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CHAPTER SIX: THE THREE-HEADED DOG
"HAVE YOU HEARD HARRY POTTER'S IS THE NEW GRYFFINDOR SEEKER? I always knew they'd do well," a ghost named Nearly Headless Nick said, talking to another ghost who was a woman.
"Following his father's footsteps, I see." The other ghost said as Nearly Headless Nick nodded.
"Indeed."
Ron, Atlas, and Charlotte followed behind who smiled happily.
"Seeker? But first years never make the house team," Ron told them excitedly with a smile, Harry smiled happily with them.
"You three must be the youngest quidditch players—," Ron said, smiling widely for his friends. Fred and George behind them grinning, but the group didn't even notice.
"In the century." Harry reminded him, as they continued walked.
"According Minnie," The twins said in unison. The group continued to walked as Fred and George finally caught up with them.
"Hey, well done, Harry. Wood just told us," Fred said, standing beside Harry, as he looked up at the two Weasleys twins.
"Fred and George are the teams too. Beaters," Ron explained. As George began to point at them.
"It's our job to make sure you don't bloody up too bad, can't make any promises though of course. Rough game, Quidditch," George said as he smirked, looking at Fred.
"Brutal. But no one has died in years, someone will vanish occasionally." Fred said jokingly, making Harry's eyes widened, terrified.
"But they'll turn up in a month or two!" George yelled jokingly, as Charlotte and Atlas chuckled.
"Oh, go on Harry. Quidditch is great, best game there is, and you'll be great too." Ron reassured him, as Hermione followed up behind them quickly.
"But I've never even played quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" Harry questioned, he was very nervous.
"You never rode a broom before and look at you—" Charlotte said as she stopped.
"You're amazing at riding it for first timer," Atlas finished the sentence. Charlotte nodded in agreement, she believed Harry had nothing to worry about, he is amazing at riding a broom.
"You won't make a fool of yourself, it's in your blood." Hermione informed him, making the group confused.
They followed Hermione to this case of quidditch players, stating their name and their role. She pointed at the glass, showing Charlotte and Atlas's father name as well as Harry's, she smiled at their awe reaction.
