Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 61 The Lioness and Snakes' Court Challenge to Quidditch

After hearing Harry's words, Wood remained expressionless, but a hint of annoyance rose in his heart.

You should know that Wood is a Quidditch fanatic.

He joined the team as a backup goalkeeper in his second year, was promoted to the starting goalkeeper in his third year, and was elected head coach in his fifth year. The team members and Mrs. Hodge discussed and decided to put Wood in the top position. He was truly a hero who was devoted to Quidditch and whose heart was with the football field.

Since becoming head coach, Wood has poured all his energy into the three gold rings and the broom, often practicing Quidditch World Cup tactics to teach his students.

Having heard such a flawed argument, how can I swallow this insult?

He said firmly, "Harry, we're using the Eagle Head formation, even the Quidditch World Cup teams use it."

"There is absolutely no problem with that."

Harry laughed after hearing his words, "What eagle-head attack formation? It's all about protecting the head and not the rear."

As the two were talking, the seeker accidentally fell to the ground, and all the players also got off their brooms.

Upon seeing Harry, a woman named Angelina exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, is Harry Potter also here to try his luck at finding the ball?"

Fred put down his bat, wiped his sweat, and said, "I saw you a long time ago, Harry."

"What are you talking about with Wood?"

Wood said in a muffled voice, "We were talking about tactics. Harry thinks our tactics are full of flaws."

Fred and George, both of whom loved a good show, cheered when they heard Harry say that the tactic was full of flaws.

"I believe the Lion King! The Lion King can never be wrong!"

"I told you long ago, Wood, it's completely pointless for you to call us in every morning to talk about tactics."

A female chaser named Alia couldn't help but chime in, "That's right, we have to come to training at 5:15, so I have to get up at 4:00."

Ron, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned. "It takes an hour to wash up? I don't even spend an hour washing up in a whole week."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Girls should be more refined."

"Oh, alright, Harry." Wood puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms. "Then could you please tell me where the flaws are?"

Harry didn't refuse, but pointed at Angelina's three pursuers and said, "These three are very brave when they charge, but they only care about moving forward and fighting on their own, and none of them are protecting the rear."

"If we simply send someone to flank them from the side and sever their connection, wouldn't they all be trapped like turtles in a jar?"

Angelina initially listened casually to these three things, but after hearing them all, she began to ponder them.

Harry added, "And these batters, they're so focused on fighting and grabbing at the front that they've forgotten their job."

Fred and George, unconvinced, retorted, "Harry, you need to understand that the batter's job is to chase away the wandering ball."

"That's right, Harry, you must not have watched our game closely. We beat the wandering ball so badly that it could only chase after the opponent."

Harry shook his head and said, "My brothers, you are mistaken. A batter is not only there to harass the enemy, but also to protect his own home ground, just like a shield bearer or archer in the army."

"My two older brothers were only concerned with having fun, randomly launching those 'running balls' into the enemy lines, leaving their own goal empty. Wasn't that a miscalculation?"

Harry sharply criticized the team's weaknesses, pointing out all their flaws, leaving everyone speechless.

Back in Liangshan, Harry had also learned strategy from the strategist Zhu Wu. That half of "The Art of War" was passed down orally from Zhu Wu.

Harry was a fierce general who fought amidst thousands of troops, and he remained calm and composed even in the face of overwhelming forces.

Now, with a dozen or so boys arranged in a small space, it's as easy as children playing with sand.

"Harry!" Wood's eyes lit up, and he quickly grasped Harry's hand. "You absolutely must take the Seeker's position."

"Even if that doesn't work out, you can be our coach!"

Wood was a man of great capacity. Knowing that Harry's words were all true, he didn't care even if he was criticized harshly, as long as he could bring such a wise man under his command.

Harry was pleased to see that he was an open and honest man, and quickly cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "I hope you don't mind my words, brother."

"No, this is no exaggeration, you're absolutely right," Wood said sincerely. "Harry, I really want to improve."

"Last year our house suffered a complete defeat. These days, when I encounter Slytherins, I can't even get a bite out of them."

Fred handed over Comet 7, saying, "Come on, let's try flying it up into the sky."

Harry took the broom, straddled it, and flew into the sky, feeling completely at ease.

Seeing this, Wood waved his hand, instructing his men to release the Golden Snitch.

The Golden Snitch dodged through the air with incredible speed, but it couldn't last more than ten minutes before Harry caught it.

"Excellent! Catching the Golden Snitch in just over ten minutes, even without obstacles!" Wood clapped his hands. "Gryffindor hasn't encountered such a talented Seeker in years!"

"Harry, you absolutely must join my team."

Before Harry could reply, a great commotion erupted from the outer world.

Looking closely, I saw several people dressed in green robes and carrying brooms rushing towards me.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Wood's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward, shouting, "Flint, what do you mean by this?"

"I've booked the entire court today; only Gryffindor students are allowed in!"

"Is that so? But I have Professor Snape's approval." The crooked-mouthed man called Flint grinned wickedly. "He allowed us to come to the field to train our new Seeker."

"A new Seeker?" Wood frowned. "Where?"

The six Slytherin men stepped aside, and Draco stepped forward triumphantly. "That's right, it's me."

Upon seeing this, Harry shouted, "You son of a bitch! You bastard, why are you following me again!"

When Draco saw Harry and his two companions, he was terrified. "Scarhead?! What are you doing here?"

Ron couldn't help but sneer, "Ha, what a coincidence, Harry just became our Gryffindor team's new Seeker."

When Draco saw Harry, he felt an intense, burning hatred. Remembering his father's snarling letter, he wanted nothing more than to devour Harry alive.

Damn scarhead!

If it weren't for him, I would have thrown that stupid notebook to the Weasleys long ago!

His anger flared, and he shouted, "Dare to have a match? The loser will voluntarily give up the training ground to the winner for a month!"

Flint was startled upon hearing this and was about to speak when Draco whispered, "Don't worry, they're even using the Comet series."

"My dad is sponsoring our Slytherin team with Nimbus 2000s, which will arrive in a few days, and there will be no limit to those muscle-building potions."