Chapter Twelve
September 1, 1991
Oliver Wood smiled.287Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7cFNB09Ul2
'Quidditch is a game that has a long history. There's the Quaffles; there's the Beaters; there's the seekers. That's you, Harry. Your father, James Potter, was a Gryffindor seeker a long time ago. In short, you must catch the Golden Snitch, that's 150 points to win the game. Do you understand?', Wood asked him.
'Yes, I think so', Harry answered.
And Wood nodded.
After the demonstration ended, they headed back to the Gryffindor Common Rooms.
'Password', the Fat Lady said.
'Pig snout!', Wood said.
The gilded door opened, the the two wizards went through it, and into the warm room, where several Gryffindor students were reading, or being prepared for lessons for the rest of the morning.
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