The Ministry of Magic employees on the Hebridean Islands were going crazy. They couldn't figure out why the black dragons here were all emerging from their nests at the same time. Tens of thousands of Muggles witnessed this grand spectacle!
One of those black dragons even unleashed an unprecedented dragon breath earlier! The flash was clearly visible from over ten kilometers away!
Could these black dragons be mutating? If such a dragon were to attack humans, it would be a cataclysmic disaster!
Consequently, the Ministry of Magic urgently mobilized, dispatching a large number of personnel to the Hebridean Islands, firstly to erase Muggle memories, and secondly to stand guard against that black dragon whose level was clearly far above XXXXX.
Even Dumbledore was invited over by the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Ironically, the Improper Use of Magic Office remained undisturbed—their detection system was too "advanced". When it detected magical fluctuations near a young wizard outside of Hogwarts, it would first check the area to see if the young wizard was in a wizarding community. If so, it would classify the notification as a false alarm.
This setting, created by Ministry of Magic employees to be lazy, allowed Dana to exploit a loophole. If the Improper Use of Magic Office were more meticulous, they would have discovered that there was a young wizard not within Hogwarts, and Dana would have been in danger of exposure—
But the Improper Use of Magic Office only cared about "improper use of magic", not about young wizards skipping school. Whether or not a young wizard left Hogwarts was Hogwarts's problem, wasn't it? What did it have to do with them?
Dana had perused many books in Hogwarts, but hadn't obtained an accurate answer about the Trace.
He made many guesses himself, but first ruled out the possibility that the Trace was on the wand—because before even entering school, many Muggle-born wizards had tried casting spells after getting their first wand (yes, I'm talking about you, Hermione Granger), and they hadn't received any warnings. Dana's case was even more outrageous; he had even used Avada Kedavra before entering school. If the Trace followed the wand, he should be back in Azkaban by now.
However, now the facts proved that as long as he was active near a wizarding community, the Ministry of Magic wouldn't bother him.
To be precise, the Improper Use of Magic Office would ignore the fact that he was casting spells off-campus. His information was automatically classified as a false alarm by the Ministry of Magic's automatic judgment mechanism.
"Dana! Have you been in the room all day?"
Harry asked Dana across a table full of roast chicken at the Gryffindor long table.
Dana nodded. He just wanted to finish his meal quickly and return to the dormitory to study French.
"Dana, we won the Quidditch game today."
Dana smiled:
"Really? Congratulations, Harry."
Ron was a little indignant:
"You don't know how amazing Harry was! He caught the Golden Snitch in less than a minute! I think he might be more suitable for playing professional games than you!"
Harry quickly stopped Ron:
"Don't talk nonsense, Ron, I'm just a beginner, I'm far from it!"
Dana smiled and stood up,
"Harry, I've finished eating. I need to go back and read. See you tomorrow."
"Ah? Oh, see you tomorrow."
Living in the same dormitory tower and saying goodbye until tomorrow after dinner was always a little strange.
But it didn't seem out of place when it came to Dana.
In the eyes of all Gryffindors, Dana Emrys was a person who was engrossed in books—he probably should have gone to Ravenclaw.
Madam Hooch walked over quickly and stopped Dana:
"Dana, don't leave yet. I have something to tell you."
Dana stopped, turned around,
"Madam Hooch, good evening."
Madam Hooch patted Dana's shoulder:
"Tomorrow at two in the afternoon is the game between the Chudley Cannons and the Holyhead Harpies. You need to participate in this game."
Dana looked puzzled:
"Aren't I a substitute? I thought I'd only get a chance to play if the starting players couldn't?"
Quidditch rules were very strange. Once a team decided on their lineup for the game, no matter what happened on the field, the team couldn't substitute players—even if all the players were knocked unconscious and there wasn't a single player left on the field, according to the rules, you still couldn't bring on a substitute.
"Child, you need to know that the Cannons' current Seeker, Galvin Gudgeon, is just terrible. If you weren't still in school, Coach Ramsey would have replaced him immediately!
Tomorrow is Sunday, and it happens to be game day, so Coach Ramsey has arranged for you to play tomorrow."
Dana scratched his head. He had originally planned to give another speech tomorrow during the day—Wang Wenhui was very capable. In just a few days, he had recruited more than a hundred more people.
Okay, I have to move the speech time to the evening.
[The following is a stream-of-consciousness game description, which can be substituted with scenes from early black-and-white silent films]
Sea of people.
Astonished gaze.
A child?
Teammates' distrust, opponents' ridicule.
The Chudley Cannons are doomed!
Kickoff.
Saw a flash of gold.
Dive.
The Nimbus Two Thousand is much better than the broken broom at school.
Five seconds.
Golden Snitch caught.
One hundred and fifty to zero.
Teammates shocked.
Opponents shocked.
Audience shocked.
Coach Ramsey triumphant.
The boy waved and returned to the locker room.
Go home.
Sunday dinner time.
Harry scanned the long table from beginning to end twice.
As at lunchtime, he didn't see Dana's figure again.
"Ron, Dana didn't come to lunch either, and now he's not here. He'll ruin his health if he keeps reading like this, right?"
Ron refused a chicken leg and replied vaguely:
"What do you care what he does! If you ask me, he must be jealous that you broke the record for catching the Golden Snitch the fastest."
Harry shook his head:
"What's there to be jealous of? Wasn't he participating in the game today? That's a professional game that many people can't play in their entire lives."
Ron put the bone on the edge of the plate and called to Fred on the other side:
"Fred, pass me that bowl of mashed potatoes!"
He scooped the mashed potatoes in front of him before saying to Harry:
"He probably had lunch with the team today, so it's normal that he wasn't at Hogwarts, but he probably didn't come to dinner because he played terribly and didn't have the face to eat.
I told you! He must be afraid that people will say that he's a professional player who's not as good as you, Harry, an amateur beginner, and doesn't have the face to see you!"
Hearing this, Harry felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Of course, he hoped that Dana could win, but it seemed that he wasn't sad that Dana didn't play well… Why did he feel a little bit of pleasure?
The eleven-year-old boy quickly shook his head. No, how could he think like that? Dana would definitely win, definitely!
The next morning, owls brought letters from students' homes and many copies of the Daily Prophet at breakfast.
Ron snatched the newspaper from Percy's hand. As a loyal Chudley Cannons fan, he wanted to know the results of yesterday's game as soon as possible.
He hoped the Cannons would win, but he didn't want Dana to play well—a conflicted mindset.
But Dana was the Seeker, and if he didn't play well, the Cannons' chances of winning were very slim.
Ron quickly found the sports section—
[The Chudley Cannons defeated the Holyhead Harpies, led by Gweynog Jones, 150–0. The team's substitute Seeker, Dana Emrys, played brilliantly, catching the Golden Snitch five seconds into the game.
Five seconds is the closest to the record for the fastest catch of the Golden Snitch in a single game, and the current fastest record was set by Roderick Plumpton in 1921 at three and a half seconds!
But Dana Emrys is only eleven years old this year. His future is limitless, and perhaps in the near future he will break Plumpton's fastest record.
All in all, a new Quidditch star is rising, and what we need to do seems to be to keep our expectations up for him!]
Ron's expression was strange, not quite happy, not quite sad,
He mechanically returned the newspaper to Percy, then lowered his head and stuffed oatmeal porridge into his mouth, one bite at a time. Some porridge dripped down the corner of his mouth, staining his robe, but he was unaware.
There was only one thought in his mind right now—
How could this be???
End of the Chapter.
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