Harry Potter with Technology System Ch110- The Game Begins!

Ch110- The Ga Begins!

The audience went wild, their cheers echoing off the castle walls. Following Harry's broomstick was a serpent, shimring in green and silver, enhancing the spectacle. Floating above him, the Slytherin Crest, made of light, appeared in the air with Harry beneath, triumphantly holding the golden Snitch.

"Slytherin won the first ga of the season, in 3 seconds! The new Seeker showed everyone that he might be a first year, but he is no amateur!" Lee Jordan continued, his voice filled with a mix of awe and excitent.

In the VIP section, influential witches and wizards, initially surprised, now burst into applause, their faces alight with admiration. Whispers of 'Harry Potter, the prodigy Seeker,' and 'Did you see that flip?' filled the air. The Nimbus Racing Broom Company representatives, in particular, were visibly thrilled, seeing their investnt pay off spectacularly.

On the Gryffindor side, Oliver Wood's expression was one of shock and envy. The Gryffindor team, dejected, looked blank. They couldn't even score one goal.

In the Slytherin section, the cheers were deafening. Daphne and Tracey were jumping up and down, their faces alight with pride. Malfoy, Zabini, and Nott looked on, their initial disbelief now turned into smug satisfaction.

Professor McGonagall, perched on the edge of the teachers' stand, couldn't hide her shock and a hint of envy as she watched Harry Potter, the newest sensation of the Slytherin Quidditch team. How she wished he were wearing Gryffindor's colors. Beside her, Professor Snape wore a smug expression, his initial skepticism about Harry's participation in the ga now replaced by a sense of vindication. He had doubted the wisdom of allowing a first-year student, especially one as smart as Harry, to waste his ti in gas when he could study. But as he watched Harry's performance, Snape realized that this was not just a whimsical pursuit of a teenager; Harry had a plan, and he had the capability to execute it flawlessly.

Madam Hooch, still reeling from the shock of what she'd just witnessed, managed to gather her composure. Blowing her whistle, she declared in a voice that struggled to hide her astonishnt, "Winner: Slytherin. 150 and nothing." The announcent only intensified the cheering from the stands, especially the Slytherin section, where the jubilation reached fever pitch.

The press, scattered around the pitch with their Quick-Quote Quills and caras, were capturing every mont. This was not just a regular Quidditch match; it was an event that would be talked about for years to co. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, had turned a Quidditch match into a display of sheer talent and showmanship.

"How is this for showing off, Nigel?" Harry asked internally, a sly grin on his face, the crowd's cheers still echoing in his ears.

"Master Harry, you exceed my every expectation. Here I thought you couldn't be more showy, and yet you prove wrong," Nigel's voice responded in Harry's mind, tinged with a mixture of amusent and disbelief.

Harry chuckled silently, feeling the thrill of his achievent. He opened his palm, and his custom-made Nimbus 2000, as if responding to an unspoken command, flew gracefully into his hand. Standing on his broomstick, Harry floated around the pitch once, basking in the adulation, then flew away, leaving a trail of green and silver sparks in his wake. "This was easy," he thought to himself, his confidence soaring as high as he was.

"Of course, it was easy when you had a cheat like ," Nigel chid in, his voice carrying a hint of pride and sarcasm.

Harry smirked, "Like I said before, everything is permissible in the ga of power and influence."

As Harry flew back towards the castle, the energy from the Quidditch pitch seed to follow him. His mind was already racing with the next steps, the new opportunities that this ga had opened up for him. His performance on the Quidditch field was not just a show of physical prowess; it was a strategic move in the complex chess ga of Hogwarts politics.

Nigel's voice, always ready with a witty remark, added, "Well, Master Harry, I dare say you've just set a new standard for Quidditch at Hogwarts. How do you plan to top this in your next ga?"

Harry chuckled, a plan already forming in his mind. "Topping it? You got it wrong, Nigel. I will not do such a thing. Instead, I will do the opposite."

Nigel, his tone laced with curiosity, probed further. "No? Do tell, Master Harry."

Harry, walking through the empty corridors of Hogwarts, his footsteps echoing softly, elaborated on his strategy. The distant cheers from the Quidditch pitch were still audible, a testant to his recent triumph. "It's all about managing expectations, Nigel. If I perform spectacularly in every ga, it will beco mundane, expected. But if I occasionally pull off sothing extraordinary, interspersed with more average performances, it creates a sense of unpredictability. People will be drawn to my gas, eager to witness those monts of brilliance."

Nigel, understanding Harry's approach, responded in his typical fashion. "Ah, the art of keeping them guessing. A classic tactic. Keep them on their toes, eh?"

Harry nodded to himself, pleased with Nigel's comprehension. "Exactly. It's about crafting a narrative, a story where I am the unpredictable hero. This way, I maintain intrigue and interest around my persona."

Arriving at the kitchen, Harry was greeted by Tweak, the Slytherin House Elf, whose big eyes widened even further in surprise. "Sir Potter! Welco!" Tweak exclaid, his head tilting curiously. "Aren't you supposed to be at the ga?"

Harry, still riding the high from his Quidditch triumph, chuckled lightly. "The ga's over, Tweak. But it's left quite famished. Could you whip up sothing for ?"

Tweak, ever the diligent house elf, nodded vigorously, his large ears flapping. "Of course, Sir Potter! Right away, right away. Tweak be preparing sothing delicious now!" he said.

As Tweak busied himself, Harry settled into a chair, watching the elves move around the kitchen with remarkable agility. Nigel, never one to miss an opportunity for comntary, spoke up in Harry's mind. "You do realize, Master Harry, that after today's performance, your life at Hogwarts will never be the sa. You're not just a student anymore; you're a spectacle."

Harry smirked at Nigel's observation. "That was the plan, Nigel. The whole reason was this."

Nigel's voice carried a hint of mirth. "Oh, I'm all for a bit of excitent, but be prepared for the attention, both wanted and unwanted. You've just painted a rather large target on your back."

Harry watched as Tweak brought over a plate of steaming food, the aroma filling the kitchen. "Thanks, Tweak. This looks fantastic," he complinted, picking up a fork and diving in.

Tweak bead with pride. "Tweak be happy to serve Sir Potter. Tweak be hope you like it!"

Harry sat in the kitchen, savoring his al. The flavors of the food, ticulously prepared by Tweak, were delightful, yet his mind was already plotting his next moves.

"I was known for my academic excellence, and now I excel in sports as well. People who saw rely as a nerdy morizer, perhaps slightly adept in spellcasting, will now reconsider their views," Harry mused in his mind, a forkful of food paused mid-air. "This notoriety is essential for securing the title of Serpent of the Crown. While the exact criteria for selection by the Room are still unclear, Selena hinted that the most fitting Slytherin would be chosen. Fa, cunning, magical prowess, intelligence - I'll demonstrate them all. Once I gain the title, I'll wield control over Slytherin, extending my influence to the other houses. When I establish a certain influence in the whole school, our journey in the ga of politics will truly begin."

Nigel chid in Harry's mind, "Ah, the ambitious mastermind at work. A comndable strategy, Master Harry. But do rember, with great power cos great danger- and a fair share of headaches."

Harry smiled faintly, acknowledging Nigel's cautionary words. "True, Nigel. But power is a necessary tool to shape the future I envision. And as for headaches, well, that's what potions are for, aren't they?"

Nigel, unable to resist a quip, replied, "Ah, yes, the potion for headache relief. One of Hogwarts' unsung heroes. But do tread carefully, Master Harry. The path of power is fraught with pitfalls."

Harry nodded in agreent with Nigel's warning, his mind sharp and alert despite the exhilarating day. "I've read enough Greek tragedies to know what hamartia can bring. But I have you, Nigel, my ever-watchful eye," he said, his tone laced with a mix of confidence and reliance.

Nigel responded, his voice carrying a proud yet sarcastic undertone, "Indeed, you have , the beacon of wisdom in your sea of ambition. Just rember, even the brightest beacon can't save a ship determined to crash against the rocks."

Harry chuckled softly at Nigel's characteristic wit as he thanked Tweak for the al and left the kitchen. The once-empty corridors of Hogwarts were now abuzz with students, their conversations revolving around the day's sensational Quidditch match.

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