Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 62: An impromptu ball game, and the professor watching

Madam Hooch was a professional and strict teacher. She arrived at the grounds in front of the castle before all the other little wizards.

The breeze was blowing gently and the sun was shining on the wide lawn in front of the castle. After all the little wizards arrived, she asked them to stand in two rows.

"Classmates," her voice was clear and powerful, her eyes were sharp and full of expectation:

"In the last two classes, we explained the precautions for flying, and all the students were able to summon the broomsticks to their palms, so today is the time for you to show off your skills.

Everyone, get on your broom, and as I just demonstrated, tap the ground lightly with your toes, thinking about flying upwards. Don't be afraid, try it boldly!

Remember, relax your body, establish a connection with the broom, and report any problems immediately. I will use the levitation spell to catch you!"

When Madam Hooch gave the order, the students were eager to try. Most of the Slytherin wizards were able to take off quickly and fly steadily.

Most of the young wizards in Slytherin come from pure-blood wizard families with wealthy family backgrounds. They have practiced flying brooms under the supervision of their parents since childhood. The best ones among them have even been trained by professional Quidditch players.

The young wizards from other academies also took off one by one. The remaining young wizards who remained in place were either Muggle-born young wizards, or timid and untalented wizards from pure-blood or half-blood families.

Poor little Ron was one of them, his knuckles turning white from the strain of his hands gripping the broom handle.

Watching his classmates taking off one by one, he just tentatively tapped the ground with his toes. The broom was only a few centimeters off the ground before he fell back to the ground in panic.

He really had no talent for flying and was afraid of flying. Even Hermione was better than him. At this time, Hermione could already fly normally at low altitude.

Harry noticed Ron's situation, descended from the sky, and encouraged him:

"Ron, don't worry or be afraid. Even if you accidentally fall, Madam Hooch will immediately protect you with a levitation spell. You will never get hurt."

Ron gave a wry smile. "That's easy to say, but there have been cases of young wizards accidentally falling to their deaths during flying lessons. I get terrified just thinking about it."

At this time, a little Slytherin witch flew over. Harry remembered that her name was Pansy Parkinson. She was cute, but had a mean personality. Like Malfoy, she was proud of her status as a pure-blood wizard and was full of discrimination and prejudice against students of other bloodlines.

At this moment, she suddenly broke away from Malfoy and flew in front of Ron. She raised her head and said sarcastically, "Hey, look who's this? Isn't this the red-haired Weasley who can't even control a broom?"

As she spoke, she deliberately exaggerated her imitation of Ron's trepidation when flying, causing the Slytherins around her to burst into laughter.

Malfoy, who was standing behind Pansy, saw her mocking Ron in front of Harry and wanted to say something, but perhaps time had helped him get rid of his fear of Harry, so he hesitated and said nothing.

After all, he also understood that it was all a misunderstanding and Harry couldn't really kill him.

But isn’t this savior a bit weird? Why can he master such powerful magic before even entering school?
Thinking of the magic sword emitting golden light, Malfoy shuddered subconsciously.

But he quickly suppressed his fear and flew to Pansy's side. The honor of his pure-blood family did not allow him to be timid.

He wanted to compete with Harry and use victory to erase the shadow in his heart.

Ron's face instantly turned red, like a ripe tomato. He glared at Pansy angrily, "What do you know, Parkinson! You're just an arrogant person who relies on your family background to show off everywhere! If you have the ability, don't just talk big, let's go to the Quidditch field and have a fight!"

Pansy was waiting for Ron to say this: "Alright, come on, whoever is afraid is a puppy, don't run away from the battle later. You are a coward who can't even fly properly, and you dare to mention the competition? It's really ridiculous!"

Ron was completely enraged. In his rage, he forgot his fear and flew up unsteadily: "Let's go now!"

But Pansy ignored Ron and looked at Harry eagerly. When she saw Harry's almost perfect handsome face, her face turned red, but she still raised her head and said proudly: "Harry Potter, do you want to come with us, or are you scared too?"

Harry had a strange look on his face at this moment. He did not sense any malice from Pansy. On the contrary, it was the same hidden admiration that most little witches had.

What's going on, a tsundere little witch?
Woman, you actually used this method to attract my attention. I admit that you succeeded!
He didn't expect that just when he wanted to show his Quidditch talent, someone would actually give him a pillow. This made him feel more favorable towards Pansy's pretty face with a little bit of harshness.

He agreed without hesitation: "Of course!"

Malfoy saw Harry agreed, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He mustered up his courage and said through gritted teeth:
"In that case, let's have a proper Quidditch game! Slytherin will send out seven young wizards to form a team, and Gryffindor will do the same. In addition, we will have Madam Hooch referee this game!"

"it is good!"

Old Malfoy was one of the twelve governors of Hogwarts. As it was a prank between students and the danger was under control, Madam Hooch accepted Malfoy's request.

But to ensure safety, Madam Hooch also invited Professor McGonagall, who was not teaching during this period, to serve as the referee.

The commotion here even attracted the attention of Dumbledore who was strolling around the campus, and he actually joined in.

Now, with these two magic masters around, the little wizard will not die even if he commits suicide.

Soon, the little wizards from Gryffindor and Slytherin came to the Quidditch field and each selected seven players.

The seven Slytherins were Malfoy, Pansy, Malfoy's two followers, and two other young wizards from pure-blood families.

Gryffindor consists of Harry, Hermione, Ron and several other young wizards from pure-blood families.

The vast majority of those present were young wizards from pure-blood families. There was nothing they could do about it; they had ridden broomsticks a long time ago, and their flying skills were much better than those of Muggles.

Madam Hooch stood high on the referee's bench, introduced the two teams, and after confirming that everyone had brought their equipment, she released the Quaffle, Bludger and Golden Snitch into the arena at the same time.

The two teams of little wizards set out together, each rushing towards their target!
However, it is obvious that the young wizards from Slytherin families, who come from wealthier families, are much more skilled than those from Gryffindor.

In the Gryffindor team, only Harry relied on his telekinesis and talent to suppress Malfoy, who was also a chaser. The others were suppressed by the young wizards of Slytherin.

Seeing this, Dumbledore smiled like a child and asked Professor McGonagall beside him: "Minerva, which house do you think will win this game?"

　Please bring Pansy Parkinson into the best version of ovo!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)