"Harry Potter has taken on the role of the main ball finder for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and he's actually going to play." Roger Davies panted as he ran to the Ravenclaw common room to announce the news to everyone.

"I wonder how good he is?"

"If he wasn't good, he wouldn't have been specially recruited into the team."

"Could it be because of his fame?"

"Of course not! You know that prize display room in the corridor on the left hand side of the fourth floor, where crystal glass cases display trophies, shields, medals and statues, and record the names of all the male and female student presidents of Hogwarts, and on top of that-" Padma Patil, one of the Indian-origin twins, purposely raised her voice to get the the attention of the other Hawk House students, "My sister Parvati in Gryffindor told me that Miss Know-it-all found Harry Potter's father Jaime Potter's name in there as well, who helped Gryffindor get the Quidditch Cup as a ball finder ......"

Luke's expression didn't waver for a second, he naturally knew that Harry was going to be a formidable foe, it wasn't clear just how tough he would be, but Luke would do everything in his power to help the Ravenclaw win, and more than Harry's inherited Quidditch talent from his father he was thinking of the fact that Tom Riddle's name was also being held in this crystal glass case - -Thanks to his excellent grades and outstanding performance, Tom was elected Head Boy in his fifth year and President of the Boys' Student Council in his seventh year. During his time at school, he also won the Outstanding Character Award, the Special Contribution Award, and was awarded the Merlin Medal.

Quiet Luke looked out of place in the common room, which was bustling with activity at the moment, but seemed particularly calm and reliable. Roger couldn't help but ask Luke for his opinion. "Luke, what do you think about Potter being the ball finder?"

"Not much of an opinion, no matter who the opponent is, the victory belongs to Ravenclaw!" Luke's gaze was resolute, revealing his desire for victory.

"That's right, victory will only be ours." Infected by Luke's aura, the players walked out of the common room with a great deal of energy and began to walk towards the stadium's locker room to prepare for the start of today's training.

The next morning was sunny and cold. The tantalising smell of grilled sausages filled the dining hall and everyone was chatting gleefully in anticipation of a good Quidditch match.

As the owls crowded into the large dining room as usual, everyone's attention was drawn to the slender parcel being carried by six long-eared owls. With Harry's previous experience, it was assumed that almost everyone, except for the overly daft Crabbe who once again wondered what it was, had guessed that it was a flying broom - but who could be the owner of this broom?

Seeing the owls approaching, Luke rushed to carry away the food from his own table, and thankfully so, a couple of owls circled down and landed right in front of Luke, their wrapped tails spilling Edward's milk, and Liza Dupin handed Luke the napkin that had been meant for him back in passing, as Edward fumbled and wiped it away - these little wizards haven't hadn't gotten into the habit of relying on magic to fix everything.

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"Oooh, oooh oooh ...... this must be yours ......" Although there were still lingering milk stains on him, Edward was extremely excited to guess what was inside, but only halfway through the sentence did he covered his mouth with a palm and reminded Luke, "Luke, don't open it here, let's go back to the dorm."

Luke readily agreed, it wasn't good to overeat before a workout.

Not far away, Roger had been paying attention to the movements over here, seeing Luke and the others get up, he also jumped up at once, completely lacking the maturity and stability of a senior senior, and quickly followed Luke and Edward.

After answering a simple question back to his own dormitory, Luke opened the package, carved with the North Sea giant demon Kraken tentacles of the broom smooth lines, branching tail, well-maintained, soft and comfortable armrests - it is Luke's "Neptune"!

"My God, Luke, you own a Neptune, it's a concept Neptune!" Roger looked eagerly at the broom.

"Luke, can I borrow the broom to ride after the race?" Edward asked Luke cautiously, although he wasn't too gifted at flying even though he came from a muggle background, it didn't stop him from enjoying the competition.

"Sure, you can ride this this broom for as long as you want after I'm done competing." Luke agreed in a hearty voice before noticing the crotch milk stains on Edward's trousers he frowned lightly and used his wand to help his roommate use to clean up a new one.

"I've never been more certain than I am right now that victory must belong to the Ravenclaw." Roger felt more confident than he had ever felt before, lost in his appreciation of his flying broom he was completely mesmerised by the Neptune in front of him, he spread his hands out to caress it vainly and couldn't help but murmur under his breath, "O my precious broom (JiaSha)."

By eleven o'clock, it seemed that the entire school had arrived in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many of the students had brought monoculars with them, and the seats literally looked like they had been raised into mid-air, but it was still difficult to see the game at times.

Luke, with Neptune in tow, was flanked by Roger and the rest of the team as they made their way to the changing rooms. Everyone felt the need to protect Neptune before the game, it was killer.

"Hey guys, the glory that belongs to us Ravenclaws is coming, we are the best team Ravenclaw has ever had, and Neptune!" Roger glanced eagerly at Luke's broom and continued, "Victory must be ours, the time is almost upon us, so let's all embrace it and wish us luck! Tell me! What are we?!"

"Champions!"

The Ravenclaw Quidditch players followed their own captain, Roger, out of the changing rooms and then towards the cheering pitch, and instead of a hint of fear, Luke felt his blood boil all over his body - he caught a glimpse of Edward in the stands, who had got a huge banner from somewhere that said "Ravenclaw will win", and the names of the seven players were spray-painted in colourful paint around the eagle, the Ravenclaw house symbol.

Worthy of having a professor of magic spells as the dean of the college, smart Ravenclaw did not like the Gryffindor side rely on their own strength stupidly pulling the banner, this time Edward realized the importance of magic spells, they used a floating spell to make it high suspended in the Ravenclaw stands above, fully stretched out the banner with the slightest cool wind gently fluctuating, with a light blue background colour, as if and azure blue sky melted in the The eagle and the names of the seven players on the banner also had a 3D effect, especially the eagle, as if it was about to break out of the sky and spread its wings.

"Look, I want everyone to play fairly and honestly. "Mrs Hockey was the referee, standing in the centre of the pitch with her flying broom in her hand. As soon as the players from both sides had gathered around her, she said.

"Please get on your flying brooms."

Luke straddled his Neptune.

Mrs Hodge blew her silver whistle hard.

Fifteen flying brooms pulled up and rose high into the sky. The race was on.