Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

After seeing Professor McGonagall squeeze Harry's arm, Wood reached out and squeezed Harry's arm as well.

After feeling the solid muscles hidden under Harry's robes, Wood smiled in a very British way.

"With such strong muscles, he is indeed a good candidate for a Chaser. This way, we can let Arya be the Seeker. She was the substitute for this position last year anyway."

Wood's expression now was as if all his dreams had suddenly become reality.

"Ever seen a Quidditch match, Potter?" he asked excitedly.

"Wood is the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team," Professor McGonagall explained.

"He's got the perfect size to penetrate," Wood said, circling Harry to look him over.

"Light... agile... but strong. He can be an assassin on the court. We must get him a decent broom, Professor... I think we should get a Nimbus 2000 or a Sweeping Seven."

broom?

Harry raised his hand when he heard the key words.

"Professor, could you please explain to me what Quidditch is?"

When Wood heard Harry's question, the expression on his face was as if Harry had not just asked what Quidditch was.

It's like asking what Britain is, or what fish and chips are.

"Harry used to live in the Muggle world, so he probably doesn't know Quidditch."

After hearing Professor McGonagall's explanation, the surprised expression on Wood's face eased a little.

Wood then began to explain to Harry what Quidditch was and why it was the greatest sport in the world.

Although Wood's introduction was enthusiastic.

But Harry soon discovered from Wood's introduction what he didn't like about the sport.

First of all, to play Quidditch you have to ride a broom.

And the broom was by far Harry's most hated form of transportation.

Secondly, the rules of Quidditch are not fair at all. The position of Seeker can directly determine the outcome of the game.

In a team sport, a position that does not require coordination with other players is given the importance of determining the outcome of the game.

Harry felt that Quidditch would be one of the sports that he was least interested in, second only to dancing.

So after Wood finished explaining what Quidditch was, Harry looked at Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, can I refuse? I have no interest in Quidditch."

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, as if what Harry had just said was not that he didn't want to play Quidditch, but 'I am Voldemort'.

"Harry, why?"

"Um... I don't really like riding a broom, and I have to be in detention every night this semester. I think this will affect the team's training, right?"

Hearing Harry's words, the expression on Professor McGonagall's face visibly twisted.

"Potter, are you threatening me?"

Professor McGonagall's words made Harry stunned for a moment.

"How could that be, Professor? I'm just pointing out the objective facts, and I really don't like Quidditch."

Hearing Harry's words, Professor McGonagall's expression became even more distorted, as if she had just had her wisdom teeth extracted without anesthesia.

"One month, Potter."

"professor?"

"I will go to the headmaster and exempt you from one month's detention, provided that Gryffindor wins Quidditch this year, Mr. Potter."

046 Past Honor

Harry never expected that Professor McGonagall, who looked so serious and as if she was the law incarnate, would say such a thing.

So much so that Harry was stunned for a long time after hearing Professor McGonagall's words, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Until Harry was sure that he had heard it correctly, Professor McGonagall meant that if he joined the Quidditch team, he would be able to reduce his detention time.

After confirming that there was no problem with his hearing, Harry took a deep breath.

"Professor, I don't think it's right for you to do this."

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall, as if at this moment Harry was no longer an ordinary student of Hogwarts, but the paladin who brought down judgment in the name of justice and revenge.

"Principal Dumbledore sentenced me to a semester of detention, which was a very fair decision. I attacked those innocent ghosts, and this is the punishment I deserve. If you reduce my punishment just because you want me to play Quidditch, it would not only be unfair to those ghosts, but also to the students who were detained with me."

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall, whose face was gradually showing a trace of shame, and told her his final decision.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I can't accept your offer, either to join the Quidditch team or to subtract a month's detention."

"I'm going back to class now, Dean."

After bowing slightly to Professor McGonagall, Harry just turned around and was about to leave when Wood grabbed Harry's arm.

"Feel sorry!"

When Harry turned around and looked at Wood, the older boy quickly let go of Harry's arm as if he had been electrocuted.

"Regarding the Quidditch matter, can you think about it again? Our school has not won the house cup for four consecutive years since Charlie Weasley left..."

Wood had a wry smile on his face.

"We can't even get seven players this year. If we do that, we will create the first record in the thousand years since Hogwarts was founded that we can't even get a team from all the houses."

Looking at Wood's sincere face, Harry's attitude softened a little.

"Please, even though you don't like Quidditch, it's really important for Gryffindor House."

"Potter."

While Harry was hesitating, Professor McGonagall suddenly spoke.

"I'm sorry for saying that just now, but I think you should know that your father, James, was once a member of the Gryffindor team. He won the Quidditch trophy for the team and is also known as one of the best chasers in Gryffindor history."

Hearing Professor McGonagall say this, Harry showed a bitter smile on his face.

What paladin could refuse honor, especially the honor of his fathers?

"Professor, you should have said that earlier."

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall.

"But as I recall, first years aren't allowed to join the Quidditch team?"

When Professor McGonagall heard what Harry said, the expression on her face was like a cat hearing the sound of a can being opened, running to its bowl, only to find that its bowl was empty.

"Theoretically, you can't join the Quidditch team."

Just before Harry's expression turned serious and he was about to say no again.

Professor McGonagall said quickly.

"But school rules do not prohibit freshmen from being substitutes for the team. Last year, Alia Spinnett was a substitute for the team. She was also a freshman at that time."

"Ah."

Harry nodded, since the school rules did not prohibit it.

Things had come to this point, so Harry naturally couldn't say no.

But before agreeing, Harry had one last problem to solve.

"Professor McGonagall, are modifications to brooms allowed during Quidditch matches?"

"Potter, what do you want to do?"

Looking at Professor McGonagall, who was full of question marks, and Wood, Harry gestured to explain his brilliant idea.

Add a saddle to your broomstick.

After listening to Harry's thoughts, Professor McGonagall and Wood both had expressions that said, "Although I didn't understand what they were saying, I was greatly shocked."

"Harry, when you were riding your broom before, didn't you feel an invisible cushion under you?"

After Professor McGonagall finished her accusation, she asked Harry that it was inhumane for a broomstick to not have a saddle.

"what?"

Looking at Professor McGonagall and Wood beside him, Harry was confused and had a face full of question marks.

"Should this thing have an invisible pad?"

Looking at the surprised Harry, Professor McGonagall and Wood looked at each other.

"It seems that the school's broom really needs to be replaced."

Professor McGonagall said, looking at Harry seriously.

"Ever since Elio Smeth invented the Shock Absorbing Charm in 1820, riding on a broomstick has felt like sitting on a cushion."

"Then I..."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"You may have been handed a broomstick on which the dampening charm just happened to fail, Potter."

After hearing what Professor McGonagall said, Harry felt mixed emotions.

Not only did he happen to pick a broom with the shock-absorbing charm broken, the flying broom saddle that he had expected to make a small profit from now seemed to be stillborn.

Professor McGonagall said as Harry was feeling upset about missing a business opportunity.

"Potter, since you don't want to accept special treatment, then you can start participating in Quidditch training on Saturday. I think Wood should be able to make it happen?"

"Okay Professor, I'll take care of that. I can't wait to see the surprised looks on this year's Slytherin's faces."

Wood nodded to Professor McGonagall.

"Well, if there are no further questions, you should go back to class now."

Professor McGonagall walked to the classroom door and opened it.

There was still a little while left for the flying lesson to end when Harry returned to the lawn in front of the gate.

However, because of what had just happened, Madam Hooch didn't dare let Hermione pick out a new broom.