Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 45

Harry walked to the back of the cabinet with a bewildered face to 'find a broom'. He didn't know if there was a broom here, but he knew that Anna was here.

"Your father was a good Seeker!" Anna whispered, pulling Harry back, "I saw his trophy in the showroom, right next to the Gryffindor '85 Quidditch Cup. superior-"

"He must have loved Quidditch," Harry said, wide-eyed.

"He loves Gryffindor more, and Gryffindor hasn't touched the Quidditch Cup for two whole years."

Anna handed Harry a broom, the Comet No. 140, which had just been cast with a restoration spell. This old antique from 1929 was placed in the corner behind the cabinet to collect dust. Now it's time to see its light again.

"I think they need you now, Gryffindor almost never lost when Mr. Potter was here!"

"Maybe you can use his name to recreate the glory of the year - let them feel the fear of being dominated by the Potter family again."

Harry took the broom, his expression became firmer, as if he had accepted some great mission.

He nodded heavily.

"I will."

Anna patted him on the shoulder, flickering successfully.

"Mr. Potter, have you been holding a broom for so long, did you meet the Devil's Vine? Follow Oliver and Ryan, it's time for you to play!"

'Professor McGonagall' glanced at Harry's broom before saying anything, but didn't dwell too much on it—

"Come on! I have to see Charlie again." She hurriedly left the waiting room.

Harry followed Oliver, whose face was flushed, muttering 'Saved', 'We're Saved', completely oblivious to Harry's rotten broom, or to Harry's seemingly malnourished—

That is someone recognized by Professor McGonagall. Chasers should be so flexible! Marcus is an exception within an exception.

Maybe this Mr. Potter is full of doubts, but as long as Gryffindor has a chance to win, Oliver doesn't care.

Instead, Ryan took a complicated look at Harry's broom, "Potter, do you want to change a broom?"

He leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "Aren't you a student at the school? Are you a relative of Professor McGonagall?"

"What?!" Harry almost broke the broom handle, "No! No need to change the broom, thank you!"

Silence for a while.

Maybe out of honesty, he whispered to Ryan, "I'm not really a student here, but I'm not a relative of Professor McGonagall!"

"I understand—" Ryan nodded, showing a clear expression.

Harry didn't know what Ryan knew. He had no time to think about it. He stepped onto the Quidditch pitch and listened to the huge cheers around him. He felt that his feet could not stop shaking.

"Is he really all right?" Nymphadora ran back to the waiting room.

"I was scared to death just now. My height has changed back. I hope they didn't notice that Professor McGonagall is a little shorter." Nymphadora covered her heart.

"You did a great job, they will believe it." Anna raised her chin toward the window and motioned for Nymphadora to come over and take a look.

"Gryffindor will win."

Nymphadora shrugged, "It's better, we hope to be able to compete with Gryffindor on the field."

Of course, Nymphadora thinks that Gryffindor's loss is not bad, at least it reduces Hufflepuff's strong opponent.

"Huh? Didn't you see Ron and the others?" Anna ran to the entrance to pull the curtains, but there was no one outside.

"I saw the three of them running towards the castle, they should be visiting their brother..." She noticed the helpless expression on Anna's face, "What's wrong Anna? Isn't this normal?"

Anna couldn't answer this question, but fortunately, Nymphadora was quickly attracted by the exclamations on the field.

"Oh! The second time! Marcus tried to knock off Gryffindor's secret weapon - this thin boy with a red hood and his face covered!"

The narrator's face was flushed with excitement, "Who is he!? Why is he covering his face!? What does the red turban represent!?"

"Miss Most, if you can have a little such ridiculous research spirit in your academics, you won't be a D in my class."

An aquiline-nosed professor couldn't help interrupting the commentator's frenzy - the masked boy dancing on the field gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, and it happened that Professor McGonagall was not there, so he couldn't keep his face to ask. A Lions student who is their secret weapon—

Of course, the little lions don't know who this red hooded hood is flying in the air, but he has dodged two Marcus attacks, and his movements are very agile, it seems that he is born to be a chaser - they cheer, "Red turban! Red turban!"

On the broom, Slytherin's secret weapon, Marcus - it's not very pleasant, Harry's appearance completely robs him of the eyes that should have appeared on him.

"Why do you know to run away? You're still not a Gryffindor!" Marcus tried to provoke Harry. "You're just a nobody! Look at your rotten broom!"

He looked at Harry's broom carefully, and was really surprised, "Merlin's beard! What is that? Comet 140 that Filch wouldn't even use to sweep the floor!"

"Why do you cover your face? Are you extremely ugly?"

Harry was in a cold sweat nervously looking for the Snitch in the air, and he didn't have time to talk to Marcus at all.

Marcus continued to be arrogant, he pointed at Harry's head, "That red hood, dirty Muggle stuff, what kind of **** would use such a thing - you mud..."

"Shh—" Marcus's head froze.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"***," Harry scolded it in a beautiful language even though it was not standard. This was one of the few things he had learned from Anna in a short period of time.

Marcus didn't understand, maybe the red hood was scolding him, but he couldn't think anymore, a bunch of hair slipped from his fingertips.

"Ahhhh-" He screamed, turning his grief and anger into strength at the same time, and rushed towards the red hood, he couldn't care about the golden snitch that appeared, he wanted revenge, he wanted to knock this mudblood over!

But Marcus suddenly found himself unable to catch up.

He was flabbergasted—the latest Nimbus 1700 couldn't keep up with an old-fashioned Comet 140—more astonishing than his shedding hair.

Once again, Harry's eyes were nothing but the golden ball, just like the one he had in the Burrow, but the only difference—

This Golden Snitch doesn't have Anna's Restoration Charm.

This is much easier to catch than Anna's old snitch, Harry thought, grabbing the golden ball flying in front of him with a confident expression on his face.

Professor Hook-nosed stood up in disbelief.

"Wow--"

The narrator also stood up, she slapped the table in front of her excitedly, "Gryffindor's secret weapon caught the Golden Snitch! Congratulations to Gryffindor for scoring 150 points!"

There was a moment of silence in the field, and suddenly violent shouts and cheers broke out, "Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Secret weapon! Secret weapon!"

"So who is this 'Red Turban'?" a Ravenclaw asked the little lion beside him.

When Harry was chasing the ball at the end, the mask was blown away. Many people were looking at him, some were frenzied, and most were confused.

"Never mind, it's a win!"

[The Boy Who Never Died—Secret Weapon: Mission Completion Rewards: Memory +50, Reaction +50, 'Harry Attribute Template' Additional Mission Completed (1/3)]

[Harry participates in a regular Quidditch, wins, courage +30]

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