Marvel: I'm Hermione, from Hogwarts!

"Yes, cheer up, good job!" a group of Gryffindors echoed.

Seeing Harry chasing him, Malfoy turned and flew away.

It has to be said that Harry's talent for riding a broomstick is really amazing, and he soon caught up with Malfoy.

Seeing this, Malfoy was not panicked, but instead a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He threw the memory ball directly towards Professor McGonagall's office!

Harry didn't think much about it, he accelerated past Malfoy and chased after the memory ball.

Finally, in front of Professor McGonagall's window, he successfully intercepted the Memory Ball and performed a difficult gymnastic-like spinning and braking maneuver.

Damn it? !

Professor Cat Cat looked up suddenly and was stunned on the spot.

Seeing this, Malfoy did not panic, but landed secretly.

That's right, this scene was planned by Malfoy a long time ago.

After hearing Madam Hooch's warning of "expulsion", he wanted to use this method to expel Harry, who had disrespected him many times, from school.

Deliberately provoking Harry to lure him to chase him, and then letting the professors see him flying in the sky with their own eyes.

In this way, even if he cannot be fired, he can be severely punished.

As for Malfoy himself, his father was a Hogwarts director, so he couldn't be expelled, and at most he would just be scolded.

Unfortunately, the plan was good, but it overlooked two points.

One is Dumbledore's attitude. With Dumbledore's protection, there is no way Harry would be expelled because of this.

Secondly, it was Harry's amazing flying broomstick and precise catching talent that directly led Professor McGonagall to discover him as a talented Quidditch seeker.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall came to the lawn immediately with a serious look on her face.

"Harry Potter!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Harry's boiling blood instantly cooled down.

Finished!

Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Mr. Potter, please follow me."

Malfoy sneered with glee.

This time he was really going to be expelled... Harry was terrified and sad. What should he do in the future? He would never go back to Aunt Petunia's house again. Was he going to have to depend on Hagrid for life...

Seeing Hermione whistling and looking up at the sky with a nonchalant look, all my emotions finally turned into one sentence:

Hermione hurt me!

Noticing Harry's look, Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione and suddenly said, "I almost forgot about you, Miss Granger. You come too."

Hermione:? ? ?

What?

Hermione was stunned.

She knew that McGonagall was impressed by Harry's Quidditch talent and was planning to recommend him to the team, but why did she look for her?

Could it be that it is because he discovered a good seedling and contributed to the fire?

Although she was confused, she was not worried about anything and followed Professor McGonagall away leisurely.

The three of them soon arrived in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Feeling the resentful looks coming from behind her all the way, Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, she turned around and whispered: "I can't fire you, look how scared you are, you little coward."

Harry also realized at this time that if he really wanted to expel him, he should go to Headmaster Dumbledore, not the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

This made him feel a little relieved, and he was finally in the mood to see what Professor McGonagall wanted to do.

Professor McGonagall leaned forward slightly and said to Voldirol who was teaching, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, Professor Quirrell, but can I borrow Wood for a moment?"

Quirrell nodded weakly.

Hermione also looked over.

Wow, Voldemort is personally teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. This opportunity is rare.

So funny.

She regretted skipping this class and should have attended it more often.

Soon, a handsome young man came out.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood," Professor McGonagall said excitedly, "Wood, I found a Seeker for you!"

Harry held his broom, confused.

Seeing Harry's confused face, Hermione slapped him on the head: "You're on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, why don't you thank the cat... Professor McGonagall!"

That was a close call, I almost blurted it out.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

Before he could speak, Mag spoke again: "I also found a batsman for you!"

He said looking at Hermione.

"...?"

Hermione was shocked.

No, are you serious?

What qualifications do I have?

She was really a little confused this time.

Hermione knew that as she spent more time at Hogwarts, there would be more changes that could be brought about.

But, but, Scalzi!

Anyway, this scene is a bit too nonsensical. He is eating the melon and ends up eating it on his head.

Did she display any special Quidditch talent?

Looking at Hermione's incredulous expression, Professor McGonagall smiled and said:

"Mr. Potter has top-notch flying and vision talents, so he is suitable to be a seeker. Miss Granger, you are kind-hearted but evil-minded. You are good at using your own advantages to find the enemy's weaknesses and hit the vital points directly, so you are very suitable to be a hitter."

To put it simply, the batsman is the bodyguard of his own people and also the one who causes trouble for the enemy.

Hermione's face darkened.

Are you sure this is a compliment to me?

But, um...it turns out that this is how I am in the eyes of my teachers.

It seems that Slytherin was treated so badly some time ago that even the professors noticed it.

"How is it, is it a double happiness?"

Professor McGonagall rubbed her hands happily, as if she was delighted to have found two good candidates.

Double happiness?

Wood's face turned bitter, as if the sky had fallen.

Chapter 11 Hermione's Invincible Tactics

"Professor McGonagall, isn't this a bit..."

Wood looked constipated.

As the Quidditch captain of Gryffindor, he did not disbelieve in Professor McGonagall's vision. After all, the latter was a Quidditch medalist in her time.

However, no matter how good they are, they are just two first-year wizards. I'm afraid they only have flying lessons on the first day. Can they really be qualified for these positions?

Gryffindor Quidditch has indeed been at a disadvantage in recent years, having been suppressed by Slytherin, but with only a month or two left until the official competition, no matter how talented they are, it is unlikely that they will perform better than the seniors.

What’s even worse is that there are two of them at a time.

If there is only one, they can still barely hold on, but if there are two at a time, won’t they definitely lose?

Although I didn't expect to win, I couldn't lose too badly.

But looking at Professor McGonagall who was immersed in her yearning, Wood finally chose to shut up and smiled at Hermione and the others: "Welcome to the Quidditch team, fellow students."

Harry looked excited.

Hermione shrugged.

After Professor McGonagall left, Wood thought for a moment and said, "How about this, after class I'll take you outside to explain the rules of Quidditch, and you can experience it yourself."

……

sunset.

On the grassland, the students had already dispersed.

Hermione and Harry followed Wood to the center of the field, with a box floating in front of them.

Hermione lifted the spell and the box fell heavily to the ground with a plop.

After class, Wood immediately took the two of them to apply for the use of the grass field and brought the Quidditch box.

Seeing Wood gasping for breath from exhaustion, Harry hurried forward to help lift him.

Since Hermione was a little girl, the two of them were very gentlemanly and did not ask her for help.

Halfway through, Hermione couldn't bear it anymore.

"Um...Senior Wood, you know, we are wizards, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Wood was confused.

"So, maybe we can save ourselves the trouble of moving and use a little spell, like this..."

Hermione raised her wand: "Wingardium, Leviosa."

Harry and Wood felt their hands suddenly felt much lighter.

"..."

The two looked at each other, speechless.

"Ahem..." Wood cleared his throat. "Actually, even though we are wizards, we don't have to use spells for everything. It's also necessary to exercise our bodies when we have nothing to do..."

Hermione looked at him with empty eyes.

"...Okay, I forgot." Wood pinched his nose.

It's obvious that he doesn't use spells very often.

"However, Hermione, you can use the levitation spell to lift such a heavy box and move it so far. You don't look like a new wizard." Wood said in surprise.

Unexpectedly, as a new Quidditch recruit, he would meet the two most famous freshmen at the same time.

"The Boy Who Lived" and "The Witch of the Library".

After opening the box, three balls were arranged in front of me, and the ball in the middle was obviously larger than the two next to it.

"The rules of Quidditch are actually very easy to understand..." Wood introduced patiently.

Through Wood's explanation, Hermione basically understood the general idea.

Quidditch is a ball game in which wizards ride on broomsticks in the sky. The most peculiar thing about it is that three kinds of balls need to be used at the same time.

Each team consists of seven players, including a Keeper, three Chasers, two Beaters, and a Seeker.

The Chaser is responsible for passing the Quaffle, and the goal is to pass it through the opponent's hoop, which is equivalent to shooting a basketball.

The batsman is responsible for protecting his teammates and hitting the "bludgers" that fly all over the court towards the opponent.

The Seeker is responsible for finding and catching the smallest and fastest Snitch in the game.

The goalkeeper is easy to understand, everyone understands it.

Wood is the goalkeeper of the Gryffindor team.