The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Harry saw the glass ball rising into the sky as if in slow motion, and then began to fall toward the ground in a parabola.

He quickly summoned the broomstick beside him, then sat on it, leaned forward, and pointed the broomstick downward.

In the blink of an eye, he was speeding down and chasing Neville's poor glass ball.

The wind whistled in his ears, mixed with the screams of the little wizards below, and he stretched out his hand and caught the glass ball one foot above the ground.

He straightened the broom handle in time to prevent the broomstick from hitting the Hogwarts tower, and then he fell gently on the grass, holding the memory ball firmly in his hand.

"Harry Potter!"

After Harry, who was originally excited, heard this sound, his heart suddenly sank faster than he had dived just now.

Professor McGonagall was running towards them. Harry quickly put away the broom in his hand and stood up from the ground pretending to be nonchalant, but his trembling body still gave him away.

"In all my years at Hogwarts, I have never..." Professor McGonagall was so surprised that she couldn't speak. The lenses of her glasses flashed with anger.

"...How dare you do this? You will break your neck!" Professor McGonagall's eyes on the bridge of his nose twitched in anger.

"It's not his fault, Professor!" A girl quickly wanted to help Harry, but Professor McGonagall interrupted her.

"Shut up, Miss Patil. Now, Potter, follow me."

Professor McGonagall strode toward the castle, followed mechanically by Harry.

Malfoy, who had just left not long ago, looked at Harry, who was shocked by Professor McGonagall's stern look, and cast a puzzled look.

Rolf knew that this was Harry being selected into the Quidditch team. The world's correction ability is really powerful. Even if Malfoy didn't throw the ball, Harry still flew into the sky.

And it happened to be discovered by Professor McGonagall.

Harry thought he was going to be expelled, so he kept his head down and his face sad.

Malfoy was puzzled and wanted to step forward and say a few words to defend Harry, but he didn't know what Harry did after he left.

Professor McGonagall strode forward without even looking at Harry, who had to jog to keep up.

The two of them climbed the steps in front of the door and climbed the marble stairs inside. Professor McGonagall still said nothing.

She unscrewed the doors and strode through the corridors. Harry followed pathetically. Rolf and Malfoy also wanted to follow, but were scared away by Professor McGonagall's stern eyes.

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Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped outside a classroom. She opened the door and stuck her head in.

"I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick, could you please let Wood out for a moment?"

Wood Harry wondered in confusion, could it be a wooden crutch, and she wanted to use it to teach him a lesson?

Unexpectedly, Wood turned out to be a person, a tall and sturdy fifth-grade boy, who walked out of Professor Flitwick's classroom with a blank look on his face.

"You two, follow me." Professor McGonagall said, and the three of them strode forward in the corridor together. Wood looked at Harry curiously.

"Go in!" Professor McGonagall pointed to a classroom and let them in. There was only Peeves, who was busy writing curse words on the blackboard.

"Get out, Peeves!" She yelled angrily, and Peeves threw the chalk into the trash can with a clang, and then rushed out of the classroom cursing.

Professor McGonagall slammed the door shut, turned around, and faced the two boys.

The two boys were frightened by Professor McGonagall. They had never seen Professor McGonagall so angry.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I found a Seeker for you." The anger on Professor McGonagall's face disappeared and turned into a happy expression.

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 at a loss, not understanding what was going on at all, but it seemed that he would not be expelled, and his legs began to slowly regain feeling.

"He dived fifty feet and reached out and grabbed a small glass ball," Professor McGonagall said to Wood. "There was no scratch on the flesh. I don't think Charlie Weasley can do that?"

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

"Have you ever seen the Quidditch match, Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked kindly the still shivering little Harry.

Because Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration is so famous, people even forget that she was also an excellent Quidditch player when she was a student.

In the corridor of the trophy display room, alongside James Potter and Tom Riddle, there is a medal with the name McGonagall Minerva on it.

"He's just the right size for a Seeker," said Wood, circling Harry, eyeing him. "

Light and agile, we must get him a decent broom, Professor! I think, let’s get a Nimbus 2000 or Sweeping Seven Stars.”

"I'm going to talk to Professor Dumbledore to see if we can make an exception and use first-year students. Indeed, we need a better Quidditch team than last year.

I was defeated miserably by the Slytherin team in the last game. I didn't dare to face Snape for several weeks." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry happily from the top of her glasses.

"I hope to hear that you are training hard, Potter, otherwise I will change my mind and punish you." Then, she suddenly said seriously.

"Your father would be proud of you," she said happily, "He was an excellent Quidditch player before."

"You must be kidding, right?" It was time for dinner, and Harry told Ron what happened after he and Professor McGonagall left the venue.

Ron was about to put a piece of steak and kidney pie in his mouth, but forgot about it halfway through. "Seeker?" he said, "but first-year students never...you must be the youngest house in many years."

Team player."

"It's been a century." Harry said, picking up the pie with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth. After this thrilling encounter in the afternoon, he felt very hungry, "Wood told me."

Malfoy in the distance seemed to hear something, so he rushed over and asked with concern: "What punishment did Professor McGonagall give you?"

Ron looked at Malfoy beside him, his whole face turned red with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

"Instead of punishing me, I was asked to make an exception and join the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I will start training next week." Harry said,

"Don't tell anyone, Wood still wants to keep it a secret." He seemed to realize that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and looked around carefully, and then said to Malfoy.

Malfoy nodded blankly after hearing this, indicating that he understood.

At this time Ron spoke, "Don't forget about the prize showroom tonight. My assistant is Harry. Who is your assistant?"

"Rolph," Malfoy said, not wanting to talk to the redhead at all, "I hope you won't cry when the time comes."

Then he turned around, came to Rolf, and told him the breaking news he had just heard.

Rolf was not surprised at all and continued to fight with the steak in front of him, while Ernie dropped his fork in shock.

"Don't tell others," Rolf warned them again carefully, regardless of Ernie who was petrified by shock.

Malfoy nodded, but he seemed to have forgotten to tell Rolf about the duel at night?

No matter what, I'm not planning to go anyway.

Then he returned to his Slytherin table and digested the shock he had just received alone.

He...he also wants to join the Quidditch team in first grade. I'm so envious!