Hogwarts: You are a devil!

"No, I'm going to hide it and let Longbottom find it."

Throwing down the memory ball in front of Harry, Malfoy stepped onto the broom without any hesitation, and his unruly aura frightened Harry for a moment.

"How about hiding on the roof?" Malfoy showed off the memory ball in his hand to Harry, and Malfoy skillfully activated the magic broom and flew into the sky.

So what if the savior is just a Mudblood who grew up in the Muggle world. Can he play with a magic broomstick?

An evil smile appeared on Malfoy's fair face. Unlike Harry, his mother gave him the latest broom when he was seven years old, and he had much more practice experience than Harry.

"What's wrong Potter, can't you reach it?"

He specifically looked back and saw that no one was following him. While he felt happy, he also felt a sense of loss for some reason.

If he could follow up... What were you thinking? Malfoy, how could that Potter follow up.

Despite this thought, Malfoy turned the broom around and stopped in mid-air to look at Harry provocatively.

Harry let out a sigh of relief, as if he had made up his mind. He sat up and clamped the broom between his legs. He followed the method taught by Mrs. Hooch in class and carefully sensed the presence of the broom.

"Harry, don't go. You don't know how to fly yet, and Mrs. Hooch ordered us not to fly into the sky before she left."

Harry glanced at Hermione and moved the broom with an expressionless expression. He was going to catch Malfoy and beat him severely in front of everyone.

As for Mrs. Huo Qi and the temporary managers she appointed before she left, he would not care.

He grabbed the broom tightly with both hands, flew up into the air crookedly, and stopped not far in front of Malfoy.

Seeing him coming, Malfoy smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Give him to me, or I'll beat you down!"

"Is this all you have?" Malfoy continued to toss the memory ball in his hand.

It's not that he looked down on Harry, but with the speed he showed, if he didn't let go, he wouldn't be able to catch himself at all.

On the edge of the big lawn, Louis sat on the ground very comfortably, watching the scene that had appeared on the screen up close.

Malfoy threw the memory ball in his hand forcefully. After Harry looked at him coldly, he controlled the broom and flew up without hesitation.

Faster, faster!Seeing the memory ball getting closer and closer to the castle, I remembered the words Neville said on the day I met him.

Without the memory ball, he might forget a lot of things. Without the memory ball, his grandmother would scold him severely. Without the memory ball, Neville would not know how he would cry...

A fire seemed to ignite in Harry's heart, a fire called friendship. He lowered his body without any guidance and rode on the broom in a very standard Quidditch acceleration movement.

The sound of breaking through the air attracted Professor McGonagall's attention. She heard correctly, it was the sound of a magic broomstick flying.

That little wizard!How can it be!Skjan dives!Harry is only 11 years old, and he actually performed a difficult Quidditch move!

Professor McGonagall still walked to the window, took off her glasses and looked out the window at Harry, waving the memory ball to show off to his friends.

Looking at Harry's back, Professor McGonagall appeared in front of a figure similar to Harry's, full of confidence and arrogance.

James Potter, Harry's father, after leading the team to win the Quidditch championship 17 years ago, he, like Harry now, flew on his broom to his friends who were celebrating him.

The Gryffindor students welcomed Harry off his broom like a hero.

Different from the cheerful atmosphere in Gryffindor, the Slytherins who were happy just now had their faces downcast, and a low pressure enveloped everyone.

He actually did it!How can it be!

Malfoy controlled the broom to fall. Except for Goyle and Crabbe, Pansy was the only one among the Slytherin students who was willing to come up to him and comfort Malfoy softly.

Comparing the cold attitude of the other students with that of Gryffindor, Malfoy felt an unknown anger rising in his heart.

It's all his fault, damn Harry Potter!Malfoy vented his anger on Harry. Without him, he should be the hero!

There was a feud in the flying class, and the next step is to have a fight. Do you want to go and see it?

Louis thought about it for a long time and decided to forget it. It was the first time the Iron Triangle went on a night out together. Apart from the three-headed dog Lu Wei, there was nothing that attracted Louis.

Hagrid's hut was much larger than when he first came, mainly because Louis gave him too many things. In order to accommodate those things, Hagrid had to expand several stone huts.

"Boom boom boom!"

After knocking on the thick wooden door for a long time, there was no response from Hagrid. It seemed that he was on patrol.

Louis turned around helplessly and walked towards the Quidditch pitch, where Qiu Zhang might be.

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Harry was in a panic now. He had just ridden the magic broomstick in violation of school rules and was taken away by Mrs. McGonagall not long after.

Before leaving, Malfoy's ridicule was still vivid in my mind: "Look at that silly guy Potter, he was caught by Mrs. McGonagall..."

Professor McGonagall walked in front without saying a word, and Harry followed her with his head raised, not knowing what to do.

They walked all the way outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom before Professor McGonagall said her first words: "Wait here!"

So Harry stopped and watched Professor McGonagall call a wizard named Wood out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Fu Jiao glanced at Harry's position, and he could feel that one of his Horcruxes was there.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood!" Following Professor McGonagall's introduction, Wood smiled at Harry.

"Wood, I found a good Seeker for you!" After introducing Wood, Professor McGonagall pointed at Harry and introduced.

Impossible. Wood's first feeling was that something was wrong with Professor McGonagall. How could a first-year student become the Gryffindor Seeker?

After looking at Professor McGonagall a few more times to make sure that she was not pretending to be someone else, Wood finally believed that Professor McGonagall, who was always strict, would not lie.

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The news quickly spread throughout the school. Even Louis and Cho Zhang, who were sharing candies in the lounge, heard the news that Harry had become a Seeker.

"This is incredible, he is only in the first grade, how is it possible!"

Even Cho Chang himself was still a Quidditch substitute, but as a result, first-year Harry was already a Seeker.

"This is the power of inheritance. His father is also an excellent seeker. Harry may have inherited his Quidditch talent."

Qiu Zhang nodded thoughtfully, wondering if her hobby of Quidditch would be passed on to her children.