-Departement van magiese Sport van Suid-Afrika, by die kantore van die Zwerkbal liga van Suid-Afrika en Suidwes-Afrika, die gobstones amptelike klub, die departement van besems regulasies, en die kantore van alle Zwerkbal spanne van Suid-Afrika en Suidwes-Afrika.- said the neutral woman voice announcing that François and his workmates had arrived to his destiny.
-Morning, François, said to him a man called-Bok
-Morning, Bok, what's up with those informs on the Quidditch League?
- It looks bad, it seems that the Windhoek Adler go first in the league thanks to a combination of broom sabotage, tortures, and corruption of officials of the league, but it's not sure, the accusers, the Cape Town Quafflepunchers are known for celebrating their victories flying outside the legal restricted limits by the ministry and over the muggle towns, if Pretoria knows it, we're fired.
-Wow , said the other, it seems that we will never have a quiet season, last year was the same, wasn't it?
-Yeah, with other teams, but same at the end.
-OK Mate, Precisely now I have to contact the referee's board to see who wants to arbitrate a match between those too, you know, it's a Quidditch classical game here in the country.
After another flare-up of asphyxia in which Harry didn't almost can breath, both mother and son appeared themselves in the Outisdes of the Vensterburg Pre-School of Magic, and after a loving kiss of his mother, Harry entered the school without knowing what would be of him after the end of the day.
- Please children, pay your most attention to me today, because today is the last day of the course and today is the most important lesson of it. We're going to learn about Harry Potter, the boy who lived, anyone knows what is Godric Valley?- Said Chloé, a tanned, long hair Jew South African women of Muggle origin who had escaped Fascist France during the occupation by part of Germany with only two days and that demonstrated its first signal of magic power in her blood at three months, making a toy coming to her when she did can't had it with his hands.
Godric Valley... thinked Harry, this name was strangely familiar to them, he even did associate Halloween to that name, not knowing why, and he also had the memory of a Broom in it.
-Yes teacher¡ Said Alexander- A Coloured white of a half-black half-white family. It was the place where Harry Potter Survived to the attack of Lord Voldemort (in SA, the name did not suscite any reactions like in Britain) and their parents got killed by him.
In this moment, another glance of memories came out to Harry's mind, the young, blonde , and slim guy that didn't know who was he because a charm for changing the colour of his hair had been changed also when she was delivered to Pienaar's. He remembered a scream, just a scream, he was not sure if it was from male or female, but it was very defined.
-Bramsten... BRAMSTEN¡ could you stop to play with your Filibuster bengals and pay attention to me, if you want to have a Notable mark this time you will have to pay attention.
-Oh , teacher, I just think that I will automatically had this mark because i always make noticeable myself in clase-said he, and a general laugh flooded the class.
-Well, seems you are already on holidays but today I must tell to all to you, my children, that we might have the boy who lived here.
The moment was coming and Harry Remembered another thing, a green light flash, with the moments passing, something very strange was occuring in Harrys mind.
-Bramsten, come here, told Chloé to Harry, for knowing how to welcome the boy who lived, you must know how to cast the magimorphic charm, I am one, so I will make it to you, right?
Even if he was shy for that things, Harry walked slowly till the place where the similing teacher was and stood quietly.
-Magimorphia¡- Said Chloé, and Harry started to feel a bunch of sensations in his body, something was surgeing in his front, his hair was turning black at the mirror, his eyes green.
He saw Harry Potter reflected on the mirror.
On He.
Something very painful was succeding in Harry's mind.