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As Harry walked through the hallways, he could feel the eyes on him, the whispers growing louder. Approaching a group of Ravenclaw students, he was greeted with congratulatory remarks. "Incredible catch, Potter! That flip was something else!" exclaimed one student, his eyes wide with admiration.

A Hufflepuff student, her expression a mix of surprise and respect, added, "You've certainly shaken up Quidditch at Hogwarts, Potter. Well done!"

However, the reception from the Gryffindor students was less enthusiastic. As Harry passed a group of them, he could sense their sullen and slightly envious demeanor. "Show-off," muttered one, his voice tinged with resentment.

Another Gryffindor, trying to maintain a semblance of sportsmanship, offered a reluctant compliment, "Good game, Potter. But wait till the next match."

Harry, unfazed by the mixed reactions, continued his walk to the Slytherin Common Room. Upon entering, he was greeted with thunderous cheers and applause. The room was decorated with green and silver banners, and a party was in full swing, clearly waiting for his arrival.

Marcus Flint, the team captain, clapped Harry on the back, a broad grin on his face. "You've outdone yourself, Potter. Slytherin hasn't seen a Seeker like you in decades!"

Pansy Parkinson approached, her earlier snarkiness replaced with a hint of admiration. "I must admit, Potter, you've got style. That entrance was something else."

Daphne and Tracey, beaming with pride, joined Harry, each taking a place by his side. "We knew you'd be brilliant, but this was beyond anything we imagined," Daphne said, her usual composure giving way to genuine excitement.

Tracey, her eyes sparkling, added, "You've set the bar high, Potter. Can't wait to see what you do next!"

As the celebration continued, Harry found himself surrounded by his housemates, their faces alight with pride and admiration. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses as they toasted to Slytherin's victory.

Nigel's voice offered a note of caution amid the festivities. "Enjoy the moment, Master Harry, but remember, the higher you rise, the harder you may fall. Keep your allies close, but your wits closer."

Harry raised his glass, acknowledging Nigel's advice. "To victory and the cunning it takes to achieve it," he announced, and the room erupted in cheers.

Nigel quipped, "Be careful what you wish for, Master Harry. You might just become Hogwarts' next heartthrob at this rate."

Harry chuckled inwardly, not entirely disagreeing with Nigel's remark. He was aware that this newfound fame would bring both opportunities and challenges. As he sipped his morning tea, his thoughts were interrupted by Daphne and Tracey, who slid into the seats beside him.

"Did you see the paper, Potter?" Tracey asked excitedly, her eyes sparkling. "You're a sensation!"

Daphne, with a more composed demeanor, added, "It's impressive, Potter. But remember, with great fame comes a great fanbase."

The next few weeks at Hogwarts settled into a familiar routine, punctuated by the rhythms of academic life and Quidditch matches. Harry, undeterred by the newfound fame that followed his remarkable performance in the first game, continued to excel in his studies. In every class, he demonstrated a level of mastery that was rare for a first-year, yet he wore his achievements lightly, without a hint of arrogance.

His demeanor in the classrooms was one of quiet confidence, always willing to lend a hand to those who sought his help. Daphne and Tracey, who often studied with him, appreciated his assistance, as did others who were brave enough to approach the new celebrity in Slytherin.

When not in the classroom or with his friends, Harry devoted himself to mastering Omnitongue Magic Casting. He had grown comfortable with casting spells in Parseltongue and had now turned his attention to the Unicorn language. This new challenge intrigued him, the melodious and pure essence of the language offering a stark contrast to the sibilant hisses of Parseltongue.

Physical training was another area where Harry didn't slacken. He worked out every day, ensuring his body kept pace with his rapidly developing magical abilities. His regimen was grueling, but he knew the importance of physical strength and agility, especially for a Quidditch player of his caliber.

In the following Quidditch matches, Harry executed his strategy perfectly, securing the Snitch only after the games were played for some time. Against Ravenclaw, he made his move when Slytherin was on the brink of defeat, due to the new fair-play rules Selena had implemented, which impacted Slytherin's performance negatively. He waited until Slytherin trailed by 50 points before capturing the Snitch, always vigilant in case Cho Chang spotted it first, but took advantage of her unawareness to prolong the game.

In the match against Hufflepuff, Harry engaged in a spirited chase with Cedric Diggory, making it a thrilling match. He maintained control throughout, before Harry finally snagged it at the height of the excitement.

However, during the Ravenclaw match, Harry sensed an external magical force attempting to interfere with his broomstick. Narrowing down the source, he observed Snape and Quirrell casting spells. While his initial suspicion might have fallen on Snape, Harry's better judgment led him to conclude that Quirrell was the true culprit behind the attempt to unseat him from his broom.

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