Chapter 131: Seeker
At 3 o'clock, after the flying class ended, Madam Hooch took Harry away mysteriously.
He didn't return to the Ravenclaw common room until it was nearly dinnertime.
In the Great Hall, while students from other Houses were still discussing Dudley's remarkable feat of snapping a broomstick in half, the Ravenclaws were more interested in gathering around Harry, who had just come back.
"You're joking," Ron said in disbelief.
"If it's true, you'll be the youngest player on a House team in a century," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"I was originally recommended to Professor Flitwick to join as a reserve and participate in group training with the Ravenclaw Quidditch team," Harry explained calmly. "But it just so happens that our Captain, Jonny, is the current Seeker and he's a seventh-year. He's swamped with NEWTs and won't have time for team training."
"Most of the team spends their time on tactics, but if there's no one actively training, it doesn't work. So, Roger—he's basically leading the team now—said I might as well give it a try as Seeker."
"He said I was light and agile, a natural Seeker. He even made me dive thirty feet on the spot and catch a golf ball he threw."
"In the end, Professor Flitwick couldn't object and said he'd discuss it with Professor Dumbledore," Harry finished.
"What?! Thirty feet? A dive?! Harry, that's not something an ordinary person can do," Anthony, usually a bit arrogant, said with genuine admiration.
"But what about the broom?" Michael Corner asked with concern.
"Right, first-years aren't allowed to bring their own brooms," Hermione reminded them.
"Professor Flitwick said I could order one directly by owl mail. So… I bought a Nimbus 2000," Harry said with a slightly pained expression—no doubt remembering the cost in Galleons.
"Roger Davis actually wanted me to get a Sweep Seven Stars. He claims Nimbus brooms are just flashy copies."
"But Captain Jonny stepped in and backed the Nimbus with performance data. It's currently the fastest model. For a Seeker, speed and stability are crucial. Brooms like the Sweep line are better for Chasers or Beaters."
"Captain Jonny even offered to lend me his Sweep Six Stars for this semester, but once he heard I was getting the Nimbus, that idea was dropped."
"Nimbus 2000! That's insane!" Ron gasped. "When you're free, let me borrow it sometime!"
"Ron, Harry's a special case," Hermione started, but Ron quickly interrupted her.
"Hermione, first-years just can't bring brooms to school, right? Doesn't mean they can't use them once they're here. Ha! Ravenclaw wisdom, right?"
At that moment, two upper-year Ravenclaws entered the Great Hall. Alexander recognized them—they were the ones who had earlier dismissed Roger and hailed Nimbus as the best broom.
As soon as they saw Harry, they walked over briskly.
"Oh, it's you. Don't think we'll accept you just because you bad-mouthed Roger with us," sneered one tall student with a sharp chin.
Harry blinked in confusion. When did I bad-mouth Roger? he thought.
"You must be Harry Potter," said the other—a solid, fair-haired boy with an honest face. "Even if you're just a first-year, you're Harry Potter. I hope you live up to the hype. I'm Henry, and this is Phoenix. We're both Chasers on the cadet team with Roger."
"Let me tell you, we're definitely winning the Quidditch Cup this year," Phoenix boasted. "We've never done it before, but with me on the team this time—different story."
"Let's go," Henry muttered, shooting a glance at Phoenix. "Don't compare yourself to Harry Potter." Then the two walked away without another word.
"Harry," Ron leaned in. "I feel like this Ravenclaw team might have… internal drama. Those two were slamming Roger earlier."
"How are they going to win with a team like that?" he added with concern.
"Yeah, but Henry clearly respects me. He may look down on underclassmen, but he made an exception for me," Harry said, sounding both relieved and puzzled.
"Of course! You're Harry Potter!" Anthony suddenly blurted. "If anyone dares to say anything bad about you, I, Anthony Goldstein, will be the first to defend you!"
It seemed even the proud Anthony was now a full-on supporter.
"Do we need to keep this a secret?" asked Terry Boot, his tone a bit wary.
"No point," Harry sighed. "Feels like the whole school already knows." As if to prove his point, Lavender Brown from the Gryffindor table gave him a knowing nod.
Harry wisely excused himself quickly after dinner and hurried back to the common room—before the chatter turned into a swarm.
And it was the right call.
Harry Potter, already a celebrity, had appeared in the Daily Prophet twice and knocked out two professors. Now he was also the youngest Seeker in a hundred years. That kind of buzz couldn't be avoided.
Sure enough, barely a minute after Harry left, the seat next to Alexander—Harry's former spot—was swarmed by students.
Among them was Oliver Wood, looking very much like he was there to gather intel.
"Phantom Body of the Moon," Alexander muttered silently. A translucent spirit figure materialized behind him—its star-flecked cloak shimmering, face obscured beneath a radiant hood.
As the spirit activated its power, the surrounding crowd paused mid-question and suddenly remembered urgent business elsewhere, dispersing like smoke in the wind.
Good grief, Alexander thought. I've basically become a stand user…
If his spirit were a stand, it would be a full 5A panel—its ability comparable to Made in Heaven from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. It could rewrite reality directly, fueled by magic rather than physical touch.
Honestly, what's the difference between this and a curse? he mused. All spells are just reality-warping effects condensed into incantations. So this ability is like casting a Level 7 curse at will.
It was a blessing—allowing Alexander to wield divine-level power even before reaching godhood.
It was also a window into another world… a divine realm.
In the final book of the original Harry Potter series, is the white train station after death actually the realm of Death itself? Alexander wondered.
Anyway… I almost forgot. Tomorrow, we head to Atlantis—the underwater city. Let's see how long Harry can enjoy his moment as a Seeker before his mind is blown.
Grinning, Alexander tapped his chin in thought. Then, with a swirl of spiritual energy, he vanished from sight.
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