Fox Demon: Heaven rewards diligence; I will eventually achieve divine mastery of martial arts.

As Professor McGonagall spoke, a look of approval appeared in her eyes.

"Professor, you flatter me. I was just doing what I was supposed to do."

Harry Potter smiled slightly and accepted Professor McGonagall's praise with composure.

"I heard you recently joined the academy's team?"

Then, Professor McGonagall changed the subject and spoke to Harry Potter.

"Yes, Professor, I thought getting the Quidditch Championship bonus was the easiest thing to do, so I joined the team."

"Win the championship?"

Professor McGonagall's expression was strange. "Mr. Potter, is this your first time playing Quidditch?"

"Yes professor."

"Then I have to remind you of something, that is, this is definitely not a simple matter, unlike football in the Muggle world. The longest Quidditch match lasted for three months."

"Professor, I know all of that."

"But nothing is impossible if you put your mind to it, isn't it?"

"And I'm quite confident about this aspect."

Quidditch isn't too difficult.

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow as she listened to Harry Potter's confident words.

"From what you're saying, Mr. Potter, it seems you have the ability to influence the game. Could this also be something you've already planned?"

"No, no, Professor McGonagall, I'm not that powerful enough to control everything."

"But I do have the ability to influence the game."

Harry Potter smiled, his brows radiating confidence.

"So, Mr. Porter, you're now the team's finder?"

When it comes to the ability to close out a game, the Seeker is the only position on a Quidditch team.

"No, my position on the team is batter."

"The batter? Forgive me for speaking frankly, Mr. Potter, but while the batter's position is important, I still find it hard to imagine what methods could be used to decide the outcome of a Quidditch match from that position."

Professor McGonagall shook her head, thinking it was just youthful arrogance.

The Seeker is often the one who truly decides a Quidditch match.

The Quidditch game won't end until the Golden Snitch is caught.

“Professor McGonagall, in traditional Quidditch, it is indeed as you say, that position is not as important as the Seeker.”

"However, this is the only time in the game that you can attack the opponent's position with a legitimate and reasonable excuse."

"Attack the opposing player?"

“Mr. Potter, what do you mean? The batter hits the ball, not the people. Those people are your classmates, not Death Eaters!”

Professor McGonagall raised her voice a few decibels. She thought Harry Potter habitually wanted to solve problems with violence, which was pretty much the case.

“Professor McGonagall, of course I know the rules of the game, so what I’m saying is a legitimate and reasonable excuse.”

"A batter needs to protect his own teammates from the wandering ball, while also hitting the wandering ball as far as possible at the opposing team's players. Am I right, Professor?"

"Yes, that's the batter's job."

Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, so it's okay if I hit the opponent with the ball, right?"

Harry Potter spread his hands and spoke with an air of self-righteousness.

Upon hearing his words, Professor McGonagall instinctively denied it.

"That's certainly not a problem, but it's almost impossible for you to do. The power of a moving ball is astonishing; without specialized training, hitting it is not an easy task."

As they were talking, Professor McGonagall suddenly thought of something.

That means Harry Potter is now the team's batter, which means his idea has been recognized and accepted within the team.

If that's the case, then the problems she just mentioned no longer exist.

In other words, the boy in front of them really does have the ability to do as he says.

It allows you to freely hit the ball at the opponent's players.

If this can be achieved, then without a doubt, the entire rhythm of the game will be rewritten.

Harry Potter will be a brighter presence on the field than the Seeker.

Professor McGonagall was astonished by the confidence and audacity of the young man before her.

"Since you're so confident, Mr. Potter, then I'll wait and see. I look forward to your performance at Qiushang."

"Okay, I definitely won't let you down, Professor."

Harry Potter nodded, knowing it was about time for him to leave.

Leaving Professor McGonagall's office, Harry Potter headed back towards the pitch.

Now that I've already made that bold statement, I need to train even harder.

At the very least, you need to increase your chances of accurately hitting the target.

. . . . . .

Cultivate, cultivate, study, rest.

After everything was on track, Harry Potter's life became peaceful and fulfilling.

The only difference is that his prestige in Gryffindor is now growing.

Now, when he walks around the school and encounters Gryffindor students, almost everyone will greet him.

Harry Potter's promise to lead Gryffindor to victory was no secret within their ranks.

The day after he finished speaking, after discussing some matters with the prefect.

The change began.

Slytherin's score plummeted, followed closely by Hufflepuff.

The fact that the prefects of the three colleges joined forces made it even more unusual.

Finally, it was confirmed that everything was the work of Harry Potter.

Such strategic planning is truly admirable and worthy of respect.

At least these trainees believed that they could not do that.

In this environment, Harry Potter's words were more effective than those of Percy, the prefect.

This led the George brothers to repeatedly ask Harry Potter to help them advertise and sell some trinkets.

If Harry Potter uses it, it will definitely spark a buying frenzy throughout Gryffindor.

Given the relationship between the two parties, it wouldn't have been a problem for him to help with ordinary things.

But what the two brothers wanted his help with was quick-acting skip-class candy.

After eating it, he felt like he had been poisoned and collapsed to the ground.

Not only does it damage the school's image, but it is also a prohibited item in schools.

Harry Potter didn't want Snape to find any opportunity to deduct points from him.

Snape has been in a bad mood ever since Slytherin started to give him a lesson, and every time he attends one of their classes, the other student makes things difficult for him.

Fortunately, Harry Potter wasn't entirely unprepared; he paid Hagrid to bring back a memory crystal ball.

This crystal ball can record images and play them repeatedly.

Harry Potter brought this with him when Snape was teaching.

In his words, he wanted to listen to the professor's lectures again after class in order to learn as much as possible.

Could Snape refuse such a studious student?

Especially since Harry Potter had already opened the memory crystal ball, he had no choice but to hold his nose and accept it.

But precisely because of this, he couldn't really make things difficult for Harry Potter in class.

Asking him about the knowledge in the back of the book can be considered as previewing.

If you go and ask someone about second or third grade material and can't answer, you'll lose points, which is not right.

Harry Potter, thanks to the memory crystal ball, was in his element in Snape's class.

This practice quickly made the memory crystal ball popular in Gryffindor, much to the envy of the George brothers.

Without Snape's interference, Gryffindor's grades continued to improve steadily.

Currently, they are far ahead of the other two graduate schools in terms of score.

Ravenclaw, on the other hand, firmly holds second place, acting like a roadblock, keeping all those who might threaten Gryffindor behind it.

Under these circumstances, the outcome is pretty clear.