Chapter 3
The English National Quidditch League
The days pasted quickly for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. In no time they had two days left before their trip to Hogwarts. The three sat in the living room watching tv, as an owl flew in the window, and dropped a letter on top of Crookshanks. The cat hissed, and jumped up, and ran out
of the room. Hermione got up, and picked up.
"Who's it for?" "asked Harry.
"It's for you," "she said, handing it to him.
"What does it say?" asked Ron, as Harry opened the letter.
"Here I'll read it aloud," said Harry.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I would like to congratulate you on doing the best seeker at Hogwarts, and possibly the world. I would also like to ask you if you would like to join the English National Quidditch League. As seeker, and seeing as you are the best we decided ask you. Please owl us with your decision.
Sincerely yours,
Oliver Wood
"So, are you going to do it?" asked Hermione.
"Well, yeah I guess so," replied Harry.
"We better get to bed," said Hermione, "We've got a busy day ahead,"
"Night, Harry," said Hermione.
"Goodnight, Hermione, Goodnight Ron," said Harry as they climbed the stairs to bed.