Harry went to the back of the cupboard to look for a broom. He did not know if there was a broom, but he knew that Anna was there.
"Your father is an excellent ball seeker!"
Anna whispered to Harry. "I saw his trophy in the showroom — it was next to Gryffindor's Quidditch Cup of '85."
"He must have loved Quidditch," Harry said, his eyes wide.
"He loved Gryffindor more, and Gryffindor did not touch the Quidditch Cup for two years."
Anna handed Harry a broom. Comet 140, which had just been restored, was an antique made in 1929. It had been gathering dust in the corner of the cupboard, and now it was time for it to see the light again.
"I think they need you now. When Mr. Potter was there — Gryffindor almost never lost —"
"Maybe you can use his name to bring back the glory of those years — and let them feel the fear of being dominated by the Potters again."
Harry took the broom, and his expression gradually became firm, as if he had accepted a great mission. He nodded heavily.
"I will."
Anna patted him on the shoulder. She had succeeded in convincing him.
"Mr. Potter, why are you holding the broom for so long — did you encounter the Devil's Vine?
Follow Oliver and Laing. It's time for you to go on stage! "
'Professor Mag' glanced at Harry's broom hesitantly, but he didn't say much about it.
"Go on!
I have to see Charlie again. "She hurried out of the waiting room.
Harry followed Oliver, whose face was glowing. He muttered, "We're saved," and "We're saved," completely ignoring Harry's broken broom and the fact that he looked malnourished. Professor Mcgonagall approved of him. A ball chaser should be flexible like this, and Marcus was the exception among the exceptions.
Perhaps Mr. Potter was full of doubts, but as long as Gryffindor had a chance to win, Oliver did not care.
Laing looked at Harry's broom with a complicated expression. "Potter, do you want to change your broom?"
He leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "You're not a student here, are you?
Is he Professor Mcgonagall's relative? "
"What?!" Harry almost broke the broom handle. "No!
You don't have to change the broom, thank you! "
There was a moment of silence.
Maybe out of honesty, he whispered to Laing, "I'm not a student here, but I'm also not Professor Mcgonagall's relative!"
"I understand." Ryan nodded, revealing an expression of understanding.
Harry did not know what Laing was thinking, but he had no time to think about it. He stepped onto the Quidditch field and heard the loud cheers coming from all around him. He felt his feet trembling uncontrollably.
"Is he really okay?" Nymphadora ran back to the waiting room.
"I was scared to death just now. I even changed my height back to normal. I hope they didn't notice that Professor Mcgonagall is shorter now." Nymphadora clutched her heart.
"You did a great job. They'll believe you." Anna raised her chin toward the window and motioned for Nymphadora to come over and watch.
"Gryffindor will win."
Nymphadora shrugged. "It's best that way. We'd prefer to have a fair match with Gryffindor on the field."
Of course, Nymphadora thought that Gryffindor's loss was not a bad thing. At least Hufflepuff would have one less strong opponent.
"Huh?
Didn't you see Ron and the others? "Anna ran to the entrance and pulled the curtain aside. There was not even a shadow outside.
"I saw the three of them running to the castle. They should be going to visit their brother …" She noticed the helpless expression on Anna's face. "What's wrong, Anna?
Isn't this normal? "
Anna could not answer this question. Fortunately, Nymphadora's attention was quickly attracted by the exclamations on the field.
"Oh — the second time!
Marcus tried to knock away Gryffindor's secret weapon — this thin boy with a red turban covering his face! "
The commentator's face was flushed with excitement. "Who the hell is he!?
Why is he covering his face!?
What does the red turban mean!? "
"Miss Monster, if you had a little bit of such ridiculous research spirit in your academics, you wouldn't be a D in my class."
A professor with a hooked nose could not help but interrupt the commentator's enthusiasm. The masked boy flying on the field gave him a very uncomfortable feeling. Coincidentally, Professor Mcgonagall was not there, and he could not bring himself to ask a student of the Lions Institute who their secret weapon was.
Of course, the Lions did not know who the red turban flying in the air was, but he had already dodged two of Marcus's attacks, and his movements were very agile. It was as if he was born to be a ball chaser. They cheered. "Red turban!
Red turban! "
On the broom, Slytherin's secret weapon, Marcus, was not feeling good. Harry's appearance had completely stolen the attention that should have been on him.
"Why do you only know how to run away?
Are you still a Gryffindor? "Marcus tried to provoke Harry." You're just a nobody!
Look at your broken broom! "
He took a closer look at Harry's broom and was really surprised. "Merlin's beard!
What is that?
Comet 140 that even Felcs wouldn't use to sweep the floor! "
"Why are you covering your face?
Are you extremely ugly? "
Harry was sweating and nervously looking for the Golden Snitch in the air. He had no time to pay attention to Marcus.
Marcus continued to be arrogant. He pointed at Harry's head. "That red turban — dirty Muggle product. What kind of trash would use such a thing — you mud …"
"Whoosh —" Marcus felt a chill on his head.
The audience was in an uproar.
"F * ck," Although Harry's words were not standard, he still cursed in a beautiful language. This was one of the few things he had learned from Anna in a short time.
Marcus didn't understand. Maybe the Red Turban was cursing him, but he couldn't think anymore. A lot of hair slipped from his fingertips.
"Ahhhh —" He screamed, and at the same time, he turned his grief into strength and rushed towards the Red Turban. He didn't care about the Golden Snitch anymore. He wanted revenge. He wanted to knock this mud over!
But Marcus suddenly found that he couldn't catch up.
He was stunned. The latest model of the Nimbus 1700 couldn't catch up with an antique Comet 140. This was even more surprising than the hair that fell out.
Harry's eyes were once again filled with only the Golden Ball, just like when he was in the Humble Abode. The only difference was that this Golden Snitch didn't have Anna's Restoration Spell.
This is much easier to catch than Anna's old Snitch. Harry thought and grabbed the Golden Ball flying in front of him with a confident expression on his face.
The hook-nosed professor stood up in disbelief.
"Wow —"
The commentator also stood up. She was so excited that she slapped the table in front of her. "Gryffindor's secret weapon caught the Golden Snitch. Congratulations to Gryffindor for 150 points!"
There was a moment of silence in the field, and suddenly there was a burst of fierce shouts and cheers. "Gryffindor!
Gryffindor!
Secret weapon!
Secret weapon! "
"So who is this' Red Turban '?" A Ravenclaw asked the Lion Cub next to him.
When Harry was chasing the ball, his mask was blown away. Many people were looking at him. Some of them were fanatical, but most of them were confused.
"Who cares? Let's win!"
[The Boy Who Survived a Great Disaster — Secret Weapon: Mission Completion Reward: Memory + 50, Reflexes + 50, 'Harry's Attribute Template' Additional Mission completed (1/3)]
[Harry participated in a regular Quidditch and won. Courage + 30]