HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 119 Harry is invited to join the Quidditch team

"Senior Ayers, all of them? So many books!" Hermione Gene Granger gasped in surprise, covering her mouth.

"I can memorize the books I read after just one reading, and I can apply what I've learned to other situations. So I can still complete the quizzes that professors give me," I said with a smile. I really don't have Versailles; that's a fact.

“Senior Ayers, I’m starting to envy you a little.” For Hermione Gene Granger, she always had to memorize books by rote, but she never expected that this senior could memorize a book after reading it only once. She envied my ability.

I was just smiling. I really didn't want to be this reckless; it's all the system's fault. I just wanted to give up.

"Ayers, want to go eat together?" I was having a nice chat with Hermione Gene Granger when Fred suddenly appeared on my left and clung to me.

“Ayers, I think you must be hungry by now.” George appeared on the other side and clung to me.

"Let's go eat in the lobby or auditorium." Why do I feel like the two people clinging to me are a little jealous? Is it not allowed for them to talk to girls?

I walked along with a smile, and the two people clinging to me didn't slow me down at all.

"Um... Ron, look at Ayers and the others." Harry and Ron were having dinner at the Gryffindor table when they saw the four of us walk in.

“I’m used to it. When Ayers is around, the twins always hang on him like this. I’m used to seeing it at home,” Ron replied to Harry while eating a chicken leg.

"I think Senior Ayers is really effortless; I admire his strength." With the weight of the two twins on my back, I felt like I was flying.

“Ayers, we’re waiting for you over here.” Oliver, Percy, and Cedric were all sitting together waiting for the three of us to arrive. The entire Gryffindor table was empty except for our side, and we all sat together.

“Isn’t Ayers a Slytherin student? Why is he sitting at the Gryffindor table?” Blaise Zabini, sitting next to Draco Malfoy, looked at where I was sitting.

Draco Malfoy also looked at me in silence.

“Senior Ayers, is it alright for you to sit here with us?” Although it was her first day of class, Hermione Gene Granger, a freshman, could sense the animosity between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

“No one will say anything if Ayers sits here.” Fred finally stopped clinging to me as I sat down.

“Because he’s strong enough, if any of you could beat him, no one would dare to criticize you.” George got off me and sat down next to me.

"And no one at Hogwarts requires us to sit at other houses' long tables, right?" I tapped the empty table twice, and a bunch of Eastern delicacies appeared on it.

Ron, sitting next to Percy, suddenly felt that the chicken leg in his hand didn't taste so good anymore. The chicken leg that we were eating was different from theirs and looked much tastier.

“Senior Ayers, why are you eating differently from us?” Harry also felt that our group was a bit different, as if we had some kind of privilege.

"Because the house-elves who make these foods treat Ayers differently. Every year during holidays, Ayers remembers to bring them gifts, so they treat Ayers very differently. They rush to make whatever he wants to eat." Cedric, who lives in the Badger Manor next to the kitchen, knows my position in the kitchen best.

"And Ayers is every professor's darling. Every professor is exceptionally lenient with him. You could say Ayers can do whatever he wants at Hogwarts." Oliver was promoted to Quidditch captain this year, and his only regret is that he can't see me on the Quidditch pitch.

If I weren't a Slytherin, he would have dragged me along to play Quidditch with him.

"So many of us in this group play Quidditch, so let's not be so dissatisfied." Oliver's expression was really easy to read; his obsessive personality about Quidditch really left me speechless.

"Quidditch? What's that?" a bewildered Harry asked curiously upon hearing this unfamiliar word.

"Quidditch is a team sport played in the air, a ball game in the magical world where wizards ride flying broomsticks." Hermione Gene Granger, true to her reputation as a know-it-all, had learned a thing or two from books, even though she had never seen such a game.

“But it’s still too early for you guys, isn’t it? You probably haven’t had a flying lesson yet,” Fred said to Harry sitting next to him.

“We don’t have flight lessons until tomorrow.” Hermione Gene Granger had already memorized the schedule perfectly.

"Be careful when you ride the broom." I probably won't be able to see the classic scene between little Harry and the platinum prince tomorrow, because we're not in the same grade.

"I'm really looking forward to it." For Harry, who had never been exposed to the wizarding world before, everything new was of great interest.

The next day arrived quickly. While my twins and I were having our usual Severus Potions class, Harry and Draco were having their flying class.

When we got to the Great Hall after class, we heard Harry and Ron talking about it.

“Harry, you were so cool just now! I never expected you to be so amazing on your first time riding a broomstick.” Ron and Harry talked as they walked to the long table in the hall and sat down.

“I didn’t expect this either, I didn’t know it would be like this, but it felt really easy to ride,” Harry said excitedly to Ron.

"By the way, what did Professor McGonagall want to talk to you about? Was she going to scold you for arguing with Malfoy on your flying broomstick?" Ron asked Harry cautiously, afraid that his headmaster would blame him.

"No, Professor McGonagall came to ask me if I wanted to join the Quidditch team." Harry himself didn't even know what Quidditch was, yet Professor McGonagall had already dragged him into joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Wow, you have to say yes! This is our own school's Quidditch team. This is the first time I've ever heard of a first-year student being allowed into a Quidditch team." Ron was even more excited than Harry about Harry joining the Quidditch team.

"I don't know, I don't even know much about Quidditch myself." Harry himself was hesitant, unsure whether to agree.

“You’ll definitely say yes, because you have a wonderful dad who’s also a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.” Just then, Hermione Gene Granger walked past them with a book in her hand.