Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 17 The first impression contest, Slytherin lost!

After withdrawing money and items from Gringotts.

Hagrid was uncomfortable with Gringotts' trolley, so he let Harry go to Madam Malkin's to buy clothes, while he went to the Leaky Cauldron for a refreshing drink to suppress his nausea.

Harry naturally had no objection, but now he obviously regretted it, and he should have been with Hagrid all the time.

Standing on a footstool with a sad face, wearing a robe, Mrs. Malkin is constantly using pins on the robe to record his body data.

For the gentle and kind Mrs. Morgan, Harry naturally would not show bitterness. What troubled him at this moment was the megalomaniac standing on the other footstool, who was yelling at him endlessly.

It was a young man with a pale complexion and a thin body, about his age, with blond hair combed back
"My father is helping me buy books next door, and my mother is looking for a wand in the street." He spoke slowly and drawn out, and his tone was full of disgusting elements.

"Then I'm going to drag them to see broomsticks, and I don't understand why first-years can't have their own broomsticks, and I'm like, I'm going to force daddy to buy me one and figure out how to sneak it in."

Harry couldn't help but think of his fat cousin Dudley, they were both capricious, and they all had parents who favored him and gave him what he wanted.

Thinking of this, Harry's nose couldn't help sore, although he knew that his parents were not ordinary people, they were also wizards, and they didn't die in a car accident, but sacrificed like heroes in the story.

But he still fantasizes that if they are still alive, then he can also speak loudly and proudly about his parents like Dudley and this boy.

Just when Harry was secretly sad, the boy beside him didn't notice the change in Harry's mood at all, and said to himself
"Do you have your own broomstick?" the boy continued
"No." Harry replied in a low tone.

In fact, there are very few things that belonged to him over the years, basically Dudley left over, thinking of this, Harry tried not to let the tears fall.

The boy held his head high and continued to brag: "My mother will buy me a newest flying broom every year. I think this year's Christmas gift must be the Nimbus 2000..."

Nimbus 2000
Harry thought of the broom that was displayed in the window when he came here, and the envious children standing outside. He guessed that it was indeed a very delicate and expensive Christmas gift.

After bragging about his family for a while, the boy asked again: "Have you ever played Quidditch?"

"No!" Harry began to sound a little impatient, after all he didn't even know what Quidditch was.

But the boy still couldn't look at the air, and still said in that disgusting tone: "I did! Dad said it would be a shame if I couldn't be selected for our college team. I agree with this view." .”

"By the way, do you know which college you were assigned to?"

"I don't know!" Harry completely lost his patience with the boy in front of him, and now he just wanted to quickly measure the clothes and find Hagrid.

"Of course, no one really knows which college they will be sorted into until they arrive at the school."

"However, I know I'm going to be sorted into Slytherin, because my whole family went there! If I get sorted into Hufflepuff, I think I'll drop out, what do you think?"

Harry didn't want to pay any attention to him at all, he wasn't interested in these topics at all, but out of politeness, he gave a lukewarm "hmm".

"Hey, look at that man!" the boy suddenly called out towards the window.

Harry turned his head to look in the direction he was looking, and couldn't help but smile happily.

The reason was that Hagrid was standing at the window at the moment, grinning at him with a simple and honest smile, and at the same time pointing to the two large ice creams in his hand.

"That's Hagrid!" Harry's voice jumped with joy, not only because Hagrid's appearance reassured him, but also because he felt very happy that he could tell something the boy didn't know.

"He was the Keykeeper and Gamekeeper at Hogwarts, and he was a nice guy"

"Oh," the boy showed disdain, and Harry could see the disdain in Hagrid's eyes.

"I've heard of him. He was a servant at Hogwarts, right?"

"He's the Keykeeper and Gamekeeper at Hogwarts," Harry said emphatically, his displeasure with the boy growing stronger.

For no reason, he thought of John, the boy with red hair and dragon eyes.

The other party was dressed very similar to this boy, but the other party looked at Hagrid without contempt in his eyes, only friendly and equal, and would also take the initiative to reach out to greet Hagrid, and his tone was very gentle.

I don't know if John is still in Diagon Alley...

That's when the boy leaned closer and whispered in Harry's ear, "! I've heard he's a rough man, lives in a cabin on the school grounds, gets drunk now and then, does some magic, and turns his The bed was also burned."

"I think he's very smart." Harry's tone was completely cold, and he looked down on the boy even more with the comparison.

"Really?" The boy heard the indifference in Harry's tone, and said slightly mockingly, "Why did he come to accompany you? Where are your parents?"

"They're all dead," said Harry simply, not wanting to talk to the boy about it.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The boy said, but there was no trace of apology in his tone. "They are also like us, aren't they?"

"They're wizards, which I suppose you mean."

"I do think they shouldn't have alternative admissions, what do you say? They're different, they haven't been raised with the kind of education we have, and don't understand our world."

"Come to think of it, some of them hadn't even heard of Hogwarts before they got the letter. I think the school should be limited to students from old wizarding families. By the way, what's your last name?"

But Harry didn't answer the boy's words at this moment, but looked at the redness that appeared outside the window with some surprise.

"John!" Harry's tone was full of joy, and then he waved out the window.

So the next moment, as the store door was pushed open, the bell shaking behind the door attracted the attention of everyone in the store.

Then they seemed to see a fire dragon walking into the store, and the room seemed to become brighter and warmer.

"Oh! God, look at his eyes! They are beautiful!"

"And that red hair, and that air, I'm sure he's from France!"

There were low voices of discussion, and John had heard enough of these voices along the way, and he was used to them.

"Meet you again." John smiled and stepped forward, standing in front of Harry.

Even standing on the footstool, the thin Harry was still half a head shorter than John.

Harry's face looked a little rosy because of his happiness: "Have you finished shopping? John"

"Of course! This is the wand I bought." John took out the wand from his pocket and handed it to Harry for him to see.

The dragon carved on it not only caught Harry's attention, but also the boy's.

"Is that your wand!" the boy asked before Harry could speak.

Harry turned his head to look at the boy next to him, and at this moment there was an expression on his face that he had never seen before.

John also turned his head slightly to look at him. Although he had already guessed the identity of the other party in his heart, he still showed a puzzled expression and asked, "Excuse me, are you..."

"I come from the great pure-blood Malfoy family, my name is Draco Malfoy, and my father is Lucius Malfoy!" Malfoy said proudly.

John nodded and replied, "My name is John Williams"

There was no text for a long time, so Malfoy showed a little surprise on his face, and subconsciously asked, "No more?"

"What else do you want to know?" John looked at Malfoy calmly.

Staring at the blue dragon eyes of the other party, Malfoy couldn't help but feel flustered, the words he wanted to say disappeared completely, and there was only a blank in his mind.

And when he came back to his senses, the other party had already left with the unknown boy just now.

Harry was smiling as he ate the chocolate-and-raspberry-and-nuts ice cream that Hagrid had bought him, and beside him John was eating the vanilla ice cream that Tom had just bought, and they were heading to the Yila Owl shop together.

Hagrid didn't have a problem with that either, or rather he was going to give Harry a belated birthday surprise.

"By the way, John, do you know what Quidditch is?"

Hearing this, before John could say anything, Hagrid let out an exclamation of self-blame behind him.

"Oh, my goodness, Harry, I forgot you grew up in the Muggle world, I should have introduced this to you earlier."

Harry turned his head and smiled at the kind giant: "It's okay Hagrid, it's not too late to know now."

"So John, can you introduce me?"

"Of course." John nodded and said, "Quidditch is the most popular sport in the wizarding world, and its status is equivalent to football."

"But in terms of rules, it is actually more like rugby in the United States. They use various confrontational behaviors to score goals. The difference is that rugby runs with legs, and wizards ride broomsticks."

"During the course of the game, the contestants must hold or clamp their broomsticks firmly at all times, otherwise they will be penalized."

"Each team has 7 players, including 3 chasers, 2 batters, 1 goalkeeper, and 1 seeker. There must be no less than two members of the opposite sex on the field."

"Three types of balls are used in the game: 1 Quaffle, 3 Bludgers, and 1 Snitch."

"The goal of the Chaser is to throw the Quaffle into the opponent's hoop. Each side has 3 hoops arranged at different heights. A goal is worth 10 points. The ball can be thrown or kicked."

"The Seeker's goal is to hunt down the Snitch. The Snitch appears at the start of the game, returns to the field after 10 minutes, and begins to avoid the "hunt."

"If the Seeker catches the Snitch, he gets 150 points, and each side gets 30 points if they catch the ball at the same time."

"The goal of the batter is to hit the opponent with a bludger. There are always 3 bludgers in the field. After the batter grabs it, he can hit someone. The opponent's chaser who is hit is temporarily out of the game. You have to go back to your side and touch the ring to play again."

"The goal of the goalkeeper is to prevent the Quaffle from entering the ring."

Harry looked at John who was calmly eating ice cream after speaking with some admiration, if he didn't know if he could memorize these rules smoothly.

"Oh, let me say that no one understands the rules better than you." Hagrid also sighed and said, "Mr. Williams, your introduction is really too detailed!"

John smiled: "Actually, Hagrid, you can call me John directly."

"Yes! Yes! John" Hagrid rubbed his stomach and smiled happily.

Then John looked at Harry again: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Harry smiled a little embarrassedly, but still asked, "Just now in the store, the boy said that people from Muggle families should not be allowed to enter school. What does Muggle family mean?"

(End of this chapter)