am-books Chapter 35: Sadness and Death
Chapter 35: Sadness and Death
Due to Headmaster Black's ban, Harry didn't know much about Quidditch. Naturally, he was eagerly looking forward to Wood's lessons.
After Wood delivered a lengthy and somewhat disorganized introduction to Quidditch, Harry suddenly asked, "So, has anyone ever died during a match? I mean, considering how high we fly and how often we dodge Bludgers..."
"How could that happen?" Wood replied, looking genuinely surprised. "The worst you might get is a broken jaw or a fractured limb. Even if you fall off, the field is enchanted with protective spells to ensure safety—you definitely won't die."
Harry was now convinced—this was all part of Black's conspiracy.
When Harry demonstrated a sudden dive-stop and a series of high-level maneuvers, Wood's expression shifted. What started as doubt about Harry's flying abilities quickly turned into admiration, and finally, outright confidence.
"This year's Quidditch Cup is as good as ours," Wood said excitedly. "You know, I once saw your dad's name on the Quidditch trophy—James Potter, right? He was a Chaser for Gryffindor."
"I heard from Hagrid that my dad was excellent at Quidditch," Harry replied, his tone brightening.
"Exactly! Flying talent runs in your blood," Wood said confidently. "Now, let's have our young Mr. Potter lead us to victory!"
Although Wood only taught Harry the rules of Quidditch, he didn't insist on Harry attending extra training sessions. To Wood, Harry's talent was so innate that he probably had been flying a broomstick around the yard before he could even walk.
With Hogwarts' schedule not being overly demanding, Harry often found time to relax. However, no class bored him more than Professor Quirrell's stammering, unfocused Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons.
Harry thought.
Sitting at the Gryffindor table, Harry absentmindedly chewed on his sandwich, his thoughts drifting to a plan to explore the dungeons beneath the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom during his free time.
While he was lost in thought, Hermione suddenly let out an excited exclamation.
"Oh my goodness, Harry, Ron!"
She looked as though she had just discovered a new continent. Grabbing both boys, she slammed her small hand onto a thick book.
"What is it?" Ron asked, confused.
Could there be treasure hidden in the book? Otherwise, why would Hermione look so shocked and excited?
"Ever since Hagrid mentioned it, I've been
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