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"You're kidding me?" Harry said, filled with shock.
"No," Rowena Ravenclaw replied. "I am not kidding you. I would think that your studies and your wellbing would come before some silly defense club when us Founders, could teach you more than they ever could."
Harry frowned and continued to argue, "I get your point there, but why do I have to quit Quidditch?"
"Because, you don't have time for some silly sport." She said shortly.
"But it's not a silly sport!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. Harry started to pace around the Founder's Study and he ran a hand through his hair before turning back to the Founder's portraits.
He was breathing heavily and he was starting to get angrier and angrier as he heard of the things that he would not be allowed to do anymore.
"Just because you need to teach me more stuff that can save my life, dosen't mean that I should quit stuff that I can barely live without." He said forcefully.
Rowena rolled her dark blue eyes and she replied sharply, "What would you rather do Harry, learn how to kill Voldemort or to lose a Quidditch match?"
Harry's retort was lost in his mouth but he still made a sound of protest as Rowena insulted his favorite sport in the world.
She cocked an eyebrow and let a small smirk to fall over her face.
"Now Rowena," Godric started cautiously. "I understand your intentions, but do you really need the boy to quit his extra-curricular activities."
Rowena turned towards Godric in his frame next to her's and he quickly looked away, cowering from under her intense glare.
Harry had finally un-stuck his throat and he turned to Helga and he tried smiled softly at her, hoping that his plan would work.
"Helga," He started softly. "can you try and reason with her? I mean, you're so nice, and persuasive..."
Out of the corner of Harry's eyes, he could see Salazar roll his eyes and mutter, "A Slytherin if I ever saw one..."
Harry frowned and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," He replied sarcastically. "except for the fact that a good Gryffindor would try and trick old Hufflepuff here to argue with her best friend of over five hundred years."
Harry gave Salazar a short glare and snapped, "I just don't wanna quit Quidditch, alright?"
"Quidditch it a silly little sport that just causes failure for one team and an arrogance boost for the winning team." He barked out. "Also, it's a complete waste of time!"
Harry's eye narrowed slightly and he spat out, "Quidditch is not a waste of time! It's a sport that tons of people like."
"It a useless, pitiful waste of brooms." Salazar retorted coldly.
"No. It's. Not." Harry forced out angrily.
"Yes, it is-" Salazar snapped, his eyes narrowing to slits as he glared at Harry from within his portrait.
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