Later in the morning, the boys were quickly running across the corridors as they were late for class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk. Harry, Matthew, and Ron rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class.

Ron: Whew! Made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?

Matthew: [sensing magic from the cat] Uh, Ron, she's here.

Harry: What do you mean?

The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, on-screen for the first time. The boys are amazed.

McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps, it'd be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter, Mr. Stutler, and yourself into a pocketwatch. That way, one of you might be on time.

Harry: We got lost.

McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

Later on, inside Snape's potions classroom, the students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.

Snape: There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few...

Snape looks at Draco, who smiles.

Snape: ...who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper... in death.

Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention.

Snape: Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough... to not... pay... attention.

Matthew nudges Harry, finally making him look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harry more properly.

Snape: Mr. Potter. Our... new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?

Hermione raises her hand. Harry shrugs.

Snape: You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?

Hermione's hand raises again.

Harry: I don't know, sir.

Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?

Harry: I don't know, sir.

Snape: Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything.

Draco has a smirk on his face.

Snape: Is it, Mr. Potter?

Harry: Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her.

Hermione looks a bit surprised as everyone laughs.

Snape: Silence.

He turns to Harry, looking a bit insulted; Harry seemingly gulps. Snape then walks over to his desk. To Hermione, who has still got her hand up.

Snape: Put your hand down, you silly girl.

Matthew: [raised his hand]

Snape: Yes, Mr. Stutler, I'm sure you know the answer.

Matthew: Uh, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Is it right, Mr. Snape?

Snape was surprised along with everyone to see him knowing it.

Snape: Hmm, correct, Mr. Stutler. Five points for Gryffindor. At least someone in Gryffindor has brains.

Matthew: Thank you, sir.[mutters] And thank you, Balthazar.

The students from Gryffindor cheer for Matthew while other students glare at him. Especially Draco, Pansy, and the House of Slytherin.

Snape: [to the students] Well, why aren't you all copying this down?

The other students continued writing as Pansy looked at Matthew sticking his tongue out at her for payback. Pansy grumbles in annoyance as she writes down.

Harry stares at Snape, knowing that he shows dislike for the boy. In the great hall, around midday. The students are all doing their homework. Seamus is trying a spell on a cup.

Seamus: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum. [Looks in the cup and shakes head.] Eye of rabbit, harp string hum...

Harry: What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?

Ron: Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before-

Ron was cut off when a mighty flash occurred. We now see that the cup has exploded and Seamus is left charred.

Several students laugh at this as Hermione fans away the smoke with her hand. Suddenly, a flock of owls starts coming into the hall from the rafters above.

Ron: Ah. Mail's here!

The owls soar by, dropping parcels to each student.

Matthew: Owls delivering mail?

One owl goes to Matthew and leaves one next to him.

Matthew: Uh, thanks.

The owl simply hoots and flies away.

Ron: Go on, Matt. Open it.

Matthew: Well, okay. [He opens it]

Seamus: Well, what is it, mate?

Matthew: It's uh... [Mentally] Hopefully a letter from my parents.

Matthew opened the latter.

Matthew: Called it.

Hermione: It's from your parents?

Matthew: Yeah.

Matthew reads it.

Matthew: "Hey Matthew, how is your first day at your new school, hope you did well and made new friends there.

Things have been different since you left but we're still making the most of it.

Hope you'll write back to let us know, as we miss you so much, and can't wait to see you again when you graduate.

Sincerely, your loving parents."

Matthew smiled warmly.

Matthew: Miss you too, mom and dad.

Ron: Look, another for you, Matt.

Matthew: Really? Well, let's see.

Matthew opened the letter and said: "American Geek."

Matthew: Ok. Who sent this? Ow!

He was suddenly hit by a spark on the back.

Draco and the others: [laughs at Matthew]

Matthew: [rubs the sore spot] Very funny.

Matthew looks at Pansy, knowing she's the one who zapped him. Matthew narrows his eyes at her, planning a counterattack.

Hermione: Ignore her, Matthew. She's just trying to get under your skin.

Matthew: I know, and I ain't stooping to her level.

Ron: You know, Matthew? I've been meaning to ask. Does your parents know that you have magic?

Matthew: Well, it was something that Mr. Blake and I had hidden until now.

Hermione: When are you going to tell them?

Matthew: When the time is right.

Harry: You just have to wait till it is time to trust this.

Matthew: I know.

That afternoon, outside the castle, the students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, Madam Hooch, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk-yellow eyes.

Hooch: Good afternoon, class.

Class: Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.

Hooch: Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. [to the class] Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone steps up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."

Class: Up!

After Harry says "Up"! the broom immediately flies into his hand.

Harry: [amazed] Wow!

Hermione stares at him as the class continues.

Draco: Up! [broomstick flies up and Draco smugly grins.]

Ron: Up. Up!

Hooch: With feeling!

Hermione: [as her broomstick slowly rises] Up. Up. Up. Up.

Ron: Up!!

His broom immediately shot up and whacked him on the nose. Ooh!

Harry laughs.

Ron: Shut up, Harry.

Ron then seemingly starts to laugh after he recovers.

Matthew: Up! Whoa!

The broomstick immediately went to Matthew's hand. He almost got hit in the head.

Matthew: This is a tricky broom!

Pansy: Up.

Pansy floats up with the broom swiftly. She looks at Matthew with a smug smirk on her face.

Matthew: Show off.

Hooch: Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end.

The class mounts on their broomsticks.

Hooch: When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. 3, 2...

She blows the whistle. However, Neville's broomstick somehow lifts him off the ground. Neville immediately lifts off. He looks quite frightened.

Matthew: Take it easy, Neville, just take a deep breath and fly through.

Neville: Oh...

Hooch: Mr. Longbottom.

Girl: Neville, what are you doing?

Students: Neville... Neville...

Boy: We're not supposed to take off, yet.

Hooch: [Neville begins soaring away uncontrollably] M-M-M-Mr. Long-!

Neville: AHH!

Hooch: Mr. Longbottom!

Neville: Down! Down! Ahhhh!

Harry: Neville!

Neville: Help!!!

Matthew: Hang on, Neville!

Matthew goes towards Neville as he reaches him. Neville immediately skyrockets towards the sky. Matthew looks at his broomstick and he nervously gulps.

Matthew: Oh, I know, I'm gonna regret this.

Matthew holds it tight as he gets in position, looking up.

Matthew: Up.[nothing happened] Up. Up. Up! Come on, you stupid broom! Whoa!

The broom flies fast while Matthew hangs on.

Matthew: Aaah! OK! Steady, steady!

Matthew mounted himself on the broom as he held it tightly, hoping to stop going too fast.

Hooch: Mr. Stutler! Come back down this instant!

Neville: AHH!

Matthew: I'm coming, Neville, hang on!

Matthew went fast to reach Neville.

Matthew: I got you!

Matthew grabs Neville and suddenly...

Matthew: Uh-oh.

He accidentally let go of his broomstick.

Matthew and Neville: AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

Both of them lost hold of their brooms as they both fell. The zooms past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. Neville's cloak catches on it. Both of them hang onto the statue.

Matthew: That was close.

He wavers, then the cloak rips through the spear, and they fall. But his cloak catches on a torch, making Neville slip off from his cloak a second later and they fall to the ground.

Matthew: [groans] Neville, are you okay...?

Neville: [groans] I think my arm is broken.

Matthew: I'll count that as a maybe.

Hooch: Everyone out of the way! [She runs through the group, and they scatter.] Come on, get up.

Hermione: Are they alright?

Ron: I hope so.

Hooch helps the boys up.

Neville: Ow, ow, ow, ow.

Matthew: Easy, easy, we're still hurt.

Hooch: Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get.

Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen from him. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her.

Hooch: Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch.

Madam Hooch leaves the field to take Neville to the hospital wing.

Draco: [snickers] Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse.

He and his goons laugh as Matthew goes to them.

Matthew: Give it here, Malfoy.

Draco: No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.

He hops on his broom and soars around the group, then through.

Draco: How about on the roof?

He soars off and hovers several feet above the ground.

Draco: What's the matter, Stutler? A bit beyond your reach?

Matthew: Why you-!

Matthew was about to literally knock some senses to Draco, but Hermione quickly grabbed him.

Hermione: Matthew, don't! It's not worth it!

Harry: I got him!

Harry flies by them to face Draco.

Matthew: Make sure it hurts!

Hermione: What an idiot.

Harry is now in the air, across from Draco.

Harry: Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!

Draco: Is that so?

Harry dashes him, but Draco twirls around his broom in a 360.

Draco: Have it your way, then.

Draco hurls the Remembrall into the air, like a baseball. Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a tower. Just as he is about to hit a window, from which McGonagall is working, he catches it.

McGonagall notices this and looks surprised as Harry begins to fly back down to the grounds. The students all cheer as Harry lands back on the ground at ease. They run to see him.

Boy: Nice going, Harry!

Boy 2: Oh, that was wicked, Harry!

McGonagall appears on the grounds.

Matthew: Uh oh, Harry, you might wanna stop!

McGonagall: Harry Potter! [Harry notices her] Follow me.

Harry sullenly follows her. Draco and his goons snicker in delight.

McGonagall and Harry arrive outside of Professor Quirrell's classroom. He is inside teaching, holding an iguana.

Quirrell: An iguana s-such as this is...

McGonagall: You wait here.

Quirrell: ...an essential ingredient.

McGonagall: Professor Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?

Quirrell: Oh, y-yes, of course.

A boy called Oliver Wood gets up to leave and Quirrell continues.

Quirrell: And the vampire b-bat...

As Wood exits the classroom, an eerie roar is heard.

McGonagall: Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker!

Harry, Matthew, and Ron are walking through crowded halls. Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by.

Nick: Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew he'd do well.

Ron: Seeker? But first-years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in...

Harry: A century, according to McGonagall.

Ron: Must've been a big thing happening to you.

Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron, Matthew, and Harry.

Fred: Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!

Ron: Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters.

George: Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.

Fred: Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally.

They break off from Harry, Matthew, and Ron, who walk across a courtyard.

George: But they'll turn up in a month or two!

Matthew: Uh, what is Quidditch? Is it like a sport or something?

Fred: Quidditch is a sport.

George: A sport for wizards.

Ron: Oh, go on, Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!

Hermione, knowing what Harry is talking about, jumps up from her work and comes to join them.

Harry: But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?

Hermione: You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood.

Later, the four approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plaque of Quidditch players. One lists Harry's father as a Seeker.

Ron: Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too.

Harry: I didn't know.

End of Chapter 3