The Rebirth of Harry Potter

The weather today was even colder than yesterday.

When Harry woke up in the morning, a thin layer of condensation had formed on the window.

Even though the walls and windows blocked most of the chill,

The cold still managed to creep in.

Except for Harry,

Everyone else was still snuggled up in their warm blankets,

Deep in sleep, lost in pleasant dreams.

Even Ron, mumbling in his sleep,

Smacked his lips as if he were dreaming of something delicious.

At this hour, the air felt heavy with frost,

And even breathing was harder during his morning run.

By the time Harry warmed up and returned to the dormitory,

He wasn't surprised—

When he left, there were a few people still in bed.

Now, there were still the same few people in bed.

"Get up already!" Harry shouted,

"It's time for breakfast!"

Someone mumbled sleepily,

"It's too cold… just let me sleep a little longer…"

The moment they heard the word cold,

Everyone instinctively curled up like worms,

Wrapping themselves even tighter in their blankets!

Harry: (⊙o⊙)…

With a sigh, Harry slowly pulled out his wand.

"Snowball, snowball."

Four perfectly round snowballs materialized in the air—

And dropped right into the warm blankets,

Rolling straight into their collars!

Being the kindhearted person he was,

Harry gently closed the door,

Careful not to wake his peacefully sleeping dormmates.

No need to thank me.

You can call me Red Scarf.

Suddenly—

A series of horrifying screams echoed throughout Hogwarts,

Lingering for a long, long time.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room…

Hermione was comfortably settled by the warm fireplace,

Reading peacefully—

Until the bloodcurdling cries from the boys' dorm startled her so badly,

She nearly dropped her book.

"What on earth is happening in the boys' dormitory?!" she gasped.

In other dormitories,

Boys from different houses felt a sudden, strange chill down their spines.

Hogwarts: The Rumor Mill Begins…

Students whispered among themselves,

Trying to make sense of the eerie screams.

"I think I know what happened…"

A boy spoke confidently,

His tone filled with mystery.

The others leaned in closer,

Curious about his theory.

"It must be a magical creature!" he declared.

Someone frowned in doubt,

"What does that scream have to do with magical creatures?"

The boy smirked knowingly,

Twirling an imaginary feathered fan in his hand.

"Because," he said dramatically,

"I read that this type of creature… absolutely LOVES attacking men's—"

"Backsides."

The entire group suddenly went pale.

"Wait, wait, wait—ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

A deep sense of horror settled over them.

If that thing is in the dormitory…

How the hell are we supposed to sleep at night?!

The Power of Hogwarts Gossip…

The moment students flooded out of their dormitories,

The rumor exploded.

And within just a few minutes,

It had spread like wildfire,

Twisting into something even worse.

Breakfast Time…

While Harry was eating,

He overheard a group of students talking nearby—

"Did you hear? Something crazy happened in the first-year boys' dormitory this morning!"

"What happened?!" the other student leaned in excitedly.

The first one lowered his voice,

"I heard that… except for Harry Potter, who went running early this morning…"

"EVERY. SINGLE. BOY. IN THAT ROOM… GOT VIOLATED!"

"WHAT?!"

The other student gasped in disbelief,

But at the same time, his face lit up with curiosity.

"I didn't believe it at first either,"

The storyteller whispered dramatically,

"But I heard someone actually saw a bunch of first-year boys…**"

"Running out of the dormitory…"

"PALE AS SHEETS, HOLDING THEIR PANTS UP."

"…"

Harry, who had been sipping his pumpkin juice,

Nearly choked to death laughing.

Quickly shoving a few more bites of breakfast into his mouth,

He rushed out of the Great Hall before he completely lost it.

Harry was on his way to see Professor McGonagall,

To tell her his decision.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

Pushing the door open,

Harry saw Professor McGonagall, sitting at her desk,

Her square-framed glasses perched on her nose.

When she saw Harry,

She paused for a moment, then quickly composed herself—

"Have you made up your mind?"

Her voice carried a hint of tension and urgency.

"Yes, I've decided to join the Quidditch team!" Harry said firmly.

"Excellent."

Professor McGonagall stood up,

Her lips curving into a rare smile—

"Your father would have been proud of you."

"He, too, was an outstanding Seeker."

She spoke lightly,

As if trying to keep the mood casual—

"Honestly, I was expecting you to turn me down."

"I didn't think you'd actually agree."

Of course, Harry wasn't about to tell her

That his sudden change of heart

Was because of a certain girl he met yesterday.

Meeting Oliver Wood

Unexpectedly,

McGonagall didn't stop there.

Instead, she led Harry directly to the classroom of Oliver Wood,

The Gryffindor Quidditch captain.

Introducing them, she said,

"This is first-year Harry Potter."

"The Seeker I mentioned to you a few days ago."

Then, turning to Harry, she added—

"Harry, this is Oliver Wood, your team captain."

Wood was a fifth-year student,

Tall and solidly built,

With a commanding presence.

Hearing McGonagall's words,

Wood's face lit up with excitement.

"Fantastic! We finally have a Seeker!"

After introducing them,

McGonagall left,

Leaving Wood to explain the team's training schedule to Harry.

They agreed to begin practice the next day,

Then parted ways to head back to class.

Hermione's Suspicion

That evening, during dinner,

Hermione found out about Harry's sudden decision.

Try as she might,

She couldn't figure out

Why Harry had changed his mind so abruptly.

That Night – The Boys' Dormitory

Later that night,

Harry took out the broomstick from under his bed.

The brown paper wrapping was still intact.

With a swift motion,

Harry untied the string and shook the package open.

A sleek, finely crafted broom rolled onto his bed.

"Wow…"

A voice gasped from beside him.

Among all the boys in their dormitory,

The one most obsessed with Quidditch was, of course, Ron.

And naturally,

The one who had just spoken was also Ron.

His eyes sparkled,

Glued to the gleaming broomstick,

Yet he hesitated before speaking—

"Can I… touch it?"

Harry chuckled.

"Of course."

Ron immediately grabbed the broom,

Turning it over in awe.

It was a stunning piece of craftsmanship.

With sleek, elegant lines,

A polished redwood handle,

And a long, perfectly trimmed tail of twigs.

As Ron inspected the broom from every angle,

His eyes widened suddenly.

The words "Nimbus 2000"

Were etched in shimmering gold at the top of the handle.

"Th-this is…"

Ron stammered,

His voice trembling with excitement—

"The fastest… most expensive broomstick… on the market right now!"

Hearing Ron's exclamation,

Neville and the others immediately gathered around,

Turning the moment into a miniature broomstick appraisal session.

Harry, meanwhile,

Lay back on his bed,

Watching the excited group surrounding his broom—

It was quite the amusing sight.

Slowly,

He drifted off to sleep…