hips and looked at the two little men in the air with satisfaction. "Believe in Harry."

"That's not the point, you guys...ah." Hermione sighed helplessly and stopped talking.

"Now give me the Remembrall," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off your broom!"

"Really? You're quite arrogant, Pott~" Malfoy pretended to be calm and laughed at Harry. But from the way he tightly grasped the broom, it could be seen that he was not as happy as he said.

Harry ignored Malfoy's taunts and leaned forward, gripping the broom tightly with both hands, and launched the broom at Malfoy like a javelin.

Chapter 93: Surprised or not? Unexpected?

Malfoy saw Harry rushing towards him, and quickly turned around on his broom, barely dodging Harry's charge. Harry turned around again, stopped the broom steadily in the air and looked at Malfoy.

The Gryffindor students on the ground cheered excitedly, mixed with screams and applause from a few girls.

"Bloody hell!" Ron excitedly pulled Ethan's clothes and shouted, "Ethan, did you see that? Harry's move just now was so cool!"

"I see, I see. Ron, don't be so excited." Ethan looked up at the two people in the sky and slapped Ron's hand away. "You're pulling my robe out of shape."

"What's wrong, Malfoy?" Harry pointed a finger at Malfoy. "Are you afraid because there are no Crabbe and Goyle in the sky to escort you?"

Malfoy's pale face quickly darkened, and it was obvious that he had also discovered the problem.

"Go get it if you want it, see if you can catch it!" Malfoy gritted his teeth, threw the ball towards the castle behind Harry, and then quickly landed on the ground.

At that moment, Harry saw the memory ball passing by his ear at a very slow speed, but it made a sharp sound of breaking wind. Without thinking too much, he turned around and rushed towards the memory ball flying in a parabola in the air. The wind whistled in his ears, mixed with the screams of the students below.

The memory ball began to fall rapidly under the influence of gravity when it was less than two meters away from the stone wall of the castle. Harry simply dived directly downward, and the small figure riding on the broom quickly passed through the windows and stretched his hand as far as possible towards the memory ball.

Professor McGonagall was in her office wearing glasses and carefully examining the paper Ethan handed in yesterday. Suddenly, she felt a black shadow passing through the window of her office.

Professor McGonagall stood up and walked to the window, looking down. She saw Harry grab the memory ball at a height of one foot from the ground, then turned over and stopped steadily in the low air very close to the ground, waving to the students in the distance.

Professor McGonagall took off her glasses and stared at Harry in a daze, with an inexplicable gleam in her eyes. She hurriedly walked out of her office door and rushed down the stairs.

Harry slowly descended towards the students rushing towards him, clutching the Memory Ball tightly in his hand, and ran towards them.

The students rushed forward, surrounded Harry and cheered him on. Surrounded by his classmates, Harry walked slowly back to his broomstick like a star surrounded by stars.

"Thanks, Ethan. Here you go." Harry pulled his hand out and handed Ethan's Nimbus 2000 to him, while recalling the feeling of flying on the broomstick just now.

It is the best flying broom in the world, both in terms of stability and comfort. The public flying brooms in the school cannot compare with it.

I wish I could have one like this.

"Harry Potter!"

Harry's heart suddenly sank, faster than he had dived just now. Professor McGonagall was running towards them. Harry left the center of the crowd and bowed his head to face Professor McGonagall, trembling all over.

"I've been in Hogwarts for so many years, and no one has ever dared to..." Professor McGonagall's cold face was full of anger, and an inexplicable light flashed on her glasses. She spoke incoherently, "How dare you do this? You might break your neck!"

"It's not his fault, Professor!" Parvati quickly defended Harry, "It's..."

"Shut up, Miss Patil!"

"But Malfoy first..." Ron interrupted hastily.

"Stop talking, Mr. Weasley. Okay, Potter, follow me." McGonagall interrupted Ron and glanced at Ethan coldly, "And you, Mr. Ethan."

Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, followed by a dejected Harry and a nonchalant Ethan.

Harry walked mechanically, catching a glimpse of smug looks on the faces of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle as he left. It looked as if he was definitely going to be expelled.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say a few words to defend himself, but his throat seemed to be out of order and he couldn't make any sound. Professor McGonagall didn't even look at him, but just walked forward with big strides. It seemed that he might have really disappointed Professor McGonagall.

Harry stole another glance at Ethan who was walking beside him and felt guilty again.

It was because of my impulsiveness that I made such a big fuss. Not to mention that I can't save myself now, it seems that Ethan will also be implicated by me.

Professor McGonagall led the two up the steps in front of the door and up the marble staircase inside. Still without saying a word, she opened doors one after another and strode through corridors, ignoring the pitiful Harry who followed behind her.

Harry thought that the professor was probably going to take him to see Dumbledore. He remembered Hagrid, who, although expelled, was allowed to stay in the school as a gamekeeper. Maybe he could be Hagrid's assistant.

For a brief moment he saw himself trudging around the grounds with Hagrid's sack in his hand, watching Ron and the others become wizards, and his stomach twisted into a knot at the thought.

Ethan glanced at Harry without saying a word. Harry's inner thoughts were so rich that they were all shown on his face. He couldn't help but feel amused.

Wait for it, boy, I'll give you a surprise soon.

But why did Professor McGonagall ask me to come along? I haven't shown any qualities that would allow me to be a Seeker...

Are you going to use yourself as an example to scare the monkeys?

White teeth, red bean paste whitens teeth!

Then Ethan's expression became as colorful as Harry's.

Professor McGonagall came to the outside of the Charms classroom, stopped, pushed open the door and stuck her head in.

"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, can I borrow Wood for a moment?"

Wood? Harry looked puzzled. A stick? Or a wooden cane? Was Professor McGonagall going to whip him before he was expelled?

A tall and strong fifth-year boy heard Professor McGonagall's voice and walked out of the Charms classroom with a confused look on his face.

"You three, follow me," said Professor McGonagall, and the four of them strode down the corridor together, Wood eyeing Harry curiously as they walked.

"Go in." Professor McGonagall pointed to a classroom and told them to go in. Only Peeves was inside, busy writing swear words on the blackboard.

"Get out, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall yelled at Peeves.

Peeves clattered his chalk into the trash can and stormed out of the classroom, swearing. Professor McGonagall slammed the door shut and turned to face the two boys.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood." Professor McGonagall pointed at Wood, "Wood, I found a Seeker for you."

The expression on Wood's face changed from confusion to joy: "Are you serious, Professor?"

"Absolutely serious," said Professor McGonagall flatly. "The boy is a genius. I have never seen anything like it. Potter, is this your first time riding a broomstick today?"

Harry nodded silently, not understanding what was going on at all, but it looked like he wasn't going to be expelled, and he slowly began to regain feeling in his legs.

"He dove fifty feet, reached out and grabbed something that fell," Professor McGonagall said to Wood, "and then hovered safely without a scratch. Charlie Weasley couldn't do that!"

The expressions on Wood's face were full of variety, as if all his dreams had suddenly come true.

"He's the perfect size to be a seeker," Wood said, circling Harry and looking him over, his chin in his hand. "He's light and agile. We must get him a decent broom, Professor. I think we should get him a Nimbus 2000 or a Thunderbolt ."

"You don't need to worry about that," Professor McGonagall looked at Ethan, who had been serving as a background, and said, "Mr. Ethan, I remember the broom Potter just rode was your Nimbus 2000, right?"

"Yeah." Ethan nodded blankly.

"Okay, Harry will borrow your Nimbus 2000 during his training, until the new broom is delivered. Is that ok?" Professor McGonagall looked at Ethan and asked.

"No problem on my end." Ethan nodded.

It turned out that he just wanted to borrow my broom, which scared me.

"I'm going to talk to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can make an exception and use a first-year as a Seeker. We desperately need a better Quidditch team than last year, when we were badly beaten by Slytherin. I didn't dare to see Snape for weeks..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry sternly over her glasses. "I want to hear that you are training hard, Potter, or I will change my mind and punish you."

Then, suddenly, she smiled again.

"Your father would be proud of you," she said. "He was a great Quidditch player."

Chapter 94 Is a wizard duel so inconvenient?

Professor McGonagall's conversation with Wood took too long. When Harry and Ethan came out of the classroom, the flying class was over. The two of them changed direction and walked towards the auditorium.

"Not bad, Harry." Ethan said half-jokingly on the way to the Great Hall, "As the first first-year Seeker of this century, you have gone down in history."

"I'm still a little scared. Quidditch sounds difficult." Harry said with a frown, "What if I can't keep up with the training?"

"Believe in yourself, Harry." Ethan patted Harry's shoulder and said, "Your father is also a seeker. You must know that the disciple is better than the master. You will definitely not be worse than your father."

"Thanks, Ethan." Harry smiled, "Maybe I just want to hear someone say that to me."

"Then you are really pretentious." Ethan chuckled.

"None of your business!" Harry joked in a good mood, "How can you be more talkative than Professor Binns?"

"Are you going to scold me again?"

The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked towards the auditorium.

"Harry, you are kidding me."

At the long table, Harry told Ron what happened after he left the venue. Ron was about to put a steak and kidney pie into his mouth, but when he heard what Harry said, he froze on the spot, and the pie just stopped at the edge of his mouth.

"Harry is not kidding. I heard it clearly." Ethan shrugged and continued to stuff the roast beef into the Yorkshire pudding. "This news is more real than real."

"Seeker?" Ron mumbled, putting his pie into his mouth. "But there's never been a first year - you must be the youngest house player in years."

"A century ago," Harry said, picking up a piece of pie and stuffing it into his mouth. He felt very hungry after the thrilling experience of the afternoon. "Wood told me."

Ron was too shocked to say anything. He just sat there, staring at Harry.

"I'm going to start training tomorrow," Harry whispered, "Don't tell anyone. Wood wants to keep it a secret. He wants to give the Slytherin team a surprise."

At this moment, Fred and George walked into the hall. When they saw Harry, they walked quickly towards him.

"Well done, Harry," whispered Fred. "Wood told us. We're on the House team, too—beaters."

"I'm telling you, we're going to win the Quidditch Cup this year." George put his arm around Harry and Ron's shoulders. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year, our team will have a great performance. You're going to be great, Harry. Wood was so excited that he was almost incoherent when he told us about it."

"But we have to go, Lee Jordan thinks he has discovered a new secret passage that leads outside the school." Fred raised an eyebrow.

"What? A new secret passage?" Ethan immediately became interested. He stuffed the remaining pudding in his hand into his mouth and put his arm around Fred's shoulders. "Let's go, let's find a place where there's no one around to talk in detail."

"Okay, but I guess it's the passage behind the statue of Gregory the Flatterer. We discovered it the first week we entered the school." George shrugged.

Harry watched Ethan and the Weasley twins disappear out of the hall just as a very unwelcome Malfoy appeared.

"Hey, isn't this Brot? What, are you having your last meal?" Malfoy began to speak sarcastically, "When are you going to take the train back to the Muggles?"

"Now that you're back on the ground and have your little followers around you, you're much braver, Malfoy." Harry glanced at Malfoy and said coldly.

Crabbe and Goyle's faces immediately turned red when they heard this, but as the main guest seats were full of teachers, they did not dare to act rashly. They could only look gloomy and snap their fingers.

"Oh, I'm willing to fight you alone at any time." Malfoy laughed disdainfully, "If you don't mind, it's tonight. A duel between wizards - only use wands, no contact. I just don't know if you have the courage."

"Okay, we agreed." Ron said, and suddenly turned around. "I'm his assistant. Who is your assistant?"

Malfoy turned and looked at Crabbe and Goyle, weighing them up against each other.

"Crabbe," said Malfoy. "At midnight, please? We'll meet you in the trophy room, which is never locked."

"Hey, isn't this Master Malfoy? Why are you here when you're not at your Slytherin table?" Ethan walked into the hall, stared at Malfoy with a bad look, and said, "Why, do you want to join our Gryffindor?"

"Hmph." Malfoy snorted and left arrogantly with his two followers.

He really didn't dare to conflict with Ethan now. After all, that was a ruthless man who could beat Rozier to insanity. He didn't have the ability to touch this tough guy. Just now, he saw Ethan leave and dared to bring Goyle and Crabbe to taunt Harry. Now that the plague god is back, of course it is best to leave.

"What did he just say to you?" Ethan asked, sitting down next to Harry. "I just heard something about a midnight meeting?"

"Well, Malfoy said he wants to challenge me to a wizard duel at midnight tonight in the trophy room," said Harry.

"What?" The expression on Ethan's face suddenly became interesting.