38 years of past events

The weather in November has become very cold, but Hogwarts’ enthusiasm for Quidditch has never been extinguished. Speaking of Quidditch, I haven’t participated in it for two years. I like this kind of group cooperation activities. I may have been influenced by my father. I have a strong sense of maverick since I was a child.

However this year—

Marcus Flint was coming down the corridor. He saw me, but I didn't want to talk to him. He was the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Slytherin guys I'm disgusted.

"Stop, Randolph, there's something I think you need to know."

I held the notes and materials of the last class in one hand, and put the other in my trouser pocket, and walked towards the common room.However, Marcus Flint did not give up. He walked beside me and said, "This year's Quidditch, I think you have to go. It's different from previous years. We need you."

"Flint, you always use this kind of rhetoric every year. Try something new. I'm neither interested nor good at Quidditch. Please find someone else."

"No, your flying skills are great, you can, I know."

"Sorry about that too. I've been very busy recently, and I really don't have time for Quidditch." In fact, I'm not lying. The matter about the Philosopher's Stone has so far left me at a loss.

Flint still didn't give up his thoughts: "Listen, this time is different, Gryffindor, you know, they've lost for six years in a row, but this year, they have Potter! Harry Potter! That's the lucky boy who survived, oh, you didn't see Wood like that, it's maddening!"

"Harry? Did you participate in Quidditch?" I was a little surprised, and asked strangely: "How is this possible? Although I haven't played for a long time, I have never forgotten the rules of Quidditch. There has never been a freshman are allowed to participate in Quidditch."

"That's true, but this year this damn thing just happened, and what's even more terrible is that Headmaster Dumbledore actually acquiesced."

I laughed, that's why.

"So we need you now, Slytherin needs you," he continued, "I've convinced all the best of Slytherin, those who are skilled at flying, and now you are the only one who is missing, don't reject me, as a class Sir, shouldn't they be shown Slytherin's strength?"

"Okay, Flint, what's Harry mainly doing in Quidditch this time?"

"It is said that Wood intended him to be a Seeker."

"Very well, then I'll be the Slytherin Seeker this time—" It's definitely not Flint who convinced me, it was Harry Potter who changed my mind, and I should watch anyway See what's so special about that kid.

"Wait a minute Jamie Travers is a year-round Seeker—"

"Let him be a goalkeeper or repair brooms in the warehouse, it's your choice."

"Slytherin password?"

"Pure blood is supreme!"

Following his stunned expression, I threw him behind and ignored him, and walked straight into the lounge.

The Quidditch match was held a week later, and the weather was sunny and cold. The referee, Mrs. Hooch, stood on the tower with a binoculars and watched for a long time, and finally decided that it was a favorable day for flying. Everyone got excited.

Among the four houses, only Slytherin played against Gryffindor. This seems to have become an eternal truth. When Harry came out in his big jersey, the atmosphere on the field was obviously different. It feels like a kind of extreme expectation and enthusiasm are overflowing.

"Listen, I hope everyone will participate in the game fairly and honestly." Mrs. Hooch's open-mouthed rules and regulations made us all look at each other in the team tacitly, even though I haven't participated in it for two years. But I am still very aware of some black hands who play sidelines in Quidditch every year.

With the sound of a whistle, more than a dozen brooms shot up to the sky, and Quidditch officially started on the court where the balls were coming and going.

"Look! Angelina from Gryffindor is serving now, who is she going to pass the ball to? Oh! It's Alicia Spinnett. She catches it! What two charming girls! Look!" , They're going to throw! No! That's terrible! Jamie Travers of the Slytherin team swooped and he knocked out the goal! It's a pity, it was only a little bit..." Lee Jordan's commentary once caused a stir. The boom on the field.

Then, Travers quickly passed the ball to his teammate Williams.Flint and I hid at the end of the Slytherin and he screened the Bludger for me.I looked around the sky on my broom, and at the end of the Gryffindor line I saw the same idle Harry.

It seemed he was waiting for the Snitch to show up.

Just then, Flint exclaimed: "Look! It's here!"

A flash of golden light flashed across everyone's eyes, and Harry rushed over in a flash.Flint was about to stop him in an instant, and I slammed Flint away: "Get out of the way! He's mine!"

I sped forward on the broom, and now let me see what is so special about the Boy Who Lived.

Harry and I followed the Snitch to the center of the arena, "Look! It's the Seeker from the Gryffindor team and the Seeker from the Slytherin team. They actually met in the air at the same time!" Lee Jordan's commentary Raise the passion and heat wave on the field to the peak.

"Hey, sir, it's you, I didn't expect you to be a Seeker!" Harry didn't realize anything, he still greeted me happily.

I didn't say anything, I just gave him a smirk, then rushed over, slammed into Harry hard, he screamed, he was not proficient in flying, and he made several circles in the air.

"Be careful, the savior! The stadium does not distinguish between friends!" I said coldly.

"I...I understand." He only remembered that important matter after he reacted, and then he accelerated towards the Golden Snitch.

At the same time, I followed closely, "Boy Who Lived, they said you defeated the You-Know-Who, tell me, how did you do it." I asked while flying beside him.

"Ah, what? Wait a minute sir, it's not appropriate now, I said wait until the game is over." He stared at the Snitch eagerly and intently.

"Why didn't you say it? I don't think you're fine. You didn't learn potions well, and your flying skills are so poor. What did you rely on? You're lucky, aren't you, Harry?" I said with malicious speculation with.

"No, no, sir, I think this matter should wait until the end of the game, oh, Golden Snitch!" As he exclaimed, a bright light flew in front of him, and Harry immediately followed.

Not to be outdone, I chased after Harry, and when he didn't expect it, the end of a broomstick hit Harry's back and he almost fell out of the air.

Sure enough, it was just that close!

Flint was covering for the Bludger behind me, I gave him a wink and he flew right up to Harry, the Bludger followed him, and then he dodged and the Bludger hit Harry's Shoulder.

"Ah!" Harry exclaimed.

Well done!We nodded to each other, watching the scene suddenly seething, Ron yelled: "He cheated! End! Slytherin did it!" But no one paid any attention to him.

Harry and I were flying side by side in the air after the Snitch, and this time he learned how to dodge my attack.As the wind whistled past our ears, we bumped into each other in the air.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Harry's speed began to slow, and his broom wobbled from side to side like it wasn't going to work.

I flew to the commanding heights and looked down at the field. In the corner of the crowd, I found Quirrell. He had a strange look, and he seemed to be muttering something furtively.

Just then Flint yelled, "Quick! Now! Get him, Randolph!"

The Golden Snitch appeared in front of my eyes, I dashed forward, and just when I was about to reach it, Harry suddenly rushed over with all my strength, and I flicked the broom tail at Harry angrily.

He fell off the broom in an instant, and his fingers missed the Snitch, but no one thought that at that moment, he opened his mouth and bit it!At the last moment of falling from the sky.

"Harry!" There was a loud exclamation from the crowd as Harry fell.

I watched all the chaos happening below from the air, and laughed at his stupidity, for a worthless thing, can he even take his own life?

However, it was Harry's reckless stupidity that later proved to be devastating to both my father and me.But at that time, I didn't know.

Harry finally brought Gryffindor its first victory in six years, but he also paid the price, spending half a month at Madam Pomfrey's school nurse.

I went to visit him with a bouquet of singing squeaky flowers.At that time, he was happily talking to Ron Weasley, and my appearance undoubtedly interrupted the atmosphere.

"gentlemen?"

"I hope I didn't disturb your pleasant conversation." I said, and gave the squeaking flower to Harry on the hospital bed.

"Thank you, sir, I'm actually quite well."

"Oh Harry, I just remembered, he and Marcus Flint were the ones who got you hurt!" exclaimed Ron suddenly.

"Hey, don't say that, Ron." Harry winked at Ron.

"It doesn't matter. I think this first-year Mr. Weasley may not know the rules of Quidditch very well. You must know the rule that there is never a stop on the field. It is the best to win no matter what method is used. Of course, It's hard to understand unless you can participate."

"I—" He wanted to refute but was speechless, who told him that he hadn't participated in Quidditch before.

"Okay, Ron, I believe Mr. has no other intentions. You forgot that he helped us that day, in the corridor." At the critical moment, Harry smoothed things over.

"It's really lively. So everyone is here. It seems that I don't need to visit you, Harry."

"Professor McGonagall!" Harry was the first to react.

"Mr. Randolph is also here, oh, Zhizhihua, I can't see that you still have such leisure and fun." Mag glanced at the singing flowers, narrowed her eyes and smiled. Strong defensive heart.

"As the "culprit" who caused him to be injured, I have to say something, don't I?" I said it sincerely and modestly, and of course I knew she might not believe it, but it was enough for Harry to believe it.

"I can't tell, you're pretty high-minded. In that case, what about Marcus Flint, he didn't come?"

"I think as a prefect I can fully represent our Slytherin this period."

"Actually, it was an accident. I think it's more like something went wrong with my broom, really! Professor." Harry specially explained from the side.

"Of course, I'm sure no one would take it as deliberate, would you, Mr. Randolph?"

"Yes, Professor." I also smiled.

"Okay, now let's see what it can do with this bouquet of squeaky flowers, oh it's singing—" Harry said pleasantly, it seemed that he liked this stupid song.

"If you'rehappyandyouknowitClapyourhands (If you're happy, clap your hands, clap!)"

"If you're happy and you know it Stomp your feet (If you're happy and you know it Stomp your feet)"

"Hey Harry I like this song."

"Me too, Ron."

At the last moment of going out, McGonagall signaled that I would go to the office to find her later, but I refused for other reasons. She froze for a moment, then smiled and wished me a happy weekend.

Although Minerva McGonagall can be called the strict teacher of Hogwarts, I have never been afraid of her. It may have something to do with my youthful pride, making Hogwarts no longer exist except for Dumbledore. The second person who tried to suppress me in vain.