[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

"Draco Malfoy!"

Menacing, not far away, Professor McGonagall is running towards them.Draco turned pale with fright, and was able to descend steadily under Harry's guidance.

When they got off the broom, Professor McGonagall had already run to the sight, and even rushed over with Mrs. Hooch and all the students.

"How dare you—how dare—!" Professor McGonagall was speechless in anger, her glasses flashing with a cold light, "—how dare you do this, you will let him break his neck -"

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Hooch said, the scene just now was too fast, and only Professor McGonagall who was standing on the tower happened to see it.

"Rolanda." Professor McGonagall said, his tone softened a lot, "I have to say that you are negligent. Just now, Mr. Malfoy tried to knock Mr. Potter off with a broom!"

"What?" said Mrs. Hooch, looking at Slytherin incredulously, her voice sharp. "All my years at Hogwarts—never—"

"Draco didn't hit me, we were just playing," Harry said quickly.

"Really?" said Professor McGonagall, clearly not believing what Harry said.

"It's like this." Harry said, looking at Professor McGonagall, his green pupils seemed extremely sincere.

The students around didn't understand, looked around and whispered, trying to understand what happened.

Mrs. Hooch was very angry. "How dare you play like this!" she said, looking into Harry's and Draco's eyes. "I said earlier, don't try any dangerous moves. It seems that you didn't take Listen to me."

In Harry's impression, Rolanda Hooch is a strict and very notarized teacher, especially in Quidditch - but this does not mean that she is not gentle with students, in fact, this is Harry's first For the first time I saw the hearty Mrs. Hooch lower her face.She deducted twenty points each from Hufflepuff and Slytherin, and also gave them imprisonment.

Oh - confinement, this is Harry's second confinement in the short two months since school started.It can be said that even the Weasley twins are not as capable as him.

"Can you talk to us?"

"My sweet little Harry, we are fascinated by your talent!"

During dinner, the red-haired twins held him up one by one, and the news about the confinement of the savior Potter was like a swarm of flies with wings, but it spread all over the school in a short while.The twins were amazed at this, and they couldn't help sighing while admiring Harry's mischievousness: I think they were so good when they first entered school~ At most, they said that they took apart a few toilet seats~~

Fred's eyes rolled around, and he and George pulled Harry aside mysteriously.

"How about following us?"

"Little cutie you will like, go and explore the secrets of the castle in the unpredictable night!"

"For example, scare the couples who have a tryst at night, and disturb the portraits that enter the dreamland—maybe you want to—more difficult, to see the corridor on the fourth floor that makes us have the possibility of accidental death—"

"It's horrific, Fred! I like it though, brilliant note!"

"Give me some time!" A voice interrupted the twins' "abduction plan" between them. It was Hufflepuff's Quidditch captain holding a broomstick, sweating profusely but excited Look at Harry.Regardless of the twins' protests, Michael took Harry away. The tall Hufflepuff was so powerful, he grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him all the way to Dean Sprout in the teachers' lounge.

"Professor! Professor!" the Quidditch captain shouted excitedly as soon as he entered the door. big buddha.

"Is this your first time flying, Potter?" Michael said quickly, turning his head away.

"Yes--"

"He's such a genius! Professor!" Michael said excitedly. "I heard from the captain of Ravenclaw - they were training on the nearby grass field - that he perfectly avoided Mal Foo's charge, not only that, he adjusted his body and caught Malfoy who was about to fall in such a short period of time - I said he deserved it, right?"

The Quidditch captain quickly turned his head and said something to Harry. Now, Harry has discovered one of the captain's characteristics-this brown-haired Hufflepuff can always breathe, and he talks like Quick as scrambled beans.

"Professor, I think this is our chance, isn't it? Hufflepuff hasn't won the championship in 17 years! Besides, we've been last for five years!"

Professor Sprout's expression changed from confusion to surprise to doubt, "You're right—maybe we should try—I'm going to talk to Dumbledore and see if he can—"

"Bohannah." Professor McGonagall stopped her. "I don't think this is appropriate. Potter is only a first-year student after all."

"But, Professor McGonagall—"

"Michael," interrupted Professor Sprout. "Minerva, I think we can give Potter a chance. Although I don't know much about Quidditch, I can tell that Potter is a once-in-a-century flying genius."

"Tell me that I can't agree with you, Sprout," said Snape, and as he walked over, Furui's eyes scrutinized Harry's body. Not a reward. I think for a first-year student, joining the Quidditch team will undoubtedly make him confused, and it is obvious that our savior is omnipotent enough." Snape raised the corner of his mouth, Smirking, as if looking through Harry at his pompous, vain, show-off father.

"But..." Michael was still thinking about fighting for something, but unfortunately, he was undoubtedly doomed to fail in front of the two professors that Hogwarts least messed with.

Sprout shook her head, "It will be the same next year, Michael." She comforted Hufflepuff and patted Harry on the shoulder, "I look forward to your performance next year, Potter."

Michael seems to be holding on, in fact he has no intention of giving up.Until one day, when Harry was on his way from the lounge to the hall, the Quidditch captain told him that although he was not officially selected, it was consoling that at least he still played—as a substitute who could not play unless it was absolutely necessary, This was Michael's best effort.

So far, every Thursday night, Harry has added another activity, which is Quidditch training.

Harry was not with the team at the first training session, Michael dragged a big wooden box, followed by a handsome boy with brown hair and gray eyes.

Harry's impression of Cedric has been stuck in that dark night. When he was caught off guard, death froze this Hufflepuff's youthful face forever. His eyes lost all light, like an abandoned house. The windows of the house——to Harry, it was the bottomless abyss that appeared in countless nightmares...

Brilliant and kind, Cedric is not only elegant but also considerate.Many girls fall in love with this charming prince and think that Cedric is the most worthy man to trust for life.

This is a very good Hufflepuff, his life should not have ended so early...

"Let me introduce you, this is my newfound talent—I think you've heard of it, haven't you, Digory?" said Michael, and before he could answer, he turned to Harry, "He's our Seeker, Cedric Diggory, came today to help me train with you."

Michael opened the wooden box, and there were four small balls of different sizes inside.

"I suppose you have some basic knowledge of Quidditch?" he said.

Harry nodded.

"You know how to play, right?" Michael said, "Okay, let me introduce our team... As for you, you will be our Chaser, and you will be in Johns' class when he graduates next year."

He briefly talked about the situation in the Hufflepuff team. Harry was arranged as a chaser to focus on training. His superb skills and wonderful dodging seemed to Michael to be a very good chaser. The choice of hand - the current Quidditch captain does not know how terrible Harry's talent as a Seeker is.

In their opinion, the current Harry is good enough to fly!

"Diggory! Stop him - don't let him pass!" Michael yelled, and slammed the Quaffle at Harry again.Hearing this, the brown-haired Hufflepuff quickly drove the broom under him - his Nimbus 2000 was much better than Harry's Comet 260!But despite this, Cedric was still watching helplessly as Harry dodged his interception and flew towards the goal quickly - after he dodged the Quaffle attack, he accurately hit the Bludger in his arms Sent into a temporary circle created by magic.

"10 points! That's great!" Michael couldn't help cheering after Harry sent the ball into the goal for the third time. It has to be said that when Harry stepped on the broomstick for a moment, he seemed to be flying into the sky. Birds, everything is so natural, as if flying is his innate ability.

Michael didn't stop the training until it was completely dark.He praised Harry's performance-for the Savior's ability to score nine out of ten shots!With he and Cedric outflanking them to do so, Harry's amazing performance made them sigh.

"If only you could play." Michael said regretfully, "Then maybe our names will be engraved on this year's Quidditch Cup."

The Quidditch captain left first, and he had to return the borrowed Quidditch ball to Madam Hooch's office.Leaving Harry and Cedric walking towards the castle without saying a word.

"You're so unreasonable!" On the stone stairs leading to the hall, they accidentally ran into Ron and Hermione. The girl with shaggy hair crossed her arms, and she obviously didn't look good at accusing Ron.

"I'm just telling you, you shouldn't do that! The order of toad juice and ash snake eggs is wrong!"

"That's none of your business! You're not on my team!"

"I'm just reminding you not to blow up your cauldron, Professor Snape has written it clearly on the blackboard!" Hermione said angrily, he had lost patience with the red-haired Weasley.

"But it turns out that you didn't know where you were wrong—and I, I didn't need to." Hermione snorted, tossed her hair and turned away.

Harry didn't have time to call him Laventlaw's figure before he disappeared.

"What happened to Hermione?" he asked Ron.

"How do I know! It's unreasonable!" Ron said angrily, and after finishing speaking, he turned and left.

Leaving Harry and Cedric staring at each other, the brown-haired Hufflepuff shrugged, expressing that there was nothing he could do to help Harry's doubts.