Everyday Players at Hogwarts

At 3 o'clock, after the flying class, Madam Hooch mysteriously disappeared with Harry.

Harry didn't return to the lounge until almost dinner time.

In the hall, while people from other colleges were discussing Dudley crushing the flying broom, the students of Ravenclaw were surrounding Harry who had just returned.

"Are you kidding?" Ron said in surprise.

"If it's true, then you are the youngest player on the college team in a century." Hermione said meticulously.

"I was originally recommended to Professor Flitwick to be a substitute and participate in the collective training of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team."

"But it just so happens that Captain Johnny is a seeker, and he is now a seventh-year student and will graduate this year, so he has no energy to participate in training. Although we (hey, Harry is so quick to us, Ron said) spend most of our time designing tactics, we can't just not train."

"So according to Roger, who is now the real manager of the team, why not let me try the seeker directly."

"He said that my body is light and agile, and I am a natural seeker. He even asked me to dive thirty feet on the spot and reach out to catch the golf ball he threw."

"In the end, Professor Flitwick had to agree and said that he would talk to Professor Dumbledore." Harry said lightly.

"What? Thirty feet! Dive! Harry, this is not something that ordinary people can do." The arrogant Anthony finally bowed and said admiringly.

"But what about the broom?" The dark-skinned Michael interrupted.

"Yes, first-year students can't use brooms." Hermione reminded.

"Professor Flitwick told me to order it directly through Owl Mail, so I bought a Nimbus 2000." Harry's expression was a little painful - the gold galleons spent on buying a Nimbus 2000.

"Roger Davis also wanted me to buy the Crosssweep Seven Stars, saying that the Nimbus and the like were just plagiarism and rubbish!"

"But Captain Johnny stopped him with data. Now the Nimbus 2000 is the fastest broom. As a seeker, my flying broom must be fast and stable; instead of being stable like the Crosssweep, such a broom is more suitable for chasers, hitters, and goalkeepers."

"Captain Johnny originally wanted to lend me his Crosssweep Six Stars this semester, but seeing that I can buy a Nimbus 2000, forget it." Harry said.

"2000 Nimbus! Harry, it's so expensive!" Ron said tremblingly, "When you get it, lend it to me to play with!"

"Ron, Harry, that's a special case, but you're still a first-year, you can't--" Hermione said, but she was interrupted by Ron before she finished speaking, "Hermione, it's just that first-year students can't bring brooms, right? Can't I use it in my flying class? Haha, this is the wisdom of Ravenclaw!"

At this time, two senior students walked into the dining hall. They were the two who said that Roger was just a junior and Nimbus was the best wizard.

As soon as they saw Harry, they walked over quickly.

"Oh, it's you. Don't think that we will accept you just because you said bad things about Roger with us." One of the tall wizards with a butt chin said, and Harry was confused. Why did he ask himself why Roger hosted the Quidditch symposium, which was equivalent to saying bad things about him.

"Second-year, I haven't spoken yet! You must be Harry Potter, even though you are only a first-year, but you are Harry Potter, I hope you can live up to my expectations." Another sturdy and honest blond wizard said, "Roger has already told us, I am Henry, Phoenix who just spoke, we are also on the student team - we are the other two chasers besides Roger."

"Let me tell you, we must win the Quidditch Cup this year." Phoenix with a chin said, "We have never won it, but this year is different, I am here!"

"Let's go, second-year, how can you compare with Harry Potter!" The sturdy and honest Henry pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

Then, the two of them left without looking back.

"Harry, why do I feel that our Ravenclaw team is not very reliable, and there are internal struggles. They said a lot of bad things about Roger before."

"How can such a team win?" Ron worried for Harry.

"Yes, but fortunately, the one named Henry obviously looks down on the lower grades, but he makes an exception for me." Harry said thankfully.

"Yes, you are Harry Potter. If anyone makes trouble for you, I, Anthony, will be the first to be dissatisfied!" Anthony suddenly interrupted. He was now impressed by Harry. If someone slandered Harry, he might rush faster than Ron.

"By the way, Harry, do we need to keep it secret?" asked the brown-skinned Terry.

"No, I think everyone knows it." Harry said helplessly. Lavender Brown at the Gryffindor table nodded with his ears tilted.

Next, Harry hurried back to the lounge to prevent the impact of this matter from fermenting.

Harry's choice was wise. Harry Potter, a boy who was already a topic, became even more popular in Hogwarts after being published twice in newspapers and knocking down professors twice.

What's more, now he has become the youngest contestant of this century.

Sure enough, just one minute after Harry left his seat, Ryan's right hand side, Harry's original position, was surrounded by a large group of spectators.

Among them was Wood, the guy who came to spy on military intelligence.

"Moon Phantom!" A spirit that cannot be seen below lv7 emerged from behind Ryan. He was surrounded by stars and his face was hidden under a glittering hood.

As Ryan silently chanted in his heart, the spirit urged his ability, and the little wizards around him immediately remembered their important things as if they were under a confusion spell.

Good guy, Ryan suddenly found that he was like a stand messenger.

If converted into a stand, it would be a five-A panel. The ability is the same as Dio's Heavenly Creation, which is to rewrite reality, but it mainly consumes magic power and is not limited to both hands.

"Well, using your own avatar to rewrite reality is no different from a spell." Ryan was speechless.

That's right, the wizard's spell itself is a reduced version of the power to rewrite reality. Every spell has the potential to rewrite reality. In this way, the ability of his stand is only at the level of spell lv7.

It allows Ryan to use divine power before he is a god.

It is also a foreign land, the kingdom of God.

"In the seventh Harry Potter book, the world you enter after death is the kingdom of the god of death. I'm really curious."

"Oh, I almost forgot. We have to go to Atlantis, the underwater city, tomorrow. Next, let Harry, who is still complacent about becoming a seeker, open his eyes." Ryan touched his chin, split into a body, and disappeared on the spot.