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"But Madam Hooch said…" Harry hesitated instead.
Originally, Hermione should've been the one stopping him. Harry the one insisting on going.
But now Hermione was urging him to strike boldly. Harry had calmed down instead.
He wasn't an excellent student like Hermione—someone who'd be easily forgiven for bending rules.
What if he really got expelled?
Having tasted the joys of the magical world, he couldn't accept returning to his aunt's house for a miserable life.
On the other side, seeing Harry's continued inaction, Malfoy mocked from above: "Haha, knew you wouldn't dare! Looks like Longbottom's destined to find his own Remembrall!"
Watching Malfoy's provocative expression, Hermione felt the urge to punch a bratty kid for the first time.
This moment, she was glad she hadn't been sorted into Slytherin. Otherwise seeing these little punks showing off daily—beating them eight times a day would be going easy.
Hermione said with frustration: "Go on, what are you afraid of? Worst case, expulsion! You took down the Dark Lord himself. If you can't handle one measly Malfoy, don't tell people you know me when you go out. Can't afford that embarrassment."
Hermione continued fanning the flames.
Still just a kid. After Hermione's goading, seeing the expectant gazes around him, Harry steeled himself. Straddled the broom.
In his eyes, Malfoy's figure seemed to merge with his bullying cousin Dudley. Feet kicked off. Rose into the air with fury.
"Harry, we survived the Dark Lord! Rolled out from wands! Don't you dare lose face!" Hermione shouted loudly.
"Yeah, stay sharp, attaboy!" A crowd of Gryffindors echoed.
Seeing Harry chase after him, Malfoy turned and flew away.
Had to admit, Harry's broomstick flying talent was truly impressive. Quickly caught up to Malfoy.
Seeing this, Malfoy didn't panic. Instead, a sinister smile appeared at his lips.
He directly threw the Remembrall toward Professor McGonagall's office!
Harry didn't overthink it. Accelerated past Malfoy. Chased after the Remembrall.
Finally, before Professor McGonagall's window, he successfully intercepted it. Even executed a gymnastics-level difficult spinning sharp-brake maneuver.
Holy crap?!
Professor Cat suddenly looked up. Stunned on the spot.
Seeing this, Malfoy didn't panic. Instead secretly descended.
That's right. This scene was something Malfoy had planned all along.
After hearing Madam Hooch's "expulsion" warning, he'd wanted to use this method to get Harry—who'd repeatedly disrespected him—kicked out of school.
Deliberately provoke Harry. Lure him to chase. Then let professors witness him flying in the sky with their own eyes.
Even if it couldn't get him expelled, it could at least get him severely punished.
As for Malfoy himself—his father was a Hogwarts governor. Couldn't expel him. At most a few scoldings.
Unfortunately, the plan was good. But ignored two points.
One: Dumbledore's attitude. With Old Dumbledore covering him, Harry would absolutely never be expelled for this.
Two: Harry's heaven-defying broomstick skills and precise ball-catching talent directly let Professor McGonagall discover this Quidditch genius Seeker.
Sure enough, Professor McGonagall immediately came to the lawn. Expression stern.
"Harry Potter!"
Hearing that familiar voice, Harry's boiling blood instantly cooled.
Done for!
Professor McGonagall kept a straight face: "Mr. Potter, come with me."
Malfoy sneered gleefully.
Really getting expelled this time… Harry's heart filled with anxious desolation. What now? Absolutely couldn't return to Aunt Petunia's house. Would he have to depend on Hagrid for survival…
Seeing Hermione acting uninvolved, whistling while looking at the sky, myriad emotions finally became one sentence:
Hermione screwed me over!
Noticing Harry's gaze, Professor McGonagall looked toward Hermione. Suddenly said: "Almost forgot about you. Miss Granger, you come too."
Hermione: ??
Huh?
Hermione was confused for a moment.
She knew McGonagall had spotted Harry's Quidditch talent. Was preparing to recommend him to the team. But why call her?
Could it really be for discovering good prospects? Merit for fanning flames?
Though puzzled, she wasn't worried. Calmly followed Professor McGonagall away.
The three quickly arrived before the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Feeling the resentful stare from behind the entire way, Hermione really couldn't take it anymore. Turned around and whispered: "They can't expel you. Look how scared you are. Coward."
Harry finally realized: if they were really expelling him, they should be going to Headmaster Dumbledore, not the Defense classroom.
This put him slightly at ease. Finally had the mood to see what Professor McGonagall wanted.
Professor McGonagall poked her head in slightly. Said to Quirrell mid-lesson: "Sorry to interrupt your class, Professor Quirrell. May I borrow Wood?"
Quirrell nodded weakly.
Hermione also peeked in.
Good grief. Voldemort personally teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. This opportunity wasn't common.
Too comedic.
She regretted skipping this class. Should've attended more.
Soon, a handsome young man walked out.
"Potter, this is Oliver Wood," Professor McGonagall said excitedly. "Wood, I've found you a Seeker!"
Harry held his broom. Confused.
Seeing Harry's bewildered face, Hermione smacked his head: "You're on the Gryffindor Quidditch team! Aren't you going to thank Professor McGonagall!"
Close call. Almost blurted out "Professor Cat."
Harry's eyes widened in delighted surprise.
Before he could speak, McGonagall spoke again: "I've also found you a Beater!"
Said this while looking at Hermione.
"…" Hermione was shocked.
Wait, are You serious?
What have I done to deserve this?
She was genuinely baffled this time.
Hermione knew: the longer she stayed at Hogwarts, the more changes she could trigger.
But, but, but still!
This scene was a bit too absurd. Eating melon and it landed on her own head.
Had she displayed some special Quidditch talent?
Seeing Hermione's incredulous expression, Professor McGonagall smiled: "Mr. Potter possesses top-tier flying and vision talent. Suitable as Seeker. But you, Miss Granger—kind face, dark heart. Good at utilizing your own advantages. Finding enemies' weak points. Striking vital spots. Very suitable as Beater."
Beater—basically the team's bodyguard. Plus the role of causing trouble for opponents.
Hermione's face darkened.
Are You sure this is a compliment?
But, well… so that's my image in the teachers' eyes.
Looks like she'd wrecked Slytherin too badly recently. Even professors noticed.
"How about it? Double happiness, right?"
Professor McGonagall rubbed her hands happily. Seemed joyful at finding two good prospects.
Double happiness?
Wood's face fell. Expression like the sky was collapsing.
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