Chapter 6: Retrieving property, new friends, Malfoy's challenge and flying lessons.
Harry was walking Hermione to dinner after potions.
"I heard and approve of everything you said to Professor Snape," she said quietly to him, "do you think he got the message?"
"I think so. I could see it in his eyes," Harry said, "He is scared to death of me and by extension, you too. I think he will come around. I also think he knows they exist, but is not involved in the rape gangs and will help us find them. My father's map would come in handy. It would certainly help us monitor the castle better. We could use it to catch them in the act and hopefully arrive on the scene before another girl's life is ruined."
"I want a crack at them first Harry," Hermione said sweetly.
"Your wish is my command, my lady." Harry said with a smile at her, "let's find the Weasley brothers and get our map back."
They entered the Great Hall and found seats at their house table for dinner. While eating, Harry and Hermione were watching Fred and George Weasley eating and cutting up with their friends. As soon as the brothers got up to leave, the Potters got up and followed.
They followed the Weasley brothers down a hallway till they were out of site of the entrance to the Great Hall.
"Oi, Fred, George," Harry called out, "Wait up."
The Weasley brothers stopped walking and turned to see who had called out to them.
"Well, Fred," George said, "If it isn't ikle firsties. Should we regale them with our greatness?"
"Well, George," Fred answered, "Let's. If they waist our time, we can always use new test subjects."
"There will be no more involuntary test subjects," Harry said with a wave of his hand while he walked up to them.
"Fred?"
"Yea, George?"
"I can't move."
"Me neither."
They both looked at Harry and Hermione with trepidation in their eyes.
"Now gentlemen," Harry said, "Why we are following you. We want my father's map back."
"What map is that?" Fred asked.
"Who's your father?" George asked.
"The Marauder's map and my father was Prongs," Harry said.
The brothers found they could move their arms. George dug through his pocket and pulled out a folded parchment and handed it to Harry. Harry took the parchment from him and placed a finger in the center.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Harry incanted.
Letters and lines started to appear on the parchment.
The words Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs proudly present: "The Marauders Map" formed on the front of the parchment.
"Mischief managed," Hermione said while taking the map from Harry and placing it in her bag.
"Well met gentlemen," Harry said, "Thank you for the return of my property. We know who you are and that you have a dream of opening a joke shop in the future. While that is a worthy goal, we will not have you testing your products on unsuspecting first and second years. Test them on yourselves or you can pay older students that understand the consequences of testing your products. Make up a standard non-indemnity contract that will protect you from revenge. Make sure they understand exactly what you are trying to do with the product you are testing. Nothing will save you from the Aurors if you permanently hurt someone with your testing. We wish you luck. Good day gentlemen."
Harry and Hermione walked away and as soon as they rounded a corner the Weasley brothers found they could move again.
"Fred?"
"Yea George?"
"Let's not mess with the Potters."
"Good idea."
The Weasley brothers continued down the hall to their destination.
After retrieving the map, Harry and Hermione continued to their quarters, where Harry conjured a wall frame for the map. Hermione opened the map and attached it to the frame with a sticking charm.
"We solemnly swear we are up to no good," She incanted with her finger on the map.
"Remove all students except the Slytherins. Show any other student within three meters of any Slytherin student and show all of the adults," Harry commanded.
Lines formed on the map showing the castle and the locations of every Slytherin student, with an occasional name appearing on the map as it complies with the radius command.
The couple studied the map to make sure the Slytherins were behaving themselves and not ganging up on anyone or have someone cornered where they shouldn't be. The professors were going about their business. They spotted Peter Pettigrew in in the Gryffindor tower and when they looked at the Defense teacher's office they spotted Quirrell and practically on top of him the name Tom Riddle was displayed.
"It looks like everyone is where they should be," Hermione commented.
"So far," Harry agreed.
The two sat at their desks to get their homework done for the evening and then played a relaxing game of wizard's chess before retiring for the night.
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The next morning the couple entered the common room where they picked up Neville and Dora for the trip to breakfast. This morning, Susan Bones along with her friend Hannah Abbot followed behind them to the Great Hall. After Harry's group found seats Susan walked up to them.
"Do you mind if me and my friend sit with you?" she asked.
"Not at all Susan," Harry answered, "How are you Hannah?"
"I'm doing fine Harry," she replied, "thank you for asking and for letting us join you."
"Not at all," Harry said, "Let me introduce the rest of the group. To my left is my wife and soul mate Hermione. Next to her is Sir Neville Longbottom, he is our champion and across from him is my cousin Dora Tonks. Everyone, these two lovely ladies are Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot. Susan's aunt is the head of the DMLE; while I'm not sure what your parents do Hannah."
"My mum runs an apothecary in Diagon Alley, while my dad is a muggle doctor, despite being a pureblood wizard."
"That means he is well educated in the muggle world as well as the magical one," Hermione commented, "I'm very impressed. Harry and I have several degrees in the muggle world as well. We may be young, but we have perfect recall and very high IQ's, so school was uncommonly easy for us."
"Yes," Hannah answered, "It all makes perfect sense now. You guys were all over the muggle news for being prodigies or something. No wonder you taught such a good class yesterday in Potions."
"Thanks," Harry commented, "The hard part for us is making and keeping friends. We relate more to adults than to kids our own age. However, now that we are here, we hope we can be friends with you guys."
"That would be lovely," Susan said, "I have a hard time making friends as well because of who my aunt is."
"Well," Hermione said, "I would love to have a few friends that are girls to talk to and it doesn't make any difference to us who your aunt is. We have our own status problems to deal with. Stick with us and we will teach you how to do magic the right way."
"What does that mean?" Hannah asked.
"It's a way to make your magic work for you without having to do wand movements and incantations," Neville piped up, "Harry and Hermione taught me on the train how to do it and I like it. I have so much better control of my magic now, and it's only the second day of school."
"Okay," Harry said quietly, "Let's finish breakfast and head to Transfiguration. Sit around us in class and we will explain it as we do the lesson Professor McGonagall gives us."
The group finished up breakfast with small talk about their families and things they liked to do for recreation. They all got up as one and headed to transfiguration, with Dora splitting off to her seventh-year class for the morning. Upon arrival at the Transfiguration classroom Harry and Hermione sat at a table near the center of their row while Susan and Hannah sat in front of them so they could hear the anticipated instructions. Neville sat behind Harry. On the desk, in the front of the class, a tabby cat was watching as the students entered the class. Once everyone was seated, the cat jumped from the desk and transformed into Professor McGonagall mid jump. The class broke out in polite applause at her performance, led by Harry and Hermione to show their appreciation of her ability.
"Thank you," the professor said, "That is called human transfiguration and is something you will learn in seventh year. As some of you know, transfiguration is a branch of magic that allows changing one thing into another. As with everything else to do with magic, we will be starting with small simple objects and work our way up to more complex transfigurations as we build up our magical cores."
"The key to transfiguration is to visualize in your mind's eye what you want the end result of your transfiguration to look like," Professor McGonagall instructed, "In this case, we are turning a matchstick into a needle. Both are similar in shape and length. Picture the eye of the needle on one end with a point on the other end. Unlike charms, transfiguration is a more precise magic. You must get the wand movements exactly right, or the spell won't work properly. Practice your wand movements until they become a natural part of you."
Professor McGonagall passed out matchsticks to each student, and then taught the wand movements needed and incantation needed for this transfiguration.
Harry and Hermione each passed their wand over their matchstick and came away with a perfect needle.
Harry whispered to Susan and Hannah, "The professor is exactly right about the key to transfiguration is visualization. You each know what a needle is supposed to look like with a nice shiny point on one end with an eye on the other. Picture the needle perfectly in your mind's eye and when you have it pictured; reach down inside of you until you feel your magical core. Then release your magic to flow down your arm and through your wand. It will feel similar to a stream of water running down your arm when you are in the shower. Don't worry about the incantation or wand movement; just let your magic flow down your arm. When you are ready, point your wand at the matchstick and will your magic to do as you command."
Harry watched as the two girls closed their eyes and their breathing became slow and regular as they reached inside themselves. Almost as one the two girls opened their eyes and touched their matchstick with the tips of their wands and got perfect needles. They both squealed in delight as they accomplish the task. They turned around in their seats and looked at the Potters.
"That felt absolutely wonderful," Susan said quietly, "I didn't know my magic would feel like that. I could get used to this, real easy."
"Me too," Hannah agreed just as quietly so as not to disturb the class.
"That's great you two," Hermione whispered, "You will be limited by your core size until you get older. So, don't try to do too much at once. Take each lesson slow and easy to build up your magical core. That is why the teachers always start out with small objects and work up from there. You still have to learn the wand movements and incantations for the tests, but they aren't necessary to make your magic work for you."
"That's a very astute observation Mrs. Potter," Professor McGonagall said quietly as she walked up to them, "Five points each, for perfect needles and five extra points to you two, for your explanation. Please see me after class."
"Yes professor," They chanted together.
After class the group gathered at the professor's desk.
"You wanted to see us professor," Hermione asked?
"Yes," she said, "do you think it wise to teach that kind of magic to students? You know the ministry won't approve of it."
"We know professor," Hermione agreed, "The ministry is all about controlling what is learned and how it is taught. We understand why they do it as well. It's to keep unscrupulous people from using their magic like we do. The department of Mysteries knows what we know about magic and that is why you must have impeccable scruples to even be considered for work there. Picture someone like Mr. Malfoy being able to cast a deadly spell with his wand hidden up his sleeve. By making everyone learn wand movements and incantations, the other guy has a chance to respond or get out of the way. Some spells are purposely made with complicated wand movements to make them take a while to cast, because they are dangerous spells and the average person would mess them up trying to cast them. Imagine a spell that requires you to draw a pentagram in the air, complete with circle around it. That type of spell would take a lot of practice to get it right. There may be twenty five or more words to the incantation you would have to learn. Now, that type of spell would probably be used for conjuring up a demon or something. With our type of magic, which is the natural way of doing it, not the structured way we are taught in school, that whole process could be reduced to a second or less if the person casting is powerful enough. We will only teach this to someone we trust. We can teach you how to do it if you don't understand how."
"I know the principle behind it and can use it in emergencies," the professor said, "I prefer the structured method though, because I have to teach it. Please be positive about who you trust before teaching them this method, and make sure they learn the structured method as well."
"We will professor," Hermione agreed, "We understand all too well what our method is capable of. Thank Merlin Tom Riddle only knows the structured method that he learned here at Hogwarts."
After leaving the professors office, the couple had a break before lunch so they went to their quarters to check the map and read the chapters assigned by Professor McGonagall before lunch. During lunch Neville received a package from his Grandmother. Inside the package was clear ball about the size of a snitch. He pulled it out of the box and a red mist formed inside the ball.
"Funny," Neville muttered to himself, "I don't think I have forgotten anything."
"What do you have there Neville?" Hannah asked.
"It's a remembrall," Neville said, holding it up, "I don't think I've forgotten anything though."
Draco Malfoy happened to be walking by as Neville was holding up the ball and snatched it from Neville's hand.
"Hey," Neville exclaimed as he turned around to see who stole his Remembrall, "Give that here Malfoy."
Neville held his hand up and summoned the ball back to his hand.
"What's the matter Longbottom," Malfoy mocked, trying to cover his surprise that Neville could do a fourth year spell wandlessly, "forget to put on your underwear this morning?"
"No Malfoy." Neville responded, standing up to confront him, and then snapped his fingers. He looked down and pulled up the legs to his trousers, "I forgot to put socks on this morning, no wonder my toes are cold."
The students around him laughed at his antics while he looked back up at Malfoy.
"I see you didn't forget your hair gel," Neville observed as he reached out and knocked on Malfoy's head with his knuckles.
Everyone could hear a metallic clank, clank, clank sound effect caused by Neville's magic as he taunted Malfoy back.
"Yep, hard as steel," Neville said, "You afraid someone's going to drop a rock on you or something? Better watch out for Peeves, that white hair of yours is like a beacon in the night."
The students laughed louder, causing Malfoy to get redder in the face. He started to draw his wand and stopped when he heard Harry speak up.
"You pull that wand Malfoy and it will be the last thing you do," Harry stated, "You like to dish it out, but you can't take it."
"Fine," Malfoy said, incensed, "I challenge you to a wizards duel, at midnight in the trophy room."
"You're not very smart for a Slytherin," Harry deadpanned, "You must really think I'm stupid if you think I'll fall for that ploy. I know a set up when I hear one. My cousin is a bully just like you Malfoy. He is also as smart as you in that a brick would be considered a computer compared to him."
The muggleborn all broke out laughing at that statement and then explained the term to their pureblood friends who laughed as well. Malfoy had a blank look on his face, having never heard the term before.
"That ploy is one of his favorite ways to get younger children in trouble with their teachers. Dare them to do something they are not supposed to do and then tell a teacher to get them in trouble, while he sits back with a smirk on his face." Harry said, "My advice to you, Mr. Malfoy, is to slither back to your house table and quit trying to provoke fights with others. Otherwise you might get hurt."
Draco drew his wand anyway and as soon as the wand left his pocket it was summoned from his hand by Harry, who was now holding it. Harry got up and walked up to Professor Snape, handing him Draco's wand.
"Maybe you should hold onto this Professor," Harry said, "Some children should not be allowed to play with real wands until they learn some responsibility. A little accidental magic and he could hex his toes off or something taking it out of his pocket."
Harry turned to the students to address them, "A pocket is not really a good place to put a wand. Everyone should have a wand holster to prevent accidents. If you can't afford a holster, a scroll tube would work, or anything round and long enough. Older students already know this from experience. A good holster should be required to go with the wand you bought. For those of you that think your back pocket is a good place to store your wand think again. What happens if you forget it's there and sit on it. That's a good way to snap your own wand. My advice is to owl your parents to buy you each a holster and then learn how to use it properly. Your wand is your life line as a witch or wizard. Without one, you are magically defenseless. It is also a deadly weapon and should be treated as such. Just like a muggle gun, a wand can kill a person accidentally. Unlike muggle guns, which are made for the sole purpose of killing, wands are more versatile and can be a wonderful tool. Treat it like your best friend and you will get a lifetime of use from it."
A lot of students pulled their wands from their pockets during Harry's speech.
Professor Dumbledore had been listening to Harry's speech and stood up to address the students.
"What Mr. Potter said is very correct. Wand safety is very important," he agreed, "That was a very good lesson Mr. Potter. I'm sure Mr. Ollivander will thank you for his increase in business."
"While I am sure Mr. Ollivander might benefit if the students follow my advice," Harry said, "that was not the reason I brought it up. Wands are the same as muggle guns in that they can be considered deadly weapons. You will not find a muggle family anywhere in the civilized world that will purposefully give a loaded gun to a child at eleven years of age. You have to be twenty-one years old to get a permit to carry a concealed weapon, which is what a wand is. Yet, here we are arming children with deadly weapons. I understand that wands are needed for class and we must have them to learn to control our magic. It would be nice if we could take the bullets out of the wand like muggles do with their guns when not needed. That way, no magic could be performed in the halls; accidental or otherwise. Thank you for the compliment sir, but some children are just not responsible enough to be carrying them around all the time."
Harry was looking at Malfoy as he said the last part, and then walked back to his seat to continue with his lunch.
"I'll get you for this Potter," Draco growled, "When my father hears about this, you'll get expelled."
"I hardly think that will happen, Malfoy," Harry said dryly.
He wiped his mouth with his napkin, then turned to face Malfoy again, "Considering Hermione and I own the school. Since we claimed our inheritance, Hogwarts became a privately-owned school and technically, your father works for us on the advisory board and gets paid a salary. My advice to you, as one of the owners, is to listen to your godfather. He will teach you how to become a proper Slytherin. If you buckle down and study hard, pay attention to what he tells you, you might survive to graduate."
Snape perked up a little bit as he heard this. He was a little surprised at Potter's words of respect. He renewed his vow to himself to keep on the Potter's good side and got up to guide Draco back to the Slytherin table before he dug his hole any deeper.
Harry pitched his voice so only Draco and Snape, who was listening, could hear him, "You keep picking fights and going on about how great you are, just because your father says so, you're going to piss off the wrong person and end up having a fatal accident. Looks like I will have to tell you again for it to sink in. Your father sold his soul to his dark lord when he took that mark on his arm. Yes, I know he has it, even if he won't admit it to you. That is strictly taboo to the Creator and he is the only one that has a say so in where your soul ends up after you die. Your father is a dead man walking; he just doesn't know it yet. If you don't want to end up the same as him, listen to your godfather, he loves you despite your arrogant attitude. Your father got where he is today through deceit and murder. Most of your family's gold comes from the dowry your mother brought with her when she was forced to marry your father. It is only a matter of time till he gets caught and then where will that leave you? Think about this and do not contact your father for advice, for he will only get you hurt in the end."
"Listen to him Draco," Snape agreed, "That is good advice. A true Slytherin does not go strutting about advertising how great they are, or how great their father or mother is. They keep their head down and learn as much as they can so they can influence the world from behind the scenes."
"I'll tell you a small secret Draco," Harry whispered, "A true Slytherin would not be in Slytherin house at all. He or she would find a way to get the sorting hat to place him or her somewhere unobtrusive like say, Hufflepuff, where he or she could accomplish their goals without bringing attention to him or herself. No one would suspect a Hufflepuff of being cunning, or ambitious. By the time they graduated Hogwarts, they would have quietly gotten an education, while observing the world around them, making sure they have everything they need to achieve their goals. Before you know it, that person has become the minister for magic, or the supreme mugwump of the Wizengamot and no one saw it coming, because who would have thought this quiet, uninteresting person was actually working behind the scenes to get there. Think about it Draco."
Draco looked at Harry, with his twinkling eyes, then Hermione with her smirk and his eyes widened with understanding as Snape led him back to his table. Snape caught on right away and his respect for the Potter's skyrocketed.
"It looks like he may have finally got it," Hermione sent to Harry over their bond.
"I hope so Hermione," Harry sent back, "he's young enough to change and I don't want to have to kill him a second time if I can help it. I'm hoping we can get all the younger children of Death Eaters to change and not follow in their parent's footsteps. It's too late for the marked parents, but not too late for the children."
Hermione wrapped her arm around his and kissed him on the cheek, and then they returned to their meal. After lunch was finished, the group headed to their next class, which was History of Magic where Harry and Hermione both nodded off before the end of class.
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The next few weeks passed smoothly, with Malfoy behaving himself, mostly, and Professor Snape actually teaching his class properly. He even stopped more than one accident from happening and explained to the students what might have happened if he hadn't caught them in time. Slowly, the students were coming to respect Professor Snape as a good teacher. Even the staff was warming up to him and he was starting to get the respect his position deserved.
Professor Dumbledore was pleased for him and was finally feeling vindicated for keeping him out of prison at the end of the last war. Since Dumbledore hit the wards at number four Privet Dr., he had been behaving as a Headmaster should. After all, he had everything about Harry Potter obliviated from his mind. He felt the wards shift when the first years entered the school and has since learned that Harry and Hermione are the Founder's heirs and the school's owners. He has left them alone and figured that they would come to him when they had school business that needed his attention. Things have been running quietly and he saw no reason to change anything. He had also been quietly watching Professor Quirrell. He knew Quirrell before he went on sabbatical and he didn't have a stutter back then. Something obviously happened to him while he was away. He had his suspicions and that is why he set up the stone in the third floor corridor, to hopefully lure him into reveling himself.
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Shortly into the first week of October, notices went up on the bulletin boards that flying lessons were going to take place on Monday, with the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindor in the morning and the Slytherins and Ravenclaw in the afternoon. All female students were ordered to wear trousers on that day as skirts were inappropriate for flying. It was decided by staff to separate the Slytherin's and Gryffindor's for this lesson to keep the tension down and hopefully prevent accidents.
Harry, Hermione and Neville walked to the quidditch pitch for their lesson in the morning after breakfast. Neville was very nervous about flying.
"You needn't worry Neville," Hermione said, encouragingly, "we will be there to help you."
"I'm afraid I'm going to fall off once I get more than two feet off the ground," Neville said.
"Not going to happen," Hermione said, "The brooms have cushioning charms on them and you can always add a sticking charm if you are worried. Just take it slow and easy. You are our champion and will need to be proficient in flying as well as combat. We will teach you everything you need to know. We trust you Neville; you need to trust yourself that you can do this. You stood up to Malfoy in front of the whole student body in the Great Hall. You can do this Neville."
Neville stood up straighter at her words and was determined to not let his fear of flying get to him. As they arrived at the pitch, Madame Hooch was waiting with brooms lined up on either side of where she was walking up and down in the middle.
"Everyone step up smartly now and stand by a broom," she ordered as they walked in, "When everyone is in position, hold your wand hand over the broom and command it to come into your hand by saying 'Up' while firmly thinking about the broom obeying you."
The students all held their wand hand out, some their left, while most used their right hand to command the brooms to come to their hands. Harry and Hermione's brooms came up immediately while Neville's was reluctant.
"Think about what we told you on the Train Neville," Harry reminded him.
Neville took a deep breath and with a determined look on his face he commanded the broom, "Up!"
The broom rose smartly into Neville's outstretched hand. Ron Weasley's broom smacked him on the nose, causing everyone to chuckle while he rubbed his nose with an embarrassed smile on his face.
"Now that you all have your brooms," Madame Hooch instructed, "Go ahead and mount them. I will check your positions and hand holds."
Everyone mounted their brooms and Hermione showed Neville the proper way to hold his broom while Madame Hooch walked around checking everyone else. When she was finished with her rounds and was sure everyone has a proper grip she instructed:
"When I blow my whistle, push smartly off the ground, rise a few feet, hover for a few seconds and then lean forward on the broom to land again. On my whistle! One. Two. Three."
"Tweeeet."
Her whistle sounded and all the students kicked off the ground and rose a few feet to hover. Harry and Hermione were on each side of Neville as he rose to hovering height, then pushed forward on his broom and landed gently.
"See Neville," Hermione said, "You can do it."
As Hermione was praising Neville, Hannah Abbot's broom suddenly started to rise on its own and no matter how hard she pushed down on the broomstick, it wouldn't cooperate. She rose up to about one hundred feet in the air when everyone heard a loud snap as her broomstick broke in two. Gravity took over and Hannah started falling to the ground screaming loudly when she suddenly felt a pair of very strong arms around her, arresting her fall.
"It's okay Hannah," Harry assured, as he caught her, "I've got you. You're safe now."
She grabbed onto Harry and held on tight, then looked around and asked, "Where's your broom Harry?"
Harry looked down and the whole class was staring at him. Then they watched as Hermione flew up to join him.
"Harry and I don't need brooms to fly Hannah," Hermione explained, "That's why we told Neville we would be here for him. Looks like you were the one that needed help, through no fault of your own."
Harry and Hermione flew back down the ground where Madame Hooch met them and took Hannah from Harry.
"She's not hurt professor," Harry said, "Just scared. Hermione and I own the school and I want you to suspend all flying classes until new brooms can be procured. Contact a broom manufacturer of your choice and get good quality training brooms for your classes. The safety of the students comes first and foremost. Cost is not a factor as there is no price you can put on a child's life. We want the best for our students and Professor McGonagall has a business account at Gringotts for the school that has unlimited funds for Hogwarts."
The students cheered for the Potters when they heard this and started talking amongst themselves.
"Thank you very much Mr. Potter," Madame Hooch said, "I've been trying to get new brooms for years and I've always been told there isn't enough in the budget for it."
"Things are going to change around here," Hermione said to her, "This school is supposed to be the premier school of magic in Europe. We intend to make sure it lives up to its reputation. There will be equality for all the houses or the house system will be done away with. We will be adding classes and hiring new Professors to teach them."
"Hermione and I haven't really talked about this yet, but how many magic schools are there in England?" Harry asked.
Madame Hooch thought, "Let's see. There are several smaller regional schools for children that either can't afford Hogwarts, or their parents didn't want to send them to a boarding school, probably six or seven at least."
"Do all of the schools play quidditch?" Hermione asked, catching on to Harry's idea.
"As far as I know," Madame Hooch replied, "Why?"
"We were thinking that since muggle schools compete against each other. Why can't we?" Harry asked, "Following their example, we could have more matches than we do with inter-house games, which is a cause for conflict within the school. Why not bring the houses together to qualify a quiddich team to represent Hogwarts as a whole? Give something for the whole school to root for, to bring unity for once by having members on the varsity team from each house. You could also qualify a backup team in case someone is ill during a match and can't make the game."
"That sounds like a good idea, if we can pull it off," Madam Hooch agreed.
"You have our permission to look into it," Hermione added.
"Study the muggle interschool athletic schedules to see how they do it and let us know if you need any help," Harry suggested, "It probably wouldn't be a bad idea for you to train any prospective students on how to ride their brooms for each position and then purchase appropriate brooms for those positions. Hire assistants if you need them. You could also have junior teams for the younger students say third year and under. This way you will have more matches and more students involved in quidditch."
"Thank you Lord Potter," she said, "You have given me a lot to think about and maybe put some life back in these old bones."
"Good luck," Harry said.
The Potters and other students returned to the castle to have lunch before their afternoon classes started. It didn't take long for what the Potters talked about with Madame Hooch to spread around the school.
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