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So Hermione could only watch others flying in the sky from the ground.
When Harry came back, he saw Hermione sitting under a tree, looking at the figure in the sky.
So Harry walked over and sat down next to Hermione.
"Hey~ What did Professor McGonagall ask you to do?"
As soon as Harry sat down, Hermione spoke first, her voice less aggressive than usual.
"She wants me to join the Quidditch team."
Harry found a comfortable position and lay on the lawn. The late autumn sunshine shone on Harry, making him feel warm.
It made Harry a little sleepy.
"Quidditch? What is that?"
Seeing Harry lying on the ground with his eyes narrowed, Hermione also found an angle and lay down.
"It's a strange sport played on a broomstick. It seems that four balls are needed to play the game."
"What a strange game. Did you agree to it?"
"Yes, I agreed."
Harry closed his eyes.
"Professor McGonagall said my father used to be very good at it."
Rarely, Hermione did not ask any further questions.
047 Friendship or Magic Wand
"They asked you to be a Chaser?! You're a Seeker, Harry!"
After class, when returning to the castle, Ron learned that Harry had joined the Quidditch team and became a chaser.
The look on Ron's face was only slightly better than the day he'd seen Harry and Draco chatting in a friendly manner on Platform Nine and Three Quarters.
Harry scratched his head as he looked at Ron, who had surprise written all over his face and started mumbling about Professor McGonagall not understanding Quidditch and that he was the youngest and one of the best Seekers in Gryffindor's history.
"You said I was one of the best Chasers, so I must have won many Quidditch Cups, right?"
As soon as Harry finished speaking, Ron, who was originally mumbling, immediately turned red in the face as if someone had stuffed an apple into his mouth and he was unable to speak.
After holding it in for a long time, Ron finally started to speak when they were almost at the auditorium.
"The first year they lost because Harry was in a coma and didn't participate, the second year the competition was cancelled because of the basilisk, and the Goblet of Fire was held in the fourth year." Something like that.
The air was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.
"So you see, when I was a seeker, my luck wasn't very good, but now that I'm a chaser my luck should be better, right?"
Harry smiled and patted Ron's shoulder.
"But you won the Quidditch Cup in your third year."
As they sat down at the Gryffindor table, Ron made a last-ditch effort to get Harry to reconsider becoming a Seeker instead of a Chaser.
"Thank you for telling me that I can win the Quidditch Cup in my third year, but maybe if I become a chaser, I can win the Quidditch Cup earlier?"
Looking at Harry picking up the knife and fork and starting to eat, Ron was silent for a long time, and finally could only sigh.
While Harry and others were eating heartily, Crabbe and Goyle, with aggrieved looks on their faces, came to the Gryffindor table.
"Can we stay here for a while?"
Looking at these two children, weighing a total of 300 pounds, standing behind him with innocent faces, they looked as aggrieved as a three-year-old child who had just had his lollipop taken away.
Draco shifted his butt on the bench and motioned for his two little followers to sit next to him.
"Why aren't you eating at the Slytherin table?"
Draco asked Crabbe and Goyle after they sat down.
"Neville said that the two of us belong to Potter now, and eating at the Slytherin table will easily cause misunderstandings, so he asked us to dine here."
When Goyle was speaking, Harry was eating a steak. Harry, who was caught off guard, almost got the steak stuck in his throat when he heard this.
He took a big gulp of the pumpkin juice, flushing the beef that was almost stuck in his throat into his stomach.
Harry turned to look at Crabbe and Goyle, who were filling their plates with food.
"He said you are my people, so he asked you to eat at the Gryffindor table? What on earth has happened to Slytherin these days?!"
"Forehead……"
Goyle scratched his head.
"This is what happened..."
From Goyle's narration, Harry learned how a new family had risen within Slytherin.
As a house that is generally considered to be exclusive to pure-bloods and prefers the dark arts, Slytherin has a clear but unwritten hierarchy.
A wizarding family with wealth, power, and bloodline, considered first class in Slytherin.
And from the first class downwards, every time one is missing, one will automatically slide down one class in the Slytherin contempt chain.
For those freshmen who have no money, no power, and are not even pure blood but are sorted into Slytherin, they need to reflect on why they are here.
In Slytherin, except for some particularly strong students, everyone must find their own position within this unspoken rule. This is Slytherin's way of survival.
This strict hierarchy of the jungle law is also what distinguishes Slytherin from other colleges.
However, on the first day of school, this situation changed a little.
That evening in the Slytherin common room, a freshman who hadn't yet figured out his place in the room accidentally offended a senior.
The unfortunate freshman was immediately taught a lesson by the senior students.
The amiable senior student taught the freshman what the Slytherin rules were by example.
Although this way of teaching new students would usually be called bullying in the Muggle world.
But this is the ecology of Slytherin, and this is how everyone has lived for generations.
However, today, a challenger appeared to this rule.
As the senior student teased the freshman, a round-faced boy stood up.
Walk up to the senior student and say, "This is the end of it, give me some face."
Faced with Neville who came out to settle the matter, the senior students took out their wands without hesitation.
Before the senior students could say anything, Neville started to swing his fist.
In the battle that followed, even though Goyle and Crabbe often fought, they had to admit that their fighting skills were child's play compared to Neville's.
Facing the dual disadvantages of size and numbers, Neville almost won.
If those senior students hadn't taken out their staffs during the fight.
When they returned to the dormitory, Neville was still hung upside down in the common room by the senior students using magic.
But the next morning, when Goyle and Crabbe were about to go to the auditorium for breakfast, they heard a scream.
Then an older student, his pajamas covered in blood, rushed into the common room holding an owl's head.
I saw Neville, who was already sitting in the armchair next to the blazing fireplace in the common room.
"You did it?! You did it, right?"
The senior student raised the owl's head in his hand and roared at Neville.
The dancing fire in the fireplace cast a shadow on Neville's face, making it difficult for others to see Neville's expression.
"My friend, don't say anything careless. You said it was me who did it. Do you have any evidence?"
"You! It must be you!"
Just as the senior student took out his wand and pointed it at Neville.
Neville in the shadows said slowly, "You can curse me, as long as you can afford the consequences."
When the senior student froze, Neville stood up from the armchair, walked over to the senior student and patted him on the shoulder.
"Everything can end here, but it depends on whether you choose my friendship or the wand. This is your last chance."
After saying this, Neville left the common room.
This small conflict soon spread throughout Slytherin.
So much so that when the owl delivered the package that day, Neville didn't even have time to say anything.
The freshman he had helped last night, as well as several other freshmen who were at the bottom of the contempt chain according to Slytherin's unspoken rules, took the initiative to help Neville carry his packages.
"That's not surprising."
Said Draco, who was struggling with the lamb chops on his plate with his knife and fork, after hearing Goyle's story.
"The tradition of Slytherin is to either be the winner or be on the side of the winner."
Draco turned his head to look at Harry as he stuffed the cut lamb chops into his mouth.
"It sounds like he sees you as a competitor. You're in trouble next, Harry."
Harry smiled at Draco but said nothing.
Voldemort who killed his parents, that weird Hufflepuff girl, and the mysterious Quirrell who spoke as if he had fewer troubles.
Now having one more Neville doesn't seem to matter.
048 Hermione Disagrees
After dinner, Harry and the other two went to Quirrell for detention as usual.
After leaving the hall, Harry and the others realized how huge a task Quirrell had to do.
They were just going to be detained, but along the way Harry and his two companions encountered nine little wizards who wanted to cast the "Evil Spirit of Possession" on them.
And the routine is always the same, hiding behind statues or in corners.
Ready to jump out and give Harry and his friends a surprise when they pass by.