A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

What you just did is tantamount to tarnishing the family's reputation. Although Draco throwing Neville's memory ball was insignificant, what if Draco were made the heir of the Malfoy family?

Those who know the truth will think it's a prank, while those who don't will think you're bullying others!

Oh, right, I remember the Longbottom family was also one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Houses.

“I…” Malfoy paused for a moment, then fell silent. He had never thought about these things before.

For the first time, Draco, who had always been pampered, experienced the other things that fame brought him: pressure.

Thinking of this, Malfoy suddenly became a little uneasy. "I understand. I won't do these things again."

"Good to know." Aaron was quite satisfied with his bluff, but it couldn't really be called a bluff. Pure-blood families should indeed defend their family's honor, there was nothing wrong with that.

Meanwhile, Harry was led by Professor McGonagall to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

“Wait here,” Professor McGonagall said to Harry, then went inside.

"Professor Quirrell, excuse me, may I speak with Wood for a moment?"

Professor Quirrell, who was lecturing to his students while holding a large chameleon, suddenly trembled. After understanding, he immediately nodded, "Okay, okay, of course."

An older boy, wearing a wizard's robe with the Gryffindor crest pinned to his side, followed Professor McGonagall out of the classroom.

Professor McGonagall led him to Harry Potter and explained, "Potter, this is Oliver Wood."

Wood, I've found you a Seeker.

"What the heck?" Harry Potter was completely bewildered. Wasn't he supposed to be punished? How did he suddenly become the Seeker?

Also, is it really appropriate to appoint someone who doesn't even know what a Seeker is as the Seeker?

However, seeing Professor McGonagall and Wood's excited faces, he wisely refrained from revealing his true feelings.

......

Harry Potter's appointment as the Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team was hardly a secret; by evening, the whole school knew.

Logically, first-year students are not eligible to participate in Quidditch matches, but this is no big deal for Professor McGonagall, the Gryffindor headmaster who is extremely passionate about Quidditch.

She went straight to Dumbledore and easily got him to make an exception.

This might be because Dumbledore also graduated from Gryffindor, and Gryffindor hasn't won the House Cup in a long time. A Quidditch champion can really boost a school's score!

After dinner, Ron and Harry walked down the hallway, both looking particularly excited.

"Lookout? The college team has never accepted a freshman."

You must be the youngest player.

"Yes, and the youngest in a century, Professor McGonagall said. She asked me to attend training next week."

The twin brothers, George and Fred, appeared behind the two of them without them noticing. One of them excitedly said, "Great, Harry, Wood told us."

“Fred and George are also on the team; they’re batters,” Ron explained.

Another twin brother said, "Our job is to make sure you don't get beaten up."

But nothing can be alright; Quidditch is savage.

"It's brutal, but no one has ever died. Occasionally, someone would disappear after the game, but then reappear a month or two later."

Upon hearing this, Harry's expression changed slightly. He had no idea that this sport, loved by almost all wizards, carried such great risks. Was it too late to quit now?

It's probably too late! After all, the news has spread like wildfire and everyone knows about it. If they were to withdraw from the team, it would be like losing all face.

Ron noticed the expression on Harry's face and urged, "Go for it, Harry! Quidditch is awesome, it's the most exciting game, and you're the best."

“But I’ve never played Quidditch before. What if I make a fool of myself?” Harry said worriedly.

Hermione, who was reading a book, walked over and laughed, "You're not going to make a fool of yourself! You've inherited that talent."

As she spoke, she led the two to the Gryffindor Quidditch monument, where the name of James Potter, Harry Potter's father, was engraved, and he served as the Seeker on the house team.

Chapter 24: A Fight in the Arena? Snape's Just Making Empty Promises

Severus Snape's studio.

Aaron didn't know why he had called him over, and why he had been waiting for almost twenty minutes.

However, as expected of a master of potions, the shelves in his room were filled with glass bottles and jars, and most of the rare potion ingredients that were scarce on the market could be found here.

Not only materials, but also a number of finished potions are available here.

"Oh dear! Professor Snape has left his things out in such obvious places; he's bound to get robbed someday."

"If I can get these things out of the school, they'll definitely fetch tens of thousands of Galleons, enough to live a carefree life for three to five years," Aaron muttered to himself.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. A long shadow was cast on the wall. Judging from the style of the robe and the hair draped over his ears, it was not hard to guess who it was.

"Hehe! Teacher, I'm just telling the truth. Don't you have any traps here?"

"Stop being so cheeky." Snape glared at him and sat down at his desk. "Do you know why I called you here?"

"How would I know?" Aaron said speechlessly. If he knew, why would he have come?

"You know Harry Potter became Gryffindor's Seeker, right?"

"I know! It's all over Hogwarts, but what does it have to do with me?"

"I want you to be the Seeker for the Slytherin team."

“I refuse!” Aaron said immediately, his tone particularly firm.

Going out to play a match? What a joke! Such a show-off in front of everyone should belong to the savior Harry Potter; he has no interest in that.

Moreover, Quidditch matches are inherently dangerous. If he accidentally hurts a student, he'll likely have to pay a large sum in medical expenses.

What might be seen as an opportunity to showcase oneself or an honor by others, he viewed as a thankless and exhausting task.

"Why? You have this talent." Snape was somewhat surprised, because almost no student disliked Quidditch, and he was sure that he could pick any freshman and no one would refuse.

But what he didn't expect was that Aaron was one of the few students who wasn't interested in Quidditch. Letting him watch the game was fine, but letting him play it? Ha!

"I simply don't want to participate. What if I lose the competition because of me?"

If you really want a Seeker, I think Draco Malfoy would be perfect. He'd absolutely love to face Harry openly.

"Really? He's the one who recommended you to me."

"Want to know why? He said he wasn't confident he could catch a cat on a darting flying broomstick." Snape sneered, then glanced at Abe with interest. "Besides, your cat gives me a very different feeling, a very different feeling. Just being near it gives me a warm feeling."

Abe shrank back, and Aaron immediately hugged it. "An illusion, this is definitely an illusion."

"Hmph! You know better than I whether it's just my imagination." Snape sat up straight. "Right now, you're the most suitable."

"Heh!" Aaron curled his lip in disdain. "Professor Snape, I respect you very much, extremely much."

But if you don't like Harry Potter, there's no need to drag me out and fight him!

Furthermore, I feel this is particularly unfair to Slytherin's original Seekers. We Slytherin also have principles; we can't disregard the students' feelings just because of the Headmaster's personal emotions.

"Don't worry about that. I've spoken with Terence about it, and he'll cooperate fully."

"As long as you can prove he's strong, that's enough. It concerns Slytherin's honor, and he won't refuse to give up the Seeker position."

Aaron paused for a moment, realizing that this Terence must be Slytherin's Seeker.

"Professor, you are really tall!"

However, the student I'm referring to when I say "student's feelings" is actually me. You can't force a student to participate in a Quidditch match they don't want to participate in!

“Hey! How can you call that coercion!” Snape said calmly. “I just gave you a chance to gain honor; that should be called favoritism!”

Aaron: ......

This kind of favoritism is for whoever wants it; I don't want it.

Isn't the goal to prove he's better than the original Seeker? We'll go easy on him a little, and I bet he'll still make the college team.

Snape clearly sensed Aaron's thoughts and said calmly, "That's settled then. Do your best!"

Otherwise, I think it's necessary to remind the principal that pets should be prohibited in such sacred places as classrooms.

“You…” Aaron gave a wry smile, “Professor Snape, it can’t be that bad!”

Even if Harry is talented, he's only a first-year student and might not be able to beat Terence.

"How could it not be that bad?"

I don't know Harry Potter's level, but I do know Professor McGonagall. If Harry Potter wasn't capable enough, McGonagall wouldn't have chosen him as the Seeker.

She broke the rules first, so why can't I change my strategy at the last minute?

"I want to prove that Slytherin students are better than Gryffindor students. Slytherin has Harry Potter among its freshmen, and I have Aaron Gaius among mine."

Aaron raised an eyebrow, surprised that Snape had such high expectations of him.

"Actually, it's not that I can't be a Seeker, but what are the benefits?"

Snape crossed his arms and looked quietly at Aaron, saying in a deep voice, "Quidditch scores will count towards the House Cup, which will make the championship even more prestigious, and you will be respected by all Slytherin students."

Aaron's lips twitched. What was the difference between this and getting something for nothing?

Although he did have a mission related to the House Cup, Snape didn't know that!

You think you can make him work for nothing without him expending some money? Dream on.

"Professor, can we have some tangible reward?"

"Your tricks for fooling kids stopped working when I was three, and besides, I'm a pretty materialistic person." Aaron said, glancing at the finished potions on the shelf, his meaning clear.

Snape's lips twitched slightly as he stood up, blocking his view. "I'm rather curious. You're the heir to the Gaius family, which is no less prestigious than the Malfoys. Shouldn't you have whatever you want?"

"That's true, but I don't want to trouble my family with everything after I start school," Aaron said somewhat insincerely. After all, he didn't want to, but no one knew what the reality would be.

If I encounter problems that I can't solve on my own in the future, I'll probably have to ask my family for help.

Then he suddenly thought of Voldemort's remnant soul in the mission, and his gaze toward Snape became more scrutinizing.

To become the head of Slytherin House, one must be quite capable. Defeating a remnant soul shouldn't be a problem. If I could get his help, I could easily get a thousand magic points.

For some reason, Snape suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and asked coldly, "What are you thinking about?"

"I wasn't thinking about anything."

If you promise to help me unconditionally once before the end of this academic year, I will agree to join the college team.