Chapter 34 The Magic Stone, and the Map’s Secret Room
That afternoon, news spread throughout the school that Harry had made an exception and entered the college Quidditch team.
Even the ghosts floating around are talking about it, let alone other students.
"Seeker?" Ron said in shock, forgetting to put the pie in his mouth, "but first-year students never - you must be the youngest player on the house team in many years."
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"It's been a century." Harry replied with a smile, not forgetting to add: "Wood told me."
During the six years since he last entered school, let alone participating in Quidditch, he could not even watch intramural games.
I heard that it was because a student fell off a broom a few years ago, so Principal Black took this opportunity to suspend Quidditch in the school.
For this, not only the classmates scolded him privately, but even the ghosts were cricketing behind his back, and even made up a song to "sing" Principal Black's "great achievements."
Ron nodded in understanding. After all, this good friend didn't just catch the ball - he also held a heavy Malfoy in his hand.
"I'll start training next week." Harry picked up the juice cup and clinked it with Ron: "By the way, did Malfoy say anything after I left?"
"Malfoy called Hermione a Mudblood, but Hermione cleaned her mouth, just like you." Ron replied with a beaming look.
At this moment, Fred and George Weasley walked into the dining room. As soon as they saw Harry, they walked over quickly.
"Well done, Harry," George whispered, "Wood told us that we are also on the academy team - batsmen, and our role is to protect you from being beaten too badly."
"Let me tell you, we are definitely going to win the Quidditch Cup this year." Fred said, "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year, our team will definitely show off its glory. You must be great. When Harry Wood told us about this, he was so excited that he was almost incoherent - in Quidditch, he is as strict as a trumpet Professor McGonagall, and we are willing to trust his judgment."
"We have to go, though. Lee Jordan thinks he's discovered a new secret passage that leads outside the school."
George also quickly answered: "I guess it's the passage behind the statue of Gregory the Toady. We discovered it the first week we entered the school-goodbye."
"To be honest." Harry said to Ron after the twins left: "I've known them both for so long, and I still can't tell who is Fred and who is George..."
"Honestly, I can't tell the difference either," Ron said, spreading his hands.
Hermione also sat over at this time, holding a thick old book in her arms, which seemed to be almost as big as her upper body.
"Oh my god, what is this?" Ron asked in shock.
"After-dinner entertainment." Hermione slammed the book on the table.
"You call this a pastime?" Ron asked dryly.
Hermione gave him a stern look, and Ron shut his mouth knowingly.
"To be honest," Ron turned his head and glanced at Draco, who was chatting and laughing with Crabbe and Goyle: "The flying lesson is not deep enough. I think Malfoy should be taught a good lesson."
Hearing the name Malfoy, Harry's originally good mood suddenly turned sour.
If Cassandra knew that there was such a bastard in her family, she would probably have to cast an Unforgivable Curse on his face right then and there, right?
Thinking like this, his mood worsened, and his mind was filled with thoughts about the secret room on the map that couldn't be entered.
He dared to conclude that there must be clues in the secret room of the map. It's just that he is only eleven years old now. Is it possible that he has to wait four years to awaken the ancient magic at the age of fifteen before he can enter the secret room of the map?
"Look." Ron picked up the newspaper nearby: "The Daily Prophet is still publishing the statement of the goblins of Gringotts. They still claim that Gringotts is the safest place."
Gringotts?
Harry immediately recalled that when he accompanied Hagrid to get the small cloth bag, it clearly exuded the aura of ancient magic.
His intuition at the time told him that as long as he had the help of that thing, the age limit of ancient magic would no longer be a problem.
But...
Harry was still a little confused. After all, it belonged to the principal and seemed very precious. How could he convince the principal to let him borrow it?
Early the next morning, when Harry and Ron entered the Great Hall and sat at the table, the owl messengers flew in not long after.
Harry noticed four or five owls, holding a slender package under their talons, hovering in the air for a while, and landed right in front of him.
"Ah, my chicken legs!" Ron exclaimed sadly, and the package knocked his chicken legs to the ground.
Then he was attracted to the package.
"What the hell is this?"
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"Brother, help me unpack the package and let me read this letter." Harry said to Ron.
After that, he opened the letter.
"Don't open the package on the table. It contains your latest broomstick - Nimbus 2000. I don't want everyone to know that you have a new broom, lest they all want it."
"Oliver Wood will be waiting for you on the Quidditch pitch at seven o'clock tonight to give you your first training lesson. Professor Minerva McGonagall"
Harry put down the letter in his hand and tried to stop Ron from opening the package, but it was already too late.
Ron had already unpacked the broom, revealing the brand new Nimbus 2000 inside.
"Wow, buddy!" Ron exclaimed in surprise: "This is Nimbus 2000, did you buy it new?"
Beside him, Wood opened his mouth, his face full of envy.
Of course, Wood guessed that it was a gift from Professor McGonagall, but he couldn't say anything. After all, Harry was not only a seeker who needed speed and higher requirements for broom performance, but his family conditions were not very good either.
But that doesn't stop him from being envious, he is really envious! Harry is only in first grade, which means he can play with Nimbus 2000 for at least seven years! ! !
"Remember to come to me for training tonight," Wood calmed down. After all, he was also a fifth-year student and would never be jealous of a first-year child. "Professor McGonagall has told me to train you urgently." Fortunately, we defeated Slytherin in the next game - she told you that after losing to Slytherin by a big score last year, she walked away from Professor Snape for a long time. "< br>
"I will." Harry nodded seriously.
If I were to say what I longed for most during the six years at Hogwarts, it was Quidditch, which was banned by Principal Black.
Blake, you have done all the bad things!
(End of chapter)