[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

What is Quidditch?

If you ask a hundred people this question, you may not be able to get a hundred answers. After all, most people will answer this way.It is a ball game unique to wizards. The process is exciting, thrilling and full of passion. Its scale is unprecedentedly grand in the wizarding world. There is no other sporting event that can be compared with it... There is no doubt that the answer to this question is not a problem at all. No, on the contrary, the textbook-style standards are filled between the lines, but is this the only answer?

Of course not, not everyone thinks so.Compared with others, the small group of people who like this sport more, and even those who are willing to regard it as their life's career, may have a closer feeling to it.Most of them will regard it as a vital part of their lives, because this sport can inject endless vigor and vitality into their lives, and every score or assist score on the field is what they can best contribute to. Crazy results.For them, Quidditch might be called a passion.

However, the importance of Quidditch to Harry may be even more important than this. It should be an inseparable part of Harry's life. It can make Harry's soul tremble with excitement, and it can make those emerald-like eyes The eyes are brighter and brighter than the stars in the sky.Yes, Harry originally belonged to the sky.

That's why, when Chris announced the news that the school's Quidditch team had started freshman selection in such an excited tone, Harry's expression suddenly froze there, and he stared blankly at Chris, as if trying to distinguish the meaning in a sentence.Chris and Harry looked at each other for a moment, and then suddenly realized that as a young wizard from the Muggle world, Harry probably didn't know what Quidditch was.So Chris restrained the extremely excited expression on his face a little bit, and tried to introduce this sport to Harry: "It's like this, Quidditch is a ball game exclusive to the wizarding world..."

He couldn't finish the sentence, because Harry didn't need his explanation. With a blink of those emerald green eyes, Harry gave Chris a look so brilliant that even the sunshine at noon in July couldn't compare to it. smile.There are countless emotions in that smile that cannot be described in words, and the sincerity of the emotion makes everyone who sees it sink into longing, joy, and a warm pillow that is close to piety. "This is really the best news I've heard since the beginning of school. What do you think, Chris?" Harry gave his roommate a big hug, with a relaxed expression as if he had lifted the weight of a mountain: " Really, I miss that feeling."

Chris was stunned, Harry's strange reaction made him calm down a little bit, a trace of confusion flashed in his beautiful gray eyes, he hesitated for a moment, and asked softly: "What do you mean, Harry, did you know that Quidditch...was even involved?" Chris wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if Harry had been a wizarding child like him, but Harry wasn't.There's really no reason for a young Muggle-born wizard to know about the wizarding sport of Quidditch before entering Imofane, is there?

"I didn't grow up with Aunt Petunia from the beginning, when I was very young, about ten years ago... I still remember a little bit, I played with the imitation little broom model at that time..." Harry said As he spoke, his tone gradually dropped, his memory returned to that day long ago, no matter the previous life or the present life, it was the same drama.At that time, he was riding low on a small model broom and hovering around the house. His father laughed happily and stretched out his arms to protect him carefully to prevent him from falling suddenly. His mother stood beside him tenderly. Laughing, looking at him is like looking at the treasure of my life... At that time they were such a harmonious and warm family, Harry Potter was not the savior yet, but he had such a heroic father and father who loved him so much. Gentle mother.

"And then?" Chris saw that Harry didn't intend to continue, so he subconsciously interjected, and then began to regret it, wishing he had never said this sentence.You don't need to think about it, what else can separate a parent and child for ten years apart from death? "Sorry, Harry, I shouldn't..." Chris paused, lowered his head and didn't know what to say, then he felt a hand land on his shoulder and patted it lightly.

"It's okay, Chris, I can't blame you, you've thought enough." When Chris heard the sound and looked up, he saw Harry's faint smile. Compared with just now, he felt pale and weak People startled. "Chris, I'm sorry I can't tell you some things now, but you're so smart, you should have already guessed something, haven't you?" Harry stood up with a smile, and said with a bit of a sigh: "I believe , we will always be friends... let's go, since the trials are about to start, don't you think we should get in touch, I remember there is a public broom room behind the college building?"

Chris sighed lowly and stood up. He looked straight into Harry's eyes, his eyes were very sincere: "Yes, Harry, we will be friends forever." Will go back to asking Harry anything about his past.Harry felt that he was not an ordinary child. He had already realized this when he was in Valentine Elementary School, but at that time he didn't think there were any details, but now, it seems that they all point to something he Facts that shouldn't be touched, so he really, really doesn't need to know.Harry was Harry, his best friend since he was seven years old, as long as that remained the same, why ask for more?

Harry smiled, then walked outside with Chris in silence, the selection for the school Quidditch team was about to start, he had every reason to practice, as for anyone who was curious about him as a Muggle How did the little wizard know about Quidditch? Of course Chris told him.

Harry was in a trance along the way, until he saw the rows of brooms on the racks.Chris watched his roommate rush to the front of the shelf like the wind, caressing the broomstick fondly, and tiptoeing to try to remove the highest one, sighed with the corners of his mouth twitching, and silently went over to help.

"Why do you have to have this one? It doesn't look like anything special?" After tossing for a while, they finally took off the broom that Harry was looking forward to. Chris wiped the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, curious He looked the broom up and down. "Actually... there is no particular reason, I just like this." Harry blinked and replied in a low voice.Chris opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, he decided not to entangle Harry with this issue. As long as Harry likes it, he took a broom from the shelf and said, "Let's go!" Come on, let's go out and try."

Today's weather is very good, the autumn is crisp, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the sky is blue like a quiet lake.Harry took a deep breath, and the sky he dreamed of was in front of him, but he suddenly felt that his whole body was stiff. There was a word for it, and he was shy from being close to home. Harry felt that he was in such a state now . "Why are you in a daze, come up." Suddenly, a hand slapped Harry's shoulder heavily, and the young man who was still melancholy was stung in his throat with a frightened breath, and turned around abruptly.

Chris has already got on the broom, he doesn't fly very high, and if he descends a little bit, his toes can reach the ground. Seeing Harry turning his head, Chris curled up his mouth and smiled brightly: "Come and chase me." The words didn't finish , he was almost [-] degrees perpendicular to the ground and suddenly rose up, accelerated, accelerated, accelerated, and turned into a small black spot in the blink of an eye, almost disappearing from Harry's sight.Harry also laughed, and he jumped onto the broom with extraordinarily neat movements, kicked his toes lightly on the ground, and flew up after Chris.

There is wind, whistling in the ear, and there is a kind of moving, which penetrates through many barriers and fills the heart.

Harry smiled cheerfully. He was circling in circles in the sky like crazy. He didn't deliberately show off his skills, but just kept accelerating, as if he wanted to melt his whole body into the wind.I don't know how many laps it was, Harry swiped the broom and suddenly stopped in mid-air, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the distant horizon and smiled tenderly and gently.Voldemort thought he had finally had enough fun, and snorted coldly in his consciousness. Before the taunt came out, Harry followed the broom and rushed towards the ground at a [-]-degree angle. Hit a bump.

Voldemort was not calm anymore, he roared in Harry's consciousness: "Stop, Potter, stop now, are you crazy!" But Harry ignored him, and Harry was about to hit the ground Finally, he pulled up the front end of the broom forcefully, and the whole person almost slid out of the ground, and then rushed to the sky again in an instant.Harry really went crazy this time. All kinds of evasive moves that are difficult for professional Quidditch players were easily combined by him just by feeling, and the broom drew dazzling tracks in the air.He laughed loudly, changing direction with his mind, as if he wanted to release all the suppressed emotions during this flight.

Until someone finally stopped him.

Of course it wasn't Chris. Chris couldn't keep up with Harry's speed when he started to accelerate crazily. He went to another flying site halfway across the campus and asked senior seniors to come over to control his crazy roommate who didn't know what was going on. It didn't matter anything else, but he was really afraid that Harry would accidentally fall and break his neck. Not fun!

Now across from Harry on a broomstick was their academy's Quidditch captain, Alan Wilson.The tall blond youth followed Harry in the sky for at least 10 minutes, and now he was still lucky to stop him.Allen wiped the cold sweat off his forehead calmly. Chris was not the only one who was frightened. What Harry played just now was so thrilling that even he was covered in cold sweat. "Hi, Harry, I'm Alan Wilson, the Quidditch captain of the School of Physical Education. We just need a Seeker. Would you like to try?" He held out his hand to Harry with a gentle and sincere smile.

Harry was startled, coauthored that when he went crazy just now, did anyone else see it?He touched his nose in embarrassment, and when he turned his head, he saw the worried expression on the face of Chris who was rushing this way. It's really bad to always make others worry about something. He reviewed himself, Harry Still smiling, he held Alan's broad palm: "Of course, Senior Wilson, thank you very much for giving me this opportunity, and I will work hard."

Under the warm sunlight, Harry Lake's green eyes seemed to be flickering with flickering waves, Allen pursed his lips, and his eyes moved slightly.