Harry felt the vibration of Meteor in his hand, but after being together for so long, he still didn't know Meteor's origin.
He only knew that, as a mature flying broom… it could really be used as a broom.
"Then let's do it."
He was full of confidence in himself and Meteor.
"The usual rules," Flint said. "Three laps around the field, then snake around the goalposts, and finally find the Golden Snitch in the chaotic field and catch it."
"As long as you're not three minutes behind Malfoy, the Seeker position is yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone flew into the sky.
Remi Garrd took one last look at Harry, nodded at him, and clenched his fist to cheer him on.
"Be careful, don't be too impatient!"
"Thanks," Harry nodded.
After everyone flew up, Draco looked at Harry: "You be careful, I suddenly remembered something."
Harry looked at him in surprise, then heard him say: "He was one of the people you hit last year."
Harry was full of confusion, and looked at Marcus in the sky again. That guy was so strong he didn't look sixteen; describing him as a Troll wasn't just a joke.
If he was really there, Harry would have no reason to have no impression.
"Was he really one of the people I hit last year?"
Draco nodded and whispered, "Although he's like a Troll, you turned around and gave him an elbow, and he just lay on the ground crying."
There was such a thing?!
Well, Harry looked at the sky awkwardly.
Seeing that the people in the sky seemed to be urging, he had to put this matter aside for now. He nodded: "I'll try first."
As he spoke, Meteor suddenly moved.
Draco watched Harry, who wasn't even riding the broom, but just holding the broom handle with one hand.
Then, the broom carried Harry in a flip in mid-air, and with their combined effort, he elegantly got onto the broom.
Draco stood frozen until Harry flew to the same height as Flint and the others, and then he came back to his senses.
"Huh?"
You can play like this?
Above the Quidditch pitch, Harry's starting point was at Slytherin's goal.
There are six Quidditch goals, three on each side.
Circling the goals only requires circling one side, as the distance between the goals here greatly tests short-distance turning ability.
Miles MacChlery, Slytherin's Keeper, didn't hold much malice towards Harry. After confirming that this broom could indeed fly, he didn't mind spending some time on the selection test.
They truly lacked a powerful Seeker, but this position usually required a lower-grade student, someone small enough to fill the role, but also needed to demonstrate sufficient keenness and superb skill in the Golden Snitch snatch.
In other words—talent.
Malfoy, who was just tested, was indeed quite good, but a bit too timid. He wanted to see if there was someone better, just in case.
"I hope you're not a coward," he said.
When Draco circled the goal earlier, he was too scared and kept slowing down, which made him very dissatisfied.
Before long, everyone was ready, and everything was like a normal training session: Chasers tried to score, Keepers defended, and Beaters interfered with them.
"Start!"
Immediately, Harry shot out like a rocket, and the wind he stirred up made MacChlery, who was watching him, instantly stunned.
The next moment, a large red Quaffle hit him in the chest.
Looking again, Marcus, who had just thrown the ball, was also frozen in place.
Harry lowered his body, gripping Meteor tightly with both hands. Meteor was now full of fighting spirit, wanting to show those guys what a real broom was.
And the wind stirred up by Meteor even unfurled the flags on the stands by the Quidditch pitch.
One lap, two laps, three laps.
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