Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 33 Quidditch: A Legal Killing Match

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The brooms lying around in a mess are obviously not good products. These are brooms prepared by a first-year freshman flying class, and most of them are old antiques that can be used as grandpas for little wizards.

A lot of sweeping and comet series brooms even exploded the branches of their tails, and the brooms that were barely falling apart were not as good as the brooms used by grandpas and aunts to sweep the streets in their previous lives.

"Hogwarts is so rich, why don't you wholesale something that looks better?"

Ron asked Fred and George, who were picking and choosing, "Can this thing really fly? It's worse than the Comet 260 that sweeps our yard. I'm not afraid of a first-year freshman's ass." Sit down?"

Seeing what Ron said, Wood spread his hands helplessly, and replied to Ron: "It's not the school board, and only the first grade will have flying lessons. When you enter the second grade and enter the school team, every college Squads have individual brooms.”

"I asked Professor McGonagall that the school board does not plan to allocate funds for this kind of equipment that is only for first-year freshmen. After all, those born in wizarding families have basically played broomsticks, and those born in Muggles don't care. "

"Oh." Ron suddenly realized and nodded: "After all, the school trustees and benefactors are all pure-blood wizard families, I can understand."

"Okay, this one feels good." Fred rummaged through a lot of trash to find a less miserable antique broom.

"The Comet 260 is the same as the one in our family. There should be no problems except for the frizzy tail. I saw the mark. It was replaced by the Ravenclaw school team before. The only advantage of those big heads is that they are right I cherish my own things more.”

"Come, our dear brother, and let Wood open his eyes."

George pulled out a dusty box from under the pile of brooms. Inside was the eliminated Quidditch ball box, but the golden snitch inside was gone, and only one of the original two Bludgers remained. The Quaffle was still intact.

After the dusty box was opened, the Bludger, which had been idle for a long time and had been single for a long time, began to move "bang bang bang".

"It seems that this little thing is quite alive. Be careful!"

It should have been left for too long, the lock that restrained the Bludger was broken by this still energetic Bludger. The first position is the hitter, and they are responsible for keeping this troublemaker from disturbing their own players, and go to the opposite side.

"This little thing is quite powerful."

Seeing the little black ball struggling in his palm, Ron muttered.

The five fingers are like steel rods. The Quaffle held tightly in the hand doesn't even have the capital to move. The slightly sunken solid ball is made of a material similar to rubber. This thing hits the body , that hurts like hell.

"I seem to understand why you guys are so confident."

Wood, whose brows were twitching, looked at the twins meaningfully, not to mention how well Ron was flying, just with such exaggerated strength, Wood gave Ron a passing score in his heart.

The Bludger, which a normal person can barely hold with two hands, is as if it can't move in his hands. Even the gorillas in Slytherin can't do this kind of thing.

"Our eyes are sharp."

"Ever since Fred and I were thrown from the sky by a brick from Ron while riding a broom, we have firmly believed that he is definitely a Quidditch genius who can surpass us."

Listening to the twins chattering about their dark history, the expression on Wood's face became more and more indescribable. Is the guy you mentioned...is he really a person?
"By the way, Ron, here's your bat."

A short stick that was thicker than a forearm and slightly shorter than a baseball bat was handed to Ron. This sturdy wooden stick was weather-beaten, and every trace of hitting was a scar left by a mistreated Bludger. But what does the dried black blood on it mean?
"I seem to know a little about Quidditch."

After looking at the bat carefully, Ron nodded thoughtfully.

"Ok?"

The three people who looked at each other murmured puzzledly.

"A legal killing contest."

Ron popped out a sentence that made their scalps tingle.

"This stick can't be used to hit people, it's a foul!"

Wood, who also knew what Ron did on the train, said quickly, "This bat is not for a fight."

"I know."

Ron left the shed with a broken broom, a club and a Bludger, and the three of them hurriedly followed.

Walking a hundred meters forward to the bottom of the Quidditch court, Ron looked around the high platform, and then stood in the direction of the goal post.

"Of course I know the stick can only hit the Bludger."

Ron threw the broom on the ground casually, and then smiled.

"But if the Bludger hits someone, it should be within the rules, right!"

"That's right." Wood swallowed, and the man's intuition told him that nothing good would happen in the future.

"That's it."

The Bludger that was held so tightly by Ron that it was almost squeezed out of the water was released by Ron and dropped in front of him. Holding the stick in one hand, he swung his arm round, and slammed the stick into the little black little one that had just recovered from his daze. ball.

There was a shrill sound of the stick piercing through the air, and then the short stick with a mighty force slammed on the solid black ball.

"Bang~"

A muffled sound came first, followed by a piercing whistling sound. The Bludger completely lost control of his body. He was pulled forward by the huge force, and crossed a distance of more than 200 meters with rapid speed. It hit the thick door post with great force.

There was another muffled sound, and the metal doorpost let out a vibrating buzzing sound. The sound of insects that had been faintly heard stopped abruptly at this moment, and a scalp-numbing sound echoed in the silent night sky. Trembling, the cool night wind seemed to blow away the body temperature of the three bystanders at this moment.

I saw Ron stretch out his hand, and the broom that was not moving on the ground flew into his palm in an instant, and then Ron, who was straddling up, kicked hard on the ground. Comet 260 seemed to have regained its previous highlight moment, He carried Ron into the sky in an instant.

As a knight, in addition to wearing heavy armor and wielding a long sword, the mount under the crotch is also one of the knight's equipment. The mastery of the whole series of riding is not only for Ron to be able to ride a horse, as long as he can become a mount, there is no one without him. Taming stuff.

The blurred bludger had just had time to swing itself out of the goal post, but before he could fly far, the broomstick knight holding a short stick and looking murderous came to his door in an instant. before.

"Drink!"

With a break, Ron swung his arm round again and slammed the Bludger's brain into pieces again, as if he had one, it must be like this.

In the dark night sky, it was extremely difficult to see the little black ball, but the howling wind guided his direction.

I saw Ron, who was rushing from left to right, kept waving his short stick. Originally running around, the rampaging Bludger was as stupid as he was.

The beating, which caused the three people below to cover their eyes and couldn't bear to look directly, lasted for a full 10 minutes. When Ron swung his stick vertically for the last time and broke the short stick in his hand, this farce-like joke came to an end .

The Bludger that was hit hard by the head fell to the feet of Fred George and Wood. They watched the Bludger that was embedded half arm deep in the ground and even smoked back several steps in unison. .

"Ron."

"Killing is against the law."

"But Quidditch is legal, isn't it?"

Refreshingly finished, Ron threw the broken bat to George, then leaned over and dunked the Bludger and handed it to Fred.

"Quidditch is a legal killing sport, I understand."

He patted his brother on the shoulder, and the twins wept. They already regretted letting Ron play for them.

"Mom will kill us," Fred murmured as he looked at the hot Bludger in his hand, which had been beaten to the point of losing energy, and was even smoking.

"No!" Compared to the twins, Wood replied firmly at this moment. As the captain Wood who is full of Quidditch and wants to win the championship for himself and for Gryffindor, his insight has penetrated the surface. Nothingness, deeply saw the core of it.

"Professor McGonagall will stop your mother. I swear, as long as Ron can play and win the Quidditch championship for us, Professor McGonagall will promise anything!"

As the dean of Gryffindor, the vice-principal of Hogwarts, and a master of Transfiguration, Minerva McGonagall is still a true Quidditch fan. No less than Wood.

"Okay, okay, wait for tomorrow."

Ron stopped the conversation with a wave of his hand, and patted his eight-pack abs after getting off the broom.

"Where is the school kitchen? I didn't have much dinner, let's have a late-night snack and have barbecue tonight."

"BBQ?"

"Basically, they all mean the same thing anyway, let's go."

(End of this chapter)