Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Time 7 o'clock, outside the castle.

"Wait, Harry, although Professor Snape is very good to you, is it possible?" Ron suddenly doubted, after all, Snape has always been bad to him, in his opinion.

"How could it be? Ron, are you crazy?" Harry stopped walking back to the castle and turned to look at Ron.

"Do you remember the tone of Snape in our first class, the one who said that sentence - 'I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death', listen, prevent death!"

"Professor Snape may be a good person, but good people also have desires, especially when facing the Philosopher's Stone, or he just wants to steal it for research and finally return it quietly." Ron vividly imitated Snape's usual tone of voice.

"Come on, if you doubt Professor Snape, you might as well doubt Quirrell!"

"He was said to be very good before, but now he has suddenly changed. Also, Professor Dumbledore mentioned the function of my red spark, purification. In my opinion, he must have suffered a curse and was forced to participate in stealing the Philosopher's Stone."

"That's why he forgot Crabbe and didn't answer Professor McGonagall's question about where he was at the time. At that time, he was very likely in the forbidden area on the fourth floor."

"Did you notice that he was the fastest to come on the fifth floor at that time? Professor Snape should have noticed something and went to the fourth floor, so he was also very fast. Professor McGonagall, she is not such a person." Harry guessed, and Ryan was secretly shocked. He guessed almost right.

Ryan is a time traveler, and Harry Potter is a time traveler!

"So, Quirrell is indeed suspicious, but why can't the person who coerced him be Snape? Quirrell was once his student. He may have mastered some secrets of Quirrell. Just as he knew the Philosopher's Stone, he cursed and coerced him." Ron still suspected Snape.

"Come on, Ron, I think you think Professor Snape is targeting you on weekdays." Harry teased.

"Come on, it's too late. Because of you, I was kicked out by Hagrid. I still want to ask about the interesting things when my mother was young." Ryan said pretending to be depressed.

"It can also be like this. I want to ask about the embarrassing things of my father and mother. If they say something about me one day, I will, hehe." Ron was immediately diverted.

And Harry also looked thoughtful.

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The next morning, the weather was clear and cold. The restaurant was filled with the tempting smell of grilled sausages. Everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch game and chatting happily.

Ron ate a small sausage, as if to vent his frustration for not having Hagrid's sausage yesterday.

"Harry, eat it." Ron mumbled with a sausage in his mouth.

"I don't want to eat anything." Harry said.

"Eat some toast." Anthony coaxed.

"I'm not hungry." Harry felt terrible. In another hour, he would go to the stadium.

Although Quidditch was a small problem in his eyes, he had been to the bottom of the sea and killed a troll alone. But the unreliable team, the goalkeeper who never showed up, and the fear that he would destroy the sign of the son of James Potter, the genius seeker, made him not want to eat anything.

Ryan understood this very well, but if Harry's teammates were replaced by the Gryffindor team in the original world line, he would not be like this after experiencing so much.

"Harry, you need to keep your strength strong." Michael said, "The seeker is always the focus of the opponent's defense."

"Thank you, Michael." Harry said, he watched Michael spread thick ketchup on his sausage.

By eleven o'clock, it seemed that the entire school had come to the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

Many students had brought binoculars.

The seats were literally raised to the sky, but it was still sometimes difficult to see the action clearly.

Ryan and Hermione joined Ron, Neville, Anthony, and his two younger brothers, Terry and Michael, in the top row.

To surprise Harry, they had painted a huge banner with the words Potter Must Win on it, with Terry drawing an eagle ready to take flight, and Anthony had cast a clever spell to make the paint on the banner flash in different colors.

Soon after, Draco arrived with two lackeys and sat down next to Ron, who snorted in acceptance.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, the goalkeeper finally appeared. He was very strong, like an adult version of Dudley. Harry couldn't help but feel his stomach twitching at the thought. Dudley was a Hufflepuff, and if he failed, he would watch him embarrass himself.

So, Harry and the other players changed into their sky blue Quidditch uniforms (Hufflepuffs wore yellow), not paying any attention to Roger's words.

"Everyone, relax in this game. Our opponent this time is Hufflepuff, and we can't lose."

"Harry, you have to remember your tactics. When the ball comes, hold it like a sloth and dodge it. Also, try to fly in a zigzag pattern. Harry, Harry!" Roger boasted and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Come on, Roger, you junior, stop being funny. If Harry zigzags, how can he grab the Golden Snitch!" Henry looked disdainful. He usually disdained to participate in tactical training. When he heard this "tactic" for the first time, his lungs were about to explode.

"I'm the captain!" Roger yelled.

The time was up before they could start arguing. Harry was confused. He didn't know the names of the Beater and the Keeper yet.

According to his observation, the two Chasers expressed their dissatisfaction with Roger directly, while the two Beaters and the Keeper were silent and looked like they had nothing to do with the world.

Harry followed Roger out of the locker room and then walked to the cheering stadium. However, this small crowd was just a small scene for him, but Dudley, who was sitting in the front watching the game, made him feel a little weak in the knees.

Madam Hooch was the referee.

She stood in the middle of the field, holding her flying broom in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides.

"Listen, I hope everyone will participate in the game fairly and honestly." She said as soon as the players gathered around her.

Harry forced his eyes to turn away from Dudley, and then saw the high-flying banner from the corner of his eye, shining above the crowd with the words "Potter Must Win".

There was also Malfoy, who stood up and waved, with his light golden hair shining in the sun. No, there was also Ron, who stood up and refused to be outdone.

Malfoy also looked unconvinced, and asked Goyle and Crabbe to lift him up high.

Puff! Harry couldn't help laughing, and all his worries flew away.

"Very good, you are worthy of being Harry Potter. You will do it yourself later. This is my experience." Henry, who was strong and honest with golden hair, said in his ear.

"Please ride on your flying brooms." Madam Hooch said, and then blew her silver whistle hard.

Harry stepped on his Nimbus 2000.

Fifteen flying brooms rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.

The game began.