Hogwarts Practical Professor

Speaking of Quidditch, this may be the only thing Harry looks forward to among countless homework assignments.

Their next team was to play Slytherin.They were equipped with the new Nimbus 2001 last year, which resulted in Harry losing more than winning against Slytherin even though he had Nimbus 2000 and had superb skills.

But this time it was different. He had already told Wood about the situation, but they announced that Harry's Nimbus 2000 was broken and his flying speed was suddenly very slow. Harry needed a new broom to fight the chicken thieves. This made The Slytherin team was happy for a long time.

But maybe they weren't happy when they saw Harry's new broomstick: who wants to be the enemy of the Firebolt Plus?

It's a pity that Slytherin is still immersed in the powerful joy of winning. Malfoy said: "Harry has absolutely no money or time to buy a new broom, which means they have to use the school's old broom for Harry."

The day before the Quidditch match, the weather was a little gloomy, and Harry felt like it was going to rain.

This made him feel bad. Although he had learned the spells to deal with dementors, he didn't know if he could use them against real dementors.

"Relax, Harry, you have learned the spells to deal with Dementors, and even if you really can't use them, Dumbledore has warned those Dementors, and he will definitely strengthen the protection." Hermione comforted, " Besides, your broom is almost the best in the world, and you can ride it away from them."

"Thank you." Harry thanked him, but he was still afraid of the scene when the dementors invaded. There was a vague scream of a woman in front of him.

"Who is that woman?" Harry asked again. This was the fourth time he had asked this question. "I think that cry seems familiar to me. Do you think it might be her?"

"Your mother, Lily." Adrian was just about to leave the library and heard the conversation between the two of them. "I can tell you this, but there is a requirement."

"What's the request?" Harry was a little curious. He knew that Adrian never asked for anything. Even in practical classes, he basically waited until all the students had learned a spell before moving on to the next class. Unlike other professors, who had to Learn it in a few lessons.

"Win the race with Sirius' broom and my accelerator, or don't even think about me telling you about it," Adrian said, then raised an eyebrow at Hermione.

So the next day, they saw a different Harry. He was eating voraciously at the long breakfast table, as if he wanted to swallow all the energy.

"I have to win this game because I have to know what happened to my mother." Harry explained to a confused Ron.

"Don't eat too much, it will affect your performance." Adrian walked past and walked to the staff table, and then said helplessly.

After he said this, Harry immediately stopped eating and drinking. After Adrian was surprised that Harry would listen to the advice, he saw Harry running towards the toilet.

"It's okay if he has diarrhea after eating. I hope he can finish it before the game." Adrian shook his head and said.

When the game was about to start, it suddenly started raining in the sky. Basically all the Gryffindor little lions thought that the game was destined to be lost. Without Harry's Nimbus 2000 buff bonus, what else could they rely on to win? What about Letling?

Jordan, who was in charge of the commentary, was no exception. He said pessimistically: "Let's see, oh, the first one to appear is Slytherin. They are holding seven brand-new Nimbus 2001, and they are flying on the court like golden snitches. "

Professor McGonagall next to him also had a worried look on his face. Only the Gryffindor team members had winning smiles on their faces, which earned them loud boos from Slytherin.

Yes, they kept the secret to their own family and not even Professor McGonagall knew about it.

"Okay, we see the Gryffindor players coming out." Jordan said in a languid voice, "First there are six players, and then there's Harry the seeker, with sweeps and so on, what is that? "I didn't seem to see clearly." Jordan's voice became excited. No matter what, at least the broom was very fast, and he seemed to see a light mount.

"Oh my God, that looks like a Firebolt. Yes, it's a Firebolt, and Harry also put a mount on it." Jordan's voice was an octave higher, even higher than Pavarotti.

The faces of the other Gryffindor little lions were full of determination, while Slytherin's expression dropped to freezing point.

"As Mrs. Hooch abandoned the Quaffle, the game began. The chasers of both teams did not move. No, Slytherin's Malfoy moved first. He wanted to use the first step to defeat the enemy and added a mount. Firebolt? It’s in vain.”

"Malfoy seemed to see the Golden Snitch, but he was obviously fake because he didn't speed up himself. On the other side, Slytherin's Marcus seemed ready to throw the ball, no, he didn't, he chose the other side but was blocked by Wood Can you beat the witty Wood?"

"Angelina can be seen sprinting forward with the Quaffle at a speed as if they were all equipped with Firebolts. Angelina prepares to throw, but a Bludger is about to focus on her. Fred or George hits it. Fei, they look too similar, you can’t blame me.”

"Angelina threw the ball. The Slytherin goalkeeper was driving like a snail. His rubbish-like light wheel slowly flew towards the goal. It was ridiculous. He was hit by the Quaffle and fell into Gryphon with the Quaffle. Score more”

"Oh, Harry and Malfoy seemed to have discovered the Golden Snitch at the same time. At this time, Harry was still a long way behind. Oh my god, forgive me for misunderstanding the speed of the Firebolt. He used the speed of apparation to chase people and caught up with Malfoy. and immediately took the lead, but Harry seemed to be intercepted by the Quaffle and he couldn't take the risk."

"Despicable Slytherin" Li Jordan yelled, but was immediately stopped by Professor McGonagall.

"Malfoy has used this time to get very close to the Golden Snitch. Harry seems to be losing. The score at this time is 170 to 130. In this case, Slytherin will lose many points."

"No, Harry's Firebolt suddenly started to accelerate. Wait, the tail of his broom shot out two slender flames. I now completely rely on this to identify his position. I couldn't catch his afterimage for only three seconds. When the time came, he caught up with Malfoy, and then there was a turn, but Harry flew out of the field. He had to make a big arc, which would allow Malfoy to gain the upper hand again."

"Oh, stupid Harry, you think you can beat me with a jet," Malfoy said to Harry while riding on his broom. He wasn't sure if Harry could hear it. Most likely he wouldn't, but He must show off his strength to Harry and win again.

"What if we can't catch up with Draco?" At this time, Harry's hands, sitting on the Firebolt, were all covered in sweat.

At this time, a reminder came to his mind: "You can press the yellow button when you are about to exit the corner."

Although I don’t know what effect it will have, I can only give it a try.Thinking of his mother, Harry pressed the yellow button just before exiting the corner, when the speed was at its slowest.

Jordan was ready to retire with regret, but suddenly a large flame came out from behind Harry's jet, almost burning off the tail of his broom.

Then Harry rushed out as fast as the Renaissance, leaving Draco behind, leaving Draco, who had a low hairline and bangs blown by the wind, in a daze. force.

"Harry's jet suddenly released an unknown skill, blowing Draco's hair on the back of his head like a free shaving service, and he rushed towards the buffer zone under the auditorium."

When the audience reacted, what they saw was Harry crawling out from below with a Firebolt in his hand, and then took out a Golden Snitch that had been burned to coal. No, a Black Snitch.

"Harry got the Golden Snitch and Gryffindor plus 150 points" Jordan roared excitedly, and the audience turned into a sea of ​​red, and the Slytherin snake roared uselessly.

Adrian just smiled in Harry's direction. He was sure Harry saw it, and then pointed to his office and motioned for him to go there tomorrow.

Harry was very excited, not because he won the game, but because he was about to find out about his mother.

ps: Finally, my hand is almost broken, this one has more than the others.

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