Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 125 124. The First Steps of a Legendary Quidditch Player

To be honest, this was the fundamental reason why Harry agreed to join the Quidditch Club - to find an entertainment activity that could let him relax, and to enjoy the feeling of fierce confrontation without war.

The Ballycastle Bats are indeed worthy of their reputation. You know, in the previous intramural match at Hogwarts, when Harry got the Quaffle, no one could force him to drop the ball, but the Ballycastle Bats did it.

Not only did it give Harry enough pressure and competitiveness, allowing Harry to devote himself to the game and exert all his strength to win, but it also allowed the team to not lose its ability to fight back even when falling behind by a large margin, and the team caught up with the score.

By the time the Kenmare Kestrels had reached 330, the Ballycastle Bats had reached 240 - Harry couldn't keep getting the ball, even with the help of Ryan and Quigley.

The Ballycastle Bats had completely thrown away their contempt for Harry before the game started, and instead regarded him as a key target for defense. When the game reached this stage, the two batsmen of the team had stopped doing anything else and desperately hit the Bludgers at Harry, just to hinder any movement of his. They even specially assigned a Chaser to follow Harry, just to reduce the chances of Harry getting the ball.

Although it was somewhat embarrassing to use such a formation to target a child of only twelve years old, especially when no one was optimistic about this child before the game, the Ballycastle Bats could not care less at this time. As long as they could win, they didn't care about their face.

——Besides, is that really a twelve-year-old boy? !
If anyone now goes to the players of the Ballycastle Bats and repeats what was said before the game, they will definitely spit at him and let these people who are talking without any hesitation go up and fight themselves.

"It can be seen that Potter has put a lot of pressure on the Ballycastle Bats. They must - Oh! Look! This is the Parkinson's clamp tactic!!" Ludo suddenly screamed, "O'Connor and Flynn have approached Harry from both wings! Very fast! And Gallagher rushed towards Harry head-on! There is no doubt about it! This is the Parkinson's clamp tactic! Oh my God!!"

This is a tactic invented by early members of the Wigtown Rovers, the purpose of which is to force the opposing Chaser to give up the Quaffle or give up the charge - of course there is a more ruthless version, which is the one-for-one.

Speeding up again, and from the action of Gallagher lowering his body on the flying broom to protect his head and tighten his neck as much as possible, it can be seen that the plan of the Ballycastle Bats Team is already obvious.

Ludo was shouting, and the fans in the stands were also shouting, until they themselves couldn't even tell what they were shouting. Everyone stared with wide eyes at the figures facing each other in the sky.

At this moment, all those complicated shouting sounds were far away from Harry. The only things in his sight were O'Connor and Flynn who were trapping him on both sides, and his teammates, Quigley and Kelly who seemed to be roaring something and rushing towards him to rescue him - there was even a Bludger that was rushing towards him at a high speed, and another Bludger suddenly hit it from behind, making it faster and more powerful.

——And in the front, the figure with gritted teeth, bent over the broom, black robe fluttering, Gallagher.

The wind from the speeding broom stung the skin on Harry's face. He had held his breath, and at this moment he could clearly hear his heart beating violently in his chest. His blood was flowing like a roaring river, excited.

Boom, boom, boom.

As O'Connor, the shocked Chaser from the Ballycastle Bats, looked on, Harry moved - one arm holding the Quaffle to his side, the other hand gripping the broomstick to steady it - and suddenly he was standing.

All this happened in just a breath of time. When O'Connor finally realized what was happening in front of him, Harry had already stepped hard on the flying broom, and the whole person jumped forward out of thin air with this action! !
Harry's Nimbus 2000 sank suddenly due to the force, and then rushed forward at its previous speed - except for Gallagher who was crouching on his broom and rushing towards him.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. The people who passed by looked at Harry and Gallagher. Gallagher, who had been prepared for the collision, frowned, but did not wait for the strong impact. He subconsciously opened his eyes a little. He saw his companions who passed by him, saw the sky, and saw the figure jumping high...

Bang! !

It fell heavily back onto the body of the Nimbus 2000, and the weight caused the Nimbus 2000's forward momentum to sink a little, but under Harry's control, it stabilized its momentum and rushed towards the goal of the Ballycastle Bats! !
Bang! ! !

Ballycastle Bats goalkeeper Liam McKean stretched out his hand to block the ball, but his fingers could only reach the edge of Harry's robes as it flew past, and then there was the sound of the Quaffle hitting the frame of the goal and falling into it.

It was as if a bomb had dropped in the stands. Everyone went crazy, whether they were fans of the Kenmare Kestrel or even fans of the Ballycastle Bats. Everyone was shouting wildly. They had to do so. Only in this way could they release the excitement in their hearts.

Some people even ripped open their robes in excitement, making a big hole on their chest.

"——No one has ever!! No one has ever cracked the Parkin's Clamp tactics with such a move!!" Ludo yelled at the commentary desk. He had one foot on the table and roared with his legs crossed: "In the past few hundred years, the chasers were either forced to give up the Quaffle or were directly sent off the field because of this move! But now! Today! Harry Potter has shown us a new possibility - I would like to call this move the Potter Breakthrough!!!"

Riding on the broom, Harry excitedly waved at the people in the surrounding stands who were shouting his name, greeting them.

Frankly speaking, Harry thought Ludo's naming skills were really bad. Something like 'Potter's Breakthrough' didn't sound impressive at all. If Harry were to come up with the name himself, he thought it would at least be called 'Bull Catching Air' or something like that - but after hearing the waves of cheers and the excited crowd in the stands, Harry felt that it would probably be impossible for him to change the name of this move.

They were shouting the name 'Potter Breach'.

Flicking his broomstick towards the Kenmare Kestrel half, Harry suddenly waved as he passed Ballycastle Batsman Connolly Byrne.

"Played well."

Well, this was a sincere compliment. More than ten minutes ago, in order to snatch a Quaffle from Declan Flynn under heavy attack, Harry was hit on the shoulder by a Bludger shot by Bourne, and he almost fell off his broom. Calanthe O'Hare even nervously called a timeout for Harry and forced him to apply a thick layer of difficile to his injured shoulder.

Harry was quite helpless, it was just a minor injury and not even a bone was broken.

"...You too, you flew well," Cornelius Byrne sighed and waved his hand.

At this point, seeing the scores of the two teams displayed at the commentary desk, even the players of the Ballycastle Bats themselves probably realized the fact - they were bound to lose today's game, and the only thing they could do was to make the score not so ugly at the end.

By the time the Quaffle had lifted off for who knows how many times, the players of the Ballycastle Bats had become a little numb.

With their greatest obstruction, it was indeed very difficult for Harry Potter to score - but the problem is that no matter how difficult it was, he still scored!

After that sudden Parkin's clamp tactic, several members of the Kenmare Kestrel team kept a close eye on Harry to prevent their beloved Chaser from being replaced by another player or by multiple players.

It was not that they dominated the entire field, after all, the score of the Ballycastle Bats was constantly rising, and as long as Harry got the Quaffle, the Kenmare Kestrels would be equivalent to getting ten points - there were only two failures in the whole game.

As for the fans in the stands... for them, the nature of this game seemed to have changed unconsciously - rather than simply winning or losing a game, they now only felt that they seemed to have witnessed the birth of a legendary Quidditch player who would go down in the history of magic.

It was the first official game in the life of a legendary player, and they were the witnesses of Harry's rise, which was full of commemorative significance.

Twelve years old - if this age meant all kinds of pessimism and ridicule before the game started, then after this game, this age meant that Harry had a broader future and brighter prospects.

Almost every audience member locked their binoculars on Harry, watching the figure moving between the opponent and the Bludger like a golden snitch. This relatively thin chaser was redefining the tactical boundaries of professional Quidditch. When the score reached 470 to 300, the fans of the Kenmare Red Falcons in the audience began to sing "Dawn Hunter Song" a cappella. At first, only a few people sang, but before they knew it, everyone sang in unison.

And when Aidan Lynch, the seeker of the Kenmare Red Falcons, raised the Golden Snitch high in his hand, several people from the Ballycastle Bats suddenly felt that it was finally over - to be honest, today's game was more tiring than most of the games they had played before.

Everyone must squeeze out every last bit of their physical and mental strength and try their best to prevent the team from falling too far behind.

"Adding the 150 points for catching the Golden Snitch, the total is 620 points! 620 points vs 310 points!! The Kenmare Kestrel team wins the game!! The game is over!!!"

He pulled his coat in his hands and swung it above his head like a windmill. The veins on Ludo's hand holding the microphone were bulging as he roared fanatically.

"Today! We witnessed the birth of a legendary player! At the age of twelve, Potter became the top scorer of the entire game! Similarly, he is also the youngest player in the entire Quidditch League Cup! He is also the youngest top scorer!!" Ruhl also roared excitedly.

"That's right! A total of 320 points! Of the points scored by the Kenmare Red Falcons, a full 320 points were scored by Player Porter!! I must apologize to O'Hare for questioning his decision to let Player Porter serve as the main attacker before the game started!"

Ludo was already so excited that he was a little incoherent, at this moment he was extremely glad that he had come to serve as the commentator of this game today, because he was not only a commentator, but also the Deputy Director of the Department of Sports and Physical Education of the Ministry of Magic - with the strength that Harry had currently shown, this was definitely a political achievement.

Well, never mind what the Department of Magical Games and Sports did in Harry's upbringing, achievements are achievements.

The two people on the commentary desk were still chattering away, and the audience in the stands had no intention of leaving after the game. They were still waving their hands wildly and making all kinds of shouts.

The two teams have come together and the two captains shook hands again, but compared to the handshake before the game, this time it was much more normal.

"Although I know it's unlikely, I still have to ask this in order to avoid being complained by our coach - are you interested in coming to Ballycastle Bats? Harry, we can definitely give you better than Kenmare Kestrel Team," Liam McKean said as he bent down slightly and held Harry's hand.

"Hey, McKean?" Calant complained.

"Sorry, I have no intention of changing teams at the moment," Harry said with a shrug.

"Okay, I knew it." McKean let go of Harry's hand and said to Calant, "If you don't mind, can we have a few more training matches? I have to say that ordinary teams can't keep up with your pace - for example, the Charlie Cannon Team, which has no training effect at all."

"Of course, no problem," said Calant with a smile, "but we have to wait for a while at least... Well, I think they just want to celebrate now."

"Keep in touch" Without saying anything else, McKean left with his players.

"Come on, Harry, you can be a Quidditch superstar."

"Yeah, maybe he can dominate the entire Quidditch event for more than ten years—"

"We'll call you the King of Quidditch then, haha."

"..."

After the game, the Ballycastle Bats were quite friendly, and before leaving with their captain, they took the initiative to shake hands with Harry one by one, leaving behind good wishes.

"Surprised?" Aidan Lynch bumped Harry with his shoulder and said with a smile, "Because of their attitude?"

"Hmm... a little bit," Harry thought for a moment and said, "Compared to them on the field, the Ballycastle Bats were much friendlier just now."

"Games are games, and life is life, Harry." Putting his arm around Harry's shoulders, Aidan Lynch happily imparted his experience. "Club games are our jobs, so during games we should try our best to defeat the opponent, as long as there are no fouls... or no one dies. But when the game is over, there is no hatred between us."

"Not only is there no hatred, Quidditch clubs sometimes exchange players, and players can also change clubs themselves," explained Tegyi Ryan. "Maybe after a game, everyone suddenly becomes teammates, so no one will make enemies everywhere."

A few people walked towards the lounge while chatting, waving and whistling to the audience in the stands from time to time.

"Except the Holyhead Harpies and the Heidelberg Hounds," said Quigley Kelly, laughing, and his words also brought laughter.

"What's wrong with these two teams?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's a long time ago," Ronan Caesar said, trying not to laugh. "It's been almost forty years, right?"

"That was in 1953. I remember it very clearly," Aidan Lynch said with a smile. "The Holyhead Harpies were the only team in the world made up entirely of female wizards. The match in 1953 lasted for seven days, and in the end the Holyhead Harpies won."

"But that's not the point, Harry," Ronan Caesar said with a laugh. "The point is that at the end of the game, Brand, the captain of the Heidelberg Hounds, jumped off his broom, got down on one knee in front of Morgan from the Holyhead Harpies and proposed to her."

"Seven days of fighting and proposing," Harry guessed, "He succeeded? That's why it's so classic?"

"Classic?" Aidan Lynch thought for a moment and said, "If being funny can be considered a classic, then it is indeed a classic - Morgan hit Brand with her broom and gave him a concussion on the spot."

Harry: "..."

What to say?

The whole thing fits very well with his overall impression of wizards, mysterious and chaotic.

"So the feud between these two teams has continued until today," said Calant, shrugging his shoulders. "As for other teams, there is generally no such feud. As long as conditions permit, everyone will arrange a training match - a quality opponent is still very important."

"Yes, the Ballycastle Bats are indeed strong," Aidan Lynch said with a smile, "Well, as usual, in the World Cup two years later, maybe the Ministry of Magic will select a few players from us and them... or some other British club to form a team."

(End of this chapter)