Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

During dinner, Ron and Harry even told everyone about Malfoy's silly grin as a funny story.

George and Fred listened intently, glancing at the Slytherin table. They spent a considerable amount of time observing Malfoy and eventually became convinced of their brother and Harry's story.

"I laugh on average every two minutes."

"And there's no warning sign when he laughs."

The two brothers spoke one after the other.

“Yes, that’s it.” Ron nodded vigorously.

“That’s right, it happened without any warning.” Harry nodded in agreement.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said irritably, "You two, that's enough. You've been watching him all afternoon. Can't you do something else?"

"Malfoy, hmm, he must have encountered something happy," Qin Yu casually analyzed, then waved his hand and said, "Alright, stop focusing on others all day, doing your own thing is the most important thing."

“That’s right, you’ve already been scolded by Professor Quirrell once, aren’t you going to learn your lesson?” The leader, having someone back her up, glared at him.

After Qin and Hermione said that, Harry and Ron shrank back, looked at each other, made a face, and the topic was dropped.

After all, no matter how much they hate Malfoy, he shouldn't be their whole life; they have many other things to care about and pay attention to.

So the conversation turned to something else.

For example, Ron remembered seeing a trophy in the trophy room yesterday that read "James Potter"—a name that everyone present knew was Harry's father's name.

“You will definitely become an excellent Seeker, because you have a father who is an excellent Seeker,” Ron said to Harry with great certainty.

These words caused the latter's expression to become somewhat complicated, because "father" was a word that he both longed for and was unfamiliar with.

Now, in the magic school where his parents once studied, Harry suddenly heard something about one of them. He felt excited, confused, and sad. In short, he couldn't explain the feelings to outsiders.

“I hope it’s as you say…” Harry muttered softly.

"If you want to become an excellent Seeker, then train hard. Quidditch isn't something you can just talk about and expect to play well," Qin Yu said, half admonishing and half changing the subject.

"Yes, yes, I will try my best, Qin!" Harry said solemnly immediately.

Harry listened very attentively to what Qin said, treating him as his most important teacher and role model.

Seeing Harry's serious attitude, Qin Yu nodded slightly, then thought for a moment and added, "You definitely can't keep up with the daily training of the house team, so Senior Wood has arranged intensive training for you to help you get started quickly."

"Will you teach me, Qin?" Harry adjusted his glasses and asked expectantly.

With the help of his good friend Ron, Harry has gained a more detailed understanding of Quidditch and thus a clearer understanding of Qin's abilities in this area.

Without a doubt, Qin is the best!

If I could get guidance from Qin, that would be wonderful.

"We'll see. Wood and I might take turns teaching you, depending on who has the free time," Qin Yu replied.

"Great!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.

He was already very satisfied that Qin was able to teach him, and he didn't ask for more as to whether he would take turns being taught by Captain Wood.

In a good mood, Harry had a big appetite and filled a large plate with food, eating it in big mouthfuls.

Ron was quite envious of his friend, wishing he could join the Quidditch team. Unfortunately, he couldn't even ride a flying broomstick properly, so joining the Quidditch team was probably just a pipe dream...

Thinking of this, Ron felt a little down.

Then, when he looked up, his gaze inadvertently met Qin's.

Then, seeing Qin Chong, he nodded slightly and said, "When Senior Wood graduates, the Quidditch team will be short of a goalkeeper. If you're interested, you can prepare and participate in the team selection next year or the year after."

"I, I...can I?" Ron stammered excitedly upon hearing this.

"I'm just saying, if you want to participate, you can prepare." Qin Yu emphasized the meaning behind his words.

“I understand! I will practice flying hard!” Ron said with great determination.

"Okay, keep it up," Qin Yu said encouragingly.

"Thank you, Qin!"

Ron's mood improved, and he filled his plate with even more food than Harry, eating with his mouth wide open.

Seeing this, Qin Yu nodded almost imperceptibly.

"All you do is coax children..."

Hermione leaned closer and whispered something in his ear.

Qin Yu was amused and said irritably, "Aren't you a child too? Why are you calling others children?"

"I'm not! Humph!" Hermione retorted, pouting.

"Um, no, you're a big kid now," Qin Yu said dismissively, nodding perfunctorily.

“Yes, sir!” Hermione raised her chin slightly, correcting him with displeasure.

“Dear Miss Granger, only children long to be adults.”

After saying this, Qin Yu stuffed a piece of mousse cake into the girl's mouth to shut her up.

"Eat more so you can grow up quickly," Qin Yu added.

So Hermione could only puff out her cheeks and start eating.

……

……

As the autumn night deepened at Hogwarts, the castle, illuminated by scattered lights, revealed its tall and somber silhouette, just as it had a thousand years ago.

In a dimly lit corridor of the castle, a thin figure draped in a thick black cloak moved cautiously forward—judging from his size, he was most likely a first-year student.

Judging from the direction, the figure is walking out of the castle.

The quiet night and the empty campus made his actions seem somewhat furtive, but he clearly had a reason that was enough to make him willing to risk breaking the school rule of "no nighttime visits".

"At midnight, under the oak tree between the greenhouse and the vegetable garden."

The figure muttered those words to himself, and as he spoke them, his eyes seemed to gleam in the night.

That's right, this person is Draco Malfoy, a first-year student at Slytherin House.

But he saw that sentence during a "strange encounter" today.

"That must be a very powerful and mysterious person..."

Imagining the words and sentences formed by that pile of leaves, Malfoy couldn't help but sigh to himself once again.

Since the other party is a powerful and mysterious person, what is his purpose in seeking me out?

Could it be that, just like in the legends, I've become the chosen one?

As he considered all the possibilities, Malfoy grew increasingly excited, and his eyes shone brighter.

——Dimensional wall——

Sigh, it's been a long time since I wrote anything. I'd almost forgotten the plot, so I had to spend some time rereading the earlier parts.

I don't know if anyone will still read this. Never mind, I'll just keep writing. I still hope to finish this story.