Connor's Hogwarts

Speaking of Quidditch...it's a bit like playing rugby on a motorcycle

In many cases, this competition is not about whether you are strong or not, but whether your motorcycle is good enough. Of course, motorcycle driving skills are also an important consideration.

Moreover, Quidditch does not mean that the better your "car" is, the more powerful it will be. In addition to the hard power of the players and the cooperation between players, it also depends on the "cooperation" between the players and the broom.

On the one hand, the game will focus on the fit between the player and the broom. At the very least, your reaction speed must keep up with the speed of the broom.

On the other hand, the brooms chosen by players in different positions also have different priorities. Seekers pay more attention to initial acceleration (explosive power), chasers pay more attention to top speed (endurance), and batsmen pay more attention to controlling changes (agility). sex), while goalkeepers need a broom that is balanced in all aspects (stability).

Of course, if there is a broom that outperforms other brooms in every aspect and you can control it, then of course you should choose a better broom. For example... Firebolt, but Firebolt is not yet on the market. It is still a time when broomsticks from all major brands are blooming and a hundred schools of thought are contending.

Because broomsticks are not produced by factories. Each broomstick is individually designed and handmade by a designer. Therefore, famous new broomsticks are very expensive because new models of brooms are generally made only by their designers. come out.

Students in schools usually use old model brooms such as the Sweep series or the Comet series, because there are many people who can make them and the price is not very high.

Connor observed the brooms used by the little wizards at the Quidditch match last year. They were all ordinary broomsticks, and they also used the Nimbus series, such as the Nimbus 1500 and 1700. Before the Nimbus 2000 came out, the Nimbus series were all There is no competition, little difference.

The best broom on the market right now is probably the Comet series. Of course, Connor is not riding this old broomstick.

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"These two are our new players, Connor Lake and Roger Davis. They have very good skills. I have already tried them."

The handsome senior Bruce was introducing each other to the team members: "Connor is our new chaser, and Roger is the new batter."

Then Senior Sister Bruce first pointed to another senior with a brighter complexion: "This is our seeker, Aveline Grandpre, seventh grade. Aveline is the ace of our team."

The senior sister didn't seem to like talking, so she just nodded to Connor and the other two.

Captain Bruce looked at the three seniors next to him: "This is Tern Leib, a fifth grader. He is our goalkeeper."

Senior Tern showed a hearty smile and greeted the two of them warmly. It was impossible to tell that he was a man who had just been slapped in public by his ex-girlfriend last week.

"This is Lewis Hamilton, fourth grade, our batsman, Roger, he's your partner."

Louis was a black man. He shook hands with Roger enthusiastically: "Hey, brother, please give me some advice!"

"This is Daleth Donnap, a third grader. Like me, we are the chaser of our team." Senior Sister Bruce, the captain, is also a chaser.

Connor knew this senior from Dakeles because he was from the dormitory next door. He had dazzling blond hair and looked very elegant. He also shook hands with Connor: "Connor, welcome to join our team."

"Okay, now everyone knows that the first game of this semester is still Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and our game against Hufflepuff is scheduled for the weekend of the third week of November. We also We have two months of preparation time, which is quite enough time for us to run into the team." Senior Sister Bruce clapped her hands and asked everyone to gather in a small circle and listen to her words.

"Connor and Roger are new team members, need... huh? Connor, where is your broom?" Only then did Bruce realize that Connor didn't have a broom in his hand.

"Oh, here it is. I usually carry my things with me." Connor opened his robe and took out a broom with a white body that looked eye-catching from his inner pocket.

"Eh? What type of broom is this? Have you never seen it before?" Dakoles asked curiously. He was holding a Comet 290 in his hand. He seemed to be someone (who had a mine at home) who was very knowledgeable about broomsticks. people.

"Ah, this is a custom-made broom. It's called Flying Fox. It's not available on the market." Connor explained casually. Everyone looked at him with envy. Custom-made brooms are not a service that ordinary people can enjoy. I just don’t know which master designed Connor’s broom.

"Okay, listen to me. Our first priority now is to integrate our team. I originally asked the substitute players to train with us, but... they don't seem to have time." Senior Sister Bruce shrugged, revealing A helpless expression: "So we have to follow tradition and practice Ravenclaw style."

"Three-on-three practice? Small Quidditch match?" Roger raised his hand and asked.

"No, this can be considered a special training method for our Ravenclaw team..." Senior Sister Bruce crossed her hands on her chest: "Since Roger asked first, you and Louis should go first."

"Huh? Oh, okay." Roger nodded innocently, but he didn't notice that Louis' dark face next to him turned a little pale.

Ten minutes later.

"Stop! Stop!" Roger yelled a little unclearly. At this time, he looked a little miserable. His face was bruised and his nose was swollen, as if he had been beaten violently. As soon as he finished speaking, a bludger shot towards He hit him head-on and hit him right in the face. Two lines of nosebleeds slowly flowed from his nose. Roger pointed forward with trembling fingers: "Conner, you bastard."

"Sorry, you spoke too late." Connor smiled and waved the bat in his hand, apologizing without sincerity.

"This is wrong! It's wrong! Why do I have to be chased and beaten by you even though I am obviously a batsman?!" Roger shouted with a nosebleed.

That's right, Roger and Louis are now surrounded by people in the air, and the rest of them are holding bats in their hands. It looks like a classic scene of school bullying.

"This is how we train at Ravenclaw. Because our team has a small number of players, if we are short of players during a game, the substitutes are often unreliable. Therefore, all our regular players must develop in an elite manner." ." Senior Sister Bruce weighed the bat with a teasing tone.

"What do you mean?" Roger shrank his neck.

"It means that although you are a batter, you also need to be trained as a chaser. If necessary, you will also be trained as a seeker and goalkeeper. Similarly, our chasers also need to be trained in different positions." Senior Sister Bruce waved the stick in her hand with a bright smile:

"Actually, we have a deep understanding of the functions of each position, which is what every player has to do. Teams in other colleges also have this training method. We just focus more on it."

"And because we have a small number of people, this training mode has become our daily training. But you don't have to worry too much. This ball was specially prepared for us by our dean. It simulates the speed of the Bludger in the game, but It won’t really hurt anyone, the bruises on your face will be fine in a while, don’t worry.”

"." Roger cried silently. Although the ball couldn't hit anyone, it still hurt! Especially when Connor hit the ball, it hurt so much! Where have I offended you? !

At this time, the blown Bludger spun around and flew back this way. Connor accelerated to meet it, with white snowflakes flying behind his broom.

"Come on! Roger, think on the bright side, it will be your turn to hit me with the ball next time! Hold on, hahahaha." Connor hit the ball towards Roger with another stick. He was heartless. The laughter echoed on the court.

Ravenclaw-style Quidditch training. Enough.