Professor Quirrell was holding a large lizard during class when he heard Professor McGonagall's question. Without thinking, he blurted out:
"All right, all right, of course I can!"
A tall, sturdy fifth-year boy stepped out of Quirrell's classroom, looking completely bewildered.
"You two, come with me," said Professor McGonagall. Wood and Harry followed her down the corridor, walking briskly. Wood couldn't help but glance curiously at Harry as they went.
They stopped in front of a classroom door. McGonagall pointed inside.
"Go in," she instructed.
Inside, Peeves was scribbling insults on the blackboard again—another prank.
"Out, Peeves!" McGonagall shouted.
Peeves paused when he saw her, said nothing, tossed his chalk into the trash, and floated out of the classroom.
Once Peeves was gone, McGonagall closed the door and turned to Harry.
"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I've found a Seeker for you."
Wood's expression shifted from confusion to pure joy.
"Really? Professor! This is amazing!"
"Of course it's true!" McGonagall said, pointing at Harry. "This boy has incredible talent. In all my years of teaching, I've never seen anything like it. Potter, this is your first time flying a broomstick, isn't it?"
Harry nodded quietly. He didn't fully understand what was happening, but one thing was clear: he wasn't in trouble!
"He chased through the air, caught a small ball with his bare hands, and didn't get hurt at all. Even Charlie Weasley couldn't do that—that's his talent!"
Hearing this, Wood's face lit up. The moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived!
"Have you ever watched a Quidditch match, Potter?" he asked excitedly.
"Wood is the captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team," McGonagall explained.
"His build is perfect for a Seeker," Wood said, circling around Harry and examining him closely. "Light, agile… we need to get him a proper broom. Professor, I say either a Firebolt or a Comet Two Thousand!"
"I'll speak with Headmaster Dumbledore to see if we can make an exception and let a first-year play as Seeker this year. We need a team stronger than last year. Last year, we were completely beaten by Slytherin—I avoided Snape for weeks afterward…"
McGonagall's gaze turned serious as she looked at Harry.
"Potter, I expect you to train seriously. Otherwise, I may have to change my mind… and you won't like that."
Then, suddenly, she smiled warmly.
"Your father would be proud of you," she said. "He was an outstanding Seeker himself."
Elsewhere, Hermione and Ron were visiting Neville.
Neville seemed completely calm now, merely resting and recovering.
"Neville, are you all right? You're fine, right?" Ron asked, pulling a memory ball from his pocket. "Here, I think this is yours! Harry got called away by Professor McGonagall to help catch him, all because of this."
Neville, still worried about Harry, asked, "What happened? Is Harry okay? It's my fault—I was too anxious!"
Ron explained everything, and Neville held the memory ball tightly in his hands.
If anything had happened to Harry, I'd never forgive myself!
Thankfully, Harry was unharmed. After leaving McGonagall, he came over to Neville.
The three of them now knew about Harry becoming a Seeker. Ron was so shocked he blurted out:
"You're joking, right? A Seeker?" he exclaimed. "But first-years never… You must be the youngest house team player in decades!"
"Centuries," Harry corrected. "Wood told me."
Ron was completely stunned, staring blankly at Harry.
"This is amazing! Harry, you're incredible! A first-year playing Quidditch!"
Harry hesitated. "But I've never played Quidditch before. I don't even really understand it. What if I make a fool of myself?"
"You won't!" Hermione said confidently. "You have a natural talent."
Harry was surprised. "How did you know? I only just found out from Professor McGonagall."
Ron looked confused. "What are you talking about? Natural talent? Are you hiding something from me?"
Harry sighed and said to Ron, "My father was a Seeker for Gryffindor too."
Ron's eyes widened. "Harry, you never said your father was a Seeker!"
"I only just found out myself!" Harry admitted.
Ron glanced at Hermione, then back at Harry.
"Hermione really knows everything, doesn't she? Knows more about you than you do!"
Harry nodded. "Hermione always knows more than I do."
Hermione held her head high, proud as ever.
Neville looked at Harry with admiration. "Harry, you're amazing… a first-year Seeker! I wish I were half as talented as you."
Hermione remembered Neville's eyes from earlier. "Don't say that, Neville! You're not lacking at all, and you still have the things Professor Xiao Han gave you. I think I saw your Sharingan reappear—have you mastered it yet?"
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