A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Okay, Harry, you should go to the game!" James ruffled Harry's messy black hair again and said softly, "You will win the Quidditch Silver Cup, right?"

"Competition?! Ah yes!" Harry immediately came back to his senses, "I almost forgot. I fly very well, just like you."

"I know, I heard, you are the youngest seeker in a century." James said with a smile.

When Harry arrived on the pitch, he was the only one who hadn't changed yet, so he had to rush into the changing room and put on the scarlet Gryffindor robes.

Wood looked at Harry worriedly, but he did not dare to say anything for fear of affecting Harry's performance.

Wood kept comforting himself in his heart, trying to calm down.

"It doesn't matter if he loses the game. After all, his father is back... After all, his father is back... Wuwuwu..."

Wood has become a tearful person inside.

In the stands, Snape unexpectedly came to watch the game. It was definitely not because the final was between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

As for the purpose...

Snape looked complicated and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Rumple, about the resurrection of James Potter..."

"Yes, I did it." Edward admitted without hesitation.

Snape nodded and returned to his seat with a heavy face. He glanced one last time in Edward's direction. James Potter sat next to Edward.

Edward had James Potter on one side and Dumbledore on the other. Fortunately, neither of them had much intention of communicating with him, which saved him a lot of effort.

The players quickly came to the court from the locker room, and the court was noisy, even in the professor's chair. James Potter waved the Gryffindor flag he got from somewhere and shouted vigorously. With.

This made Dumbledore's mouth twitch uncontrollably several times.

But compared to James's shouts of encouragement, the little wizards were obviously much more professional. Three-quarters of the crowd wore scarlet roses, waved scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion on them, or otherwise waved Wearing small flags with slogans such as "Gryffindor wins!" and "The Lion wins the trophy!"

However, there were 200 people behind the Slytherin goal wearing green ornaments, and Slytherin's silver snake glittered on their flag.Snape's expression was like an iceberg. He didn't care about the situation in Slytherin at all. He seemed to be thinking about the big problems in life.

"Here comes the Gryffindor team!" shouted Lee Jordan, acting as commentator as usual. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, the Weasley brothers and Wood, it is acknowledged that this team has been here for several years. The best team at Hogwarts, of course, cannot forget the great hero James Potter who is specially present today..."

Lee's comment was drowned out by a flurry of boos from the Slytherin side.

But James didn't seem to be affected too much. He stood up and waved the Gryffindor flag vigorously, cheering for Harry on the field.

"The Slytherin team is here, led by captain Flint. He has made some changes in the formation. It seems that he wants to win with size rather than skill..."

The boos from the Slytherin side became even louder. However, James seemed to have become the leader of Gryffindor, and he took the lead in booing towards Slytherin.

This made Dumbledore slap him in the face. This student of his... is really exactly the same as before...

But it seemed necessary to tell him that the wizarding world was different now, and it was no longer the era when Slytherins equaled Death Eaters.

Otherwise, James might not be able to move forward in the magical world.

"Captains, shake hands!" Mrs. Hooch said, while giving James a sharp look, as if she was dissatisfied with his actions.

Flint and Wood walked toward each other, each holding the other's hand as hard as if they wanted to break the other's fingers.

"This is a lot like back then, isn't it?" James jumped over Edward to chat with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore covered his forehead and waved his hand to signal him to be quiet. He was already thinking about how to deal with James' problem.

After all... after the sacrifice of James and Lily, most of the Potter family's property and industry went into Dumbledore's hands, and in recent years, in order to secretly support his own power, Dumbledore has frequently transferred those properties.

Although he knew James wouldn't care, Dumbledore wanted to be embarrassed!

He can't let others think that he is a villain who embezzles other people's property!

But obviously James has not yet begun to count the Potter family's property. It is also possible that the Ministry of Magic has informed the Potter family that all the Potter family's property is in the hands of Dumbledore, and for the time being, James has not opened his mouth to ask for it from Dumbledore.

But this is undoubtedly something Dumbledore needs to consider.

He could not chill the hearts of the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

While Dumbledore was thinking, the game had already begun, fourteen broomsticks rose into the air, and Mrs. Hooch's whistle was drowned in the roar of the crowd.

Harry felt his hair flowing back from his forehead, and his nervousness disappeared in the thrill of flying. He immediately saw James Potter in the stands - he was too conspicuous, Professor He was the only one at the table who stood up and waved his fists excitedly.

"I will definitely win the game!" Harry cheered secretly in his heart.

"Now the Quaffle is on Gryffindor's side, Gryffindor's Arya Spinnet drives the ball straight towards the Slytherin goal, looking good, Arya!

ah!No - the Quaffle was intercepted by Warrington, and Slytherin's Warrington quickly advanced on the court - wow!A nice Bludger by George Weasley, who was always a good batsman - Warrington lost the Quaffle and - Johnson got it and the Quaffle was there again It's Gryffindor, quick, Angelina - with a beautiful turn beside Montague - down, Angelina, the Bludger works - she scores!Ten to zero, Gryffindor leads! "

Harry watched from atop his broom as Angelina flew around the pitch, pumping her fists in the air as the crimson sea screamed with glee below.

He also saw his father, James waving vigorously towards him.

"Dad must not know that I can only catch the Golden Snitch if I'm fifty points ahead, right?"

They must lead the final score by 200 points to win the Quidditch Silver Cup!

Harry sighed silently in his heart and continued to search for traces of the Golden Snitch in the air. He at least had to make sure to find the Golden Snitch before the Slytherin team's Seeker, so that even if Slytherin wanted to end the game, he would have to get through first. Harry this level!