I Teach Ninjutsu At Hogwarts

Professor Quirrell was holding a large lizard in class. When he heard Professor McGonagall's words, he answered directly without thinking:

"Okay, okay, of course!"

A tall, sturdy fifth-grade boy walked out of Professor Quirrell's classroom with a confused look on his face.

"You two, follow me." Professor McGonagall said. Wood and Harry followed Professor McGonagall striding forward in the corridor. Wood looked at Harry curiously.

They walked to the door of a classroom, pointed at it and said to Harry and Harry:

"Go in."

In the classroom, Peeves is writing curse words on the blackboard, another prank.

Professor McGonagall yelled directly at Peeves. "Get out, Peeves!"

When Peeves saw that it was the professor, he threw the chalk into the trash can and floated out of the classroom without saying anything.

Seeing Peeves go out, Professor McGonagall closed the door, turned to Harry and introduced:

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I found a Seeker for you."

The expression on Wood's face changed from confusion to joy.

"Really? Professor! This is really great!"

"Of course that's true!" Professor McGonagall pointed at Harry, "This child is very talented. I have been a professor for many years and this is the first time I have seen this happen. Potter, this is your first time riding a broomstick!" "

Harry nodded silently. He didn't understand what was going on, but he felt that he shouldn't be fired!

"He dashed through the air and grabbed a small ball with his hands without even getting hurt. Charlie Weasley couldn't do this. This is his talent!"

When Wood heard this, his face lit up with joy. What he had always hoped for finally came true!

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

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

"He's just the right size for a Seeker," Wood said, circling Harry and looking him back and forth.

"Light and agile, we must get him a decent broom. Professor, let me get him a Nimbus 2000 or Sweeping Seven Stars!"

"I'm going to talk to Headmaster Dumbledore to see if we can make an exception and use first years as seekers this year.

We need a better Quidditch team than last year.

I was defeated miserably by the Slytherin team in the last game, and I didn't dare to face Snape for several weeks..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry sternly.

"Potter, I hope you can train seriously, otherwise I may change my mind and punish you!"

Then, she suddenly smiled again.

"Your father would be proud of you," she said. "He used to be a great Quidditch player."

Elsewhere, Hermione and Ron come to visit Neville.

At this moment, Neville seemed to have nothing to worry about and just wanted him to have a good rest.

"Neville, how are you? It's okay!" Ron took out the memory ball from his pocket, "Here, I think this must have fallen! Because of him, Harry was caught on the spot by Professor McGonagall and taken away. !”

Neville was a little worried about Harry, "What's going on? Is Harry okay? It's all my fault, I was so anxious!"

Ron told Neville the whole story, and Neville held the memory ball tightly in his hand.

If something happened to Harry, I would die of guilt!

Fortunately, Harry had nothing to do. After leaving Professor McGonagall, Harry also came to Neville.

All three of them knew about Harry becoming a Seeker, and Ron shouted in shock.

"Are you kidding me! Seeker?" he said. "But first-years never...you must be the youngest house player in many years."

"A century ago," Harry said. "Wood told me."

Ron was extremely shocked and sat there blankly looking at Harry.

"Awesome! Harry, you are so amazing! You can actually participate in Quidditch in your first year!"

Harry hesitated, "But I've never played Quidditch, and I don't even know him. What if I make a fool of myself?"

Hermione said to Harry: "You won't make a fool of yourself, you have a genetic talent!"

Harry was a little surprised, "How did you know? I just found out about it from Professor McGonagall."

Ron was a little confused, what were they talking about?

"What are you talking about? What kind of genetic talent are you hiding from me?"

Harry looked helpless and looked at Ron, "My father is also Gryffindor's Seeker!"

Ron's eyes widened, "Harry, you never said that your father was also a Seeker!"

"I just found out about it too!"

Ron looked at Hermione and then at Harry.

"Hermione is really amazing. Hermione knows more about you than you do!"

Harry nodded, "Hermione knows more than me!"

Hermione held her head high and looked like I was the best, extremely proud.

Neville looked at Harry with envy, "Harry, you are so awesome. You actually became a Seeker in your first year. If only I were half as good as you!"

Hermione thought of Neville's eyes before, "Don't say that, Neville! You are not bad at all, not to mention what Professor Xiao Han gave you.

I think I saw your Sharingan reappearing before. Have you mastered it yet? "

ps: There are still 10,000 words left in the crazy code!