The moon was dim and split into two, leaving only a perfect half circle.

Harry snapped his fingers and a small flame formed from the Igni Sign. He stared at the flame for a while before turning back to the common room.

On weekends, he continued to brew potions and hardly ever left his dormitory.

There is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Monday afternoon.

Lockhart learned his lesson from last week and never captured any "evil, scary" magical creatures on his own initiative again.

Instead, he treats the classroom as his stage for performance.

He needed a few little wizards to cooperate with him in acting out the plot in the novel - of course, it was euphemistically called "re-enactment".

The little eagles looked disgusted.

They don't want to do such a shameful thing.

The little lions raised their hands excitedly, eager to try.

This scared Lockhart. Before this, even first-year wizards were not so enthusiastic. Something was wrong, very wrong! He hesitated for a while, and finally chose Neville who did not raise his hand.

This honest and simple-minded guy, who looked like a Hufflepuff who had sneaked into Gryffindor, made him feel most at ease.

For no apparent reason, Neville was forced to play the role of a clumsy snowman.

It was a good performance, he showed off his Lockhart manners and for the first time outside of Herbology, he won fifteen points for Gryffindor.

The little lions surrounded him and left, cheering.

It was difficult for the young wizards from the other three houses to understand why Gryffindor was so enthusiastic and supportive of Lockhart when he was an obvious fool.

The Weasley brothers even wrote a sonnet in praise of Lockhart.

It's so corny.

But Lockhart liked it very much and praised them for their bright future. He even framed the poem and hung it in the classroom for other young wizards to learn from.

until--

They saw the score gems and found that Gryffindor's score was unusually high. It had only been a week since school started and they were already heading for 200 points.

Because of Lockhart?

Upon asking around, it turned out to be Lockhart, who had added more than a hundred points to Gryffindor in just a few days.

Once they found the reason, they soon burst into enthusiastic flattery that was no less than that of Gryffindor House. Lockhart almost floated to the sky, he really thought that he was very loved by the little wizard.

until……

Vice Headmistress McGonagall had to remind him not to add points so frequently, and not to add two or three points just because someone complimented him on how charming Professor Lockhart was.

Lockhart calmed down a little.

The young wizards had to rack their brains to come up with innovative compliments in order to get points from Lockhart.

Friday.

Harry returns from detention with Professor McGonagall.

Ron held a piece of colored paper in his hand and waved it excitedly: "Harry, look, these are the flyers that Wood just handed out."

"Quidditch?" Harry took over.

"The team is recruiting new players." Ron nodded. "I heard from Fred that Wood is very worried about how to find a qualified seeker. His hair is almost falling out. Do you want to give it a try?"

In the first-year flying class, Harry was still the little wizard who received the most praise.

"You can recommend him to try Potter's hair tonic." Harry suggested casually, "It works well."

Great Britain is a country with many bald people.

His cousin Dudley, who was only twelve years old, looked like his Uncle Vernon, with signs of hair loss.

But wizards are different. It is rare to see those with sparse hair. Quirrell is one of them, but his case is special. He has Voldemort planted on the back of his head, which is not a creature that likes humid and hairy environments.

Mr. Arthur Weasley is one of them, but he doesn't use hair tonic, not because he likes the bald hairstyle, nor because he doesn't want to use it...

"He's already using it, but if he can't find a seeker, he'll have to use it for a long time." Ron teased.

"Tomorrow afternoon?" Harry checked the time. "I'll be there."

He was very interested in Quidditch.

I didn’t miss any of the games last semester and have been eager to try.

the next day.

Harry dealt with the lacewings that were still boiling, and headed for the Quidditch pitch with Ron.

Wood frowned.

The few people who came for trial today all performed very averagely. Maybe... with some training, they can become Chasers or Keepers, but they can never become Seekers.

"Harry, are you here for the tryout too?" Fred was the first to notice them.

"I thought you were so busy you'd miss this," George echoed, waving and greeting.

Wood turned around and breathed a sigh of relief: "Porter, I heard from them that you have a good talent for flying. Which position do you want to try?"

"Seeker," Harry answered.

Wood nodded: "Did you bring the broom?"

Harry shook his head; he hadn't bought a broom yet. Although second graders could bring brooms to school, they generally didn't have the chance to fly.

"I'll lend you mine!" Fred said politely. "Although it's only a seven-star broom, it's a good one."

Wood patted Harry's shoulder gently: "Go fly and show me."

Harry got on his broom, kicked off, and immediately flew into the air -

The wind whistled in his ears.

He rode very fast, turning deftly in the air. After flying two circles, Wood gave George a look.

George understood what he meant and also got on his broom and flew into the air.

Fred released the Bludger and immediately threw it at George, who was the closest to him. As an excellent batsman, he reacted quickly and swung his bat hard. The Quaffle immediately turned around and rushed towards Harry.

Very fast.

But this did not pose a threat to Harry, he dodged it easily, and was even able to ride on his broom and play with the Bludgers easily in the sky.

"Okay, Harry, you can come down now." Wood rolled his hands into a trumpet, raised them to his mouth, and shouted, "George, remember to collect the Bludger."

Harry landed.

Wood came over eagerly: "You fly really well! I heard that you are also very sharp? How is your dynamic vision?"

"Not bad," Harry replied modestly.

"Gryffindor needs you." Wood hugged him and said, "How about it, are you willing to join the team?"

"If I didn't want to, this would be in the library." Harry nodded.

Wood excitedly planned for the future: "The first game is in early November. We have a month to prepare. How about starting training next Wednesday?"

Harry shook his head decisively, "I'm afraid not on Wednesday."

Wood was stunned.

"There are detentions from Professor McGonagall," Harry explained simply. "Actually Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are all out of bounds. They are detentions from Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape respectively."

Wood hesitated to speak.

What on earth did he do to provoke the two professors...

"You are indeed a qualified Gryffindor." After a while, Wood managed to say, "Then we can temporarily change it to Tuesday or Sunday, and wait until your detention is over, and then..."

Harry interrupted him: "It may not end."

Wood was stunned.

What does it mean that there is no end...?

"I'm going to have detention for a term," Harry said quietly.

Wood tilted his head back, surprised. "One semester? Gryffindor didn't get that many points deducted."

"You can't tell even if you've been deducted points." Fred leaned over. "Professor Lockhart was very generous to Harry."

"We wrote another sonnet, but it only added five points." George nodded, "But Harry can get ten points for answering a question!"

"If I hadn't seen Professor Lockhart dating a seventh-year Hufflepuff girl last time, I would have thought he liked you."

"Date? With a student?" Angelina, another Chaser on the Quidditch team, leaned over. "Really?"

George nodded eagerly, "Yes, it was Thursday night, after curfew, Fred and I went to the kitchen and saw with our own eyes a seventh year Hufflepuff girl enter his office."

"It's only been a few days since school started!" Angelina exclaimed, "And he's a professor!"

Great Britain's attitude towards "teacher-student love" is rather conservative.

Wood waved his hand: "Okay, this is not the place to discuss gossip, we should continue to select players."

Seeker is the most important and core position of a team.

But other positions should not be underestimated.

One of the Chasers was graduating, and Wood had to find a replacement.

It was not until the evening that Wood reluctantly picked out a few and announced that they would train with the team the next day.

As the captain, he has a lot of headaches, and there are many things outside the court that he needs to deal with.

I didn't know how to explain to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw that they wanted to exchange the use of the Quidditch field - "Harry was in detention for a semester", this reason sounded a bit ridiculous.

But it's not out of place for Gryffindor.

I'm also somewhat relieved.

Fortunately... it didn't conflict with Slytherin's schedule.

Training the next day.

Wood tried to release the Snitch, and within ten minutes Harry found it and caught it quickly and effortlessly.

The training went well.

The only problem was that there was a blinding white light flashing on the sidelines.

According to Gryffindor's replacement Chaser, Alicia Spinnet, a first-year wizard called Colin Creevey had been squatting on Harry for a week and had always wanted to take a picture of him.

But I never met Harry, who was either in the dormitory, in the library, or in the professor's office.

This time, when he heard that Harry was training on the Quidditch field, he rushed over excitedly.

After waiting for two hours, he was finally pulled away by his friend, but still didn't see Harry.

"You should buy a good broom." After training, Wood clenched his fists. "We haven't won the Quidditch Cup for six consecutive years. The last time was when Charlie was here."

"The Nimbus 2001 is the best model."

"Of course, the Nimbus 2000 that came out last year isn't bad either."

Harry agreed. He was not short of money at the moment, and the best broom was indeed necessary.

Return to the common room.

Harry immediately found the address of the broom shop from the advertisement section of the Daily Prophet and asked Hedwig to order one for him. The girl, who had just had a week's rest, was very angry and Harry took a while to coax her.