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Professor McGonagall was also shocked.

This was Professor Flitwick's old habit of fainting when he got too excited.

Flitwick should really go to the school hospital as soon as possible, Professor McGonagall thought worriedly.

Helped Professor Flitwick wake up again and told him dozens of times that he was fine and could attend class normally.

Professor McGonagall then left the classroom with confidence.

"You guys, follow me." Professor McGonagall said.

Rigg, Harry and Wood strode down the corridor together, Wood eyeing Rigg and Harry curiously.

"Go in." Professor McGonagall pointed to a classroom and told them to go in. Peeves was the only one inside and was busy writing curse words on the blackboard.

Peeves is the most annoying ghost in Hogwarts, always causing mischief.

No little wizard likes Peeves.

"Get out, Peeves!" she yelled.

Peeves clattered the chalk into the trash can, then rushed out of the classroom cursing.

Professor McGonagall slammed the door shut and turned to face the three boys.

"Potter, this is Oliver 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." Professor McGonagall said simply, "This kid is a genius. I have never seen anything like this. Potter, is this your first time riding a broomstick?"

Harry nodded silently, not understanding what was going on at all, but it looked like he wasn't going to be expelled.

Rigg was right, Professor McGonagall would not fire them.

"He dived fifty feet and reached out to grab the round, smooth ball of memory," Professor McGonagall told Wood. "Charlie Weasley couldn't do that either."

Wood's expression now is as if all his dreams have suddenly become reality.

Listen to Professor McGonagall and Wood discuss how to train Harry for Quidditch.

Harry and Rigg looked at each other and smiled, knowing that everything was fine today.

Harry had just started to smile when he saw Professor McGonagall looking at him sternly over her glasses.

He was so frightened that he immediately tensed up his face with a serious look on his face, and folded his hands obediently in front of him.

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"I want to hear you're training hard, Potter, or I'll change my mind and punish you."

Then, Professor McGonagall smiled again.

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

Seeing that Harry was almost planned, Wood looked at Professor McGonagall expectantly.

"What about this kid? Is he also talented at Quidditch?"

If there could be another talented Quidditch player, even if he has been unlucky this year, Wood would be willing.

"No, you can go back to class." Professor McGonagall said, indicating that Wood could go back.

Wood left sadly. In fact, he wanted to stay with Harry for a while longer.

As he left, he repeatedly told Harry to remember to find him.

But Professor McGonagall couldn't wait any longer.

He casually took off his green silk scarf and handed it to Rigg. Professor McGonagall said expectantly: "Come on, you can transform again and let me see."

Rigg was holding Professor McGonagall's silk scarf. In fact, he felt that he had been hollowed out when he was on the lawn.

But the magic is like a trickle. It slowly accumulated in his body again.

Although Rigg hasn't looked at his attribute panel yet, he is willing to bet.

There must have been some attribute upgrades, including transformation and levitation spells.

Recalling the feeling just now, Rigg used the transformation technique again.

The green silk scarf gradually grew larger, and gradually turned into the thick carpet in his room in Dai's old house that Rigg was most familiar with.

Professor McGonagall took a corner of the carpet and examined it carefully.

The color, material, size and thickness of the scarves were changed.

And very stable.

"Okay, okay." Professor McGonagall smiled happily.

Professor McGonagall is actually not that old-fashioned, it is just necessary for teaching.

She has discovered since she was young that little wizards learn faster and better when they have a sullen face.

In all these years, few little wizards have made her so happy.

Although Harry had watched Rigg several times, he was still surprised and envious when he saw the always serious Professor McGonagall laughing.

When will he make Professor McGonagall proud of him?

"You're kidding. You're both kidding."

It was dinner time, and Rigg and Harry told Ron what had happened after they and Professor McGonagall left the grounds.

Ron was about to put a piece of steak pie into his mouth, but forgot about it halfway.

"Seeker?" he said. "Harry, you must be the youngest House player in many years."

"A century ago," Harry said, scooping up the pie with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth. After this thrilling encounter in the afternoon, he felt particularly hungry. "Wood told me."

Rigg was showing off the roast chicken on the table, his mouth full.

Today's roast chicken is tender and juicy, probably made in the same way as roast turkey, and the potatoes and carrots stuffed inside are even more delicious than the chicken.

I don’t know if it’s because I used too much magic today and my magic power was overdrawn.

Rigg felt like he could eat a cow.

Ron looked at Rigg again, "No, I've never heard of young wizards being able to sit in on classes of other grades at will."

Rigg shook his head and said: "It hasn't been decided yet. Professor McGonagall just said that she would go and talk to Principal Dumbledore."

Ron was so surprised and shocked.

"So Headmaster Dumbledore will know you." Ron was going crazy with jealousy.

Who is Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the past 50 years?

The Weasleys all loved Dumbledore, or so Ron thought.

Their mother, Mrs. Weasley, and their father, Arthur Weasley, were both Dumbledore's biggest fans.

"I'll start training next week." Harry quickly swallowed the pie in his mouth and added, "Don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret."

At this moment, the red-haired twins Fred and George Weasley walked into the restaurant.

As soon as they saw Harry and Rigg sitting together, they walked over quickly.

"Well done Harry," whispered George, "Wood told us. We're on the House team too, the batsmen."

"Let me tell you, we are definitely going to win the Quidditch Cup this year." Fred said, "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year, our team will definitely show off its glory. You must be very happy." Great, Harry, Wood was so excited that he was almost incoherent when he told us about it.”

Fred looked at Rigg again: "Do you still remember the agreement on the train? Originally we said we would come to school to find you..."

Ron also remembered it, and was so angry that he punched his two brothers.

"But you seem to be very busy. Ron said you have been studying Potions class." George answered, "We didn't dare to disturb you. When will you have time to talk about replaceable quills?"

Rigg hesitated for a moment and agreed with the twins to meet them this weekend.

Fred and George happily high-fived and said goodbye to the trio.

"But we have to go. Lee Jordan thinks he has discovered a new secret passage that can lead to the outside of the school." George shook his head.

"I guess it's the passage behind the statue of Gregory the Toady. We discovered it the first week we entered the school. Goodbye." Fred finished waving and wanted to leave.

"Don't you two have anything to say to me?" Ron became even more angry.

"Oh, our lonely little brother -" Fred and George held hands and chanted like a hymn, and ran away again before Ron could get up and hit them.

No sooner had Fred and George left than someone very unpopular showed up.

"Having your last meal, Potter? When will you take the train back to the Muggles?" Malfoy suddenly appeared.

Looking at Rigg again, "Oh, our heir to the Dai family will also be driven home?" Malfoy said in a sinister tone.

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