Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 162 Humanoid Bludger

 The next day is the weekend and there are no classes.

Kyle just opened the dormitory door in the morning and saw Cedric with his arms stretched out.

"What kind of look do you have..." Kyle asked doubtfully, "Are you imitating the Lucky Cat?"

 “What cat...forget it, it’s not important.”

Cedric put down the arm he had just raised and said: "I'm here to call you. Have you forgotten that today is the day of Quidditch selection? Why are you coming out now?"

"I didn't forget, I just woke up..." Kyle rubbed his face and said matter-of-factly.

 It’s a rare weekend with nice weather, so it would be a pity not to get more sleep.

Cedric rubbed his forehead and said: "The selection is at ten o'clock, and it's already half past nine...how can you sleep?"

"Isn't there still half an hour left? It's totally in time."

Kyle took his Nimbus 2000 and followed Cedric out of the common room.

Also with Connor, she was waiting outside when Cedric went to call Kyle.

Several people walked across the field and came to the Quidditch pitch.

The selection has not officially started yet, but the area around the stadium is already very lively. Even Professor Sprout, who rarely leaves the greenhouse, is here. She is standing in the middle of the stadium, talking to Mrs. Hooch.

 There were many people sitting in the stands around, including those from Hufflepuff and other houses.

From the nervous looks of those people, it is not difficult to tell that at least half of them are here to inquire about information.

But Harris, as the captain of the team, didn't care and had no intention of driving them away.

When Kyle and the others came over, he even enthusiastically explained the basic rules of Quidditch to some younger wizards.

“Quidditch is actually very simple. The chaser is responsible for throwing the quaffle to score points, and the batter is responsible for using the wooden stick to protect the players from being interfered by the Bludgers and hitting the Bludgers towards the opposing players.”

  Harris was sitting in the stands and said to a boy wearing glasses: "But you don't have to think about this. As a seeker, Potter, your mission is to catch the Golden Snitch in the shortest possible time."

 “What is the Golden Snitch…” Harry asked curiously.

“A troublesome little guy,” Harris said. “But if you catch it you can end the game and give your team a hundred and fifty points.”

 “The golden…snitch…” Harry whispered to himself.

 But he soon thought of something, looked at Harris with a confused look on his face and said, "Wait...how do you know I'm a seeker!"

"this is very simple."

Harris shook his head and said: "Wood has been laughing so hard these days that he can even add two extra spoons to his meals. We have long seen that something is wrong.

And the only thing that made him so happy was the problem of the seeker. "

"So Wood told you?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

 Fortunately, the news was not leaked from my own side.

 “It has nothing to do with him.”

Harris shook his head and said: "That boy Wood still wants to keep it a secret from me, saying that his owl is only happy after having a second child.

 So I directly asked Professor McGonagall, she was the one who told me about you becoming Gryffindor's new Seeker. "

"McGonagall?" Harry sat there blankly. For some reason, he felt a little sorry for Wood.

He originally thought of using himself as a secret weapon to catch other teams off guard. However, within a day, his opponent had openly obtained the news from Professor McGonagall.

What kind of secret is this?

"Do a good job, Harry, you will be great." Harris stood up, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "I'm looking forward to the day I compete with you." After that, he left the stands, Walking towards the middle of the court, he also said hello to Kyle and the others who had just walked over.

 “It looks like it’s about to start.”

Kyle took his Nimbus 2000 and casually found a seat near the front of the stand to sit down.

Kanna glanced towards the court and asked: "How many players will be selected this time?"

“Two, one beater and one chaser.” Cedric said: “Kyle participated in the chaser selection.”

"Um."

Kyle nodded beside him.

 Compared with fighting Bludgers or looking for snitches throughout the game, what he likes most is the feeling of scoring a goal.

Although a ball is only worth ten points, as long as you score more points, you can also get one hundred and fifty points...or even more.

 At ten o'clock sharp, the selection began.

 The first thing to do is the selection of batsmen, there are three people in total.

Under Harris's arrangement, the three of them got on their broomsticks and came to the middle of the court.

 The main test for batters is accuracy and power when swinging the bat. Harris has already moved the box containing the Bludgers in advance.

What the three of them need to do is to stay on the broom as long as possible, and the last person to be knocked off can enter the team.

As Harris opened the box, the two Bludgers instantly flew out like cannonballs and began to collide in mid-air.

　　The three of them held wooden sticks and knocked away the Bludgers flying towards them.

After all, they are people who have gone through the primary election, so they definitely still have some strength. It is impossible for them to be eliminated at the beginning, but it will be different as time goes by.

 Everyone watched silently.

 Five minutes later, the first eliminated person appeared.

 That was a second-grade student and the youngest among the three.

Perhaps seeing that there was no result, he gradually lost his composure and wanted to hit the Bludger in the direction of the other two people.

 In the end, because he used too much force, he actually let go and threw the wooden stick.

There was nothing to say. The next second, he was knocked off the broom by another Bludger flying over.

 “Oh...that must hurt.”

In the stands, Harry couldn't help but scream when he saw this, and subconsciously reached out to touch his shoulder, as if he had also been hit.

 “That’s what batsmen do.”

 Ron explained from the side: "George told me that when he joined the team in his first year, his arm was broken three times by Bludgers.

Fred is similar, but his leg is broken. "

Kyle, who was sitting not far away, heard Ron's words and looked at Cedric in confusion, "Fred and George had their arms broken by a Bludger?"

 “No, never!”

Cedric said categorically: "The other batsmen have been injured to some extent, only Fred and George... As far as I know, the Bludgers haven't even hit their clothes during the entire school year.

 In fact, they themselves are like two bludgers. "

 (End of this chapter)