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CHAPTER SEVEN: A TROLL ON HALLOWEEN
HARRY woke up early that morning, they were getting their first quidditch lesson by Oliver Wood. While the twins were probably asleep in bed still.
"Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each team has seven players, three chasers, two beaters, one keeper, and the seeker which is you, Potter." Oliver explained, as he kneeled to the ground and unlocked the box, that held balls for quidditch. He grabs one of them and passes it to Harry who catches it.
"There are three kinds of balls, this one is called the quaffle and now the chasers handle the quaffle and put through one of those three hoops. The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops, trust me so far?" He asked as Harry passed the quaffle back and he caught it, the two nodded.
"I think so?" Harry said, he was quite confused, he lived in a muggle world and did not know anything about the wizarding world.
Harry looked down at the ones that were locked up and said "What are those?" As Oliver nods and kneels to open the locks the ball quickly goes up in the air, Oliver hands a bat, "You better take this." Harry hesitantly takes the bat, and the four look up in the air, seeing the ball come back down.
"Careful now, it's coming back." As Harry waited for it to come down as it came closer, he hit it perfectly, making go directly into between the hole in the statue.
"Not bad, Potter. You'll make a far beater," Oliver complimented Harry with a smirk Harry smiled widely but soon the ball came back, coming back directly towards them, Oliver quickly caught the ball and locked it up.
"What was that?" Harry asked curiously.
"Bludgers. Nasty little Bludgers. But you, Potter, are the seeker," Oliver said, opening the center of the box, as he pulled out a little golden ball. "The only thing I want you to worry about is this. The golden snitch," Oliver said, handing him the golden snitch.
Harry looked around the golden snitch before speaking. "I like this ball." Harry smiled while Oliver had a delightful grin on his face.
"You like it now, just wait, it's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see." Oliver explained with a straight face.
"What do I do with it?" Harry asked curiously.
"You catch it before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game's over. You catch this, Potter, and we win."
Harry nodded understanding, soon the golden snitch opened its wings and went in the air, moving fast, Oliver looked around for it as Harry kept his eyes on it, watching its every move.
