Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 163 Goal, goal, goal!

On the court, as the first person was eliminated, the pressure on the remaining two people suddenly increased a lot.

They could only muster up their energy, try their best to avoid the two bludgers, and at the same time look for opportunities to cause some trouble for the opponent.

 The two of them were going back and forth, and they were in a stalemate for more than ten minutes before the winner was finally determined.

But what surprised everyone was that the last one left was the undervalued third-year student. With his flexible positioning, he successfully counterattacked and killed the tall fifth-year opponent at the critical moment.

 Everyone in the stands began to applaud and cheer.

 Harris stepped forward and extended his hand with a smile, "Willard, welcome to the team."

“My pleasure, captain.” The third-year student also extended his hand and shook it with Harris.

There was another round of applause.

 The next step was the selection of chasers. Kyle stood up and came to the court with a broom.

 “Come on, Kyle!”

 Cedric shouted, lighting a firework.

Fireworks exploded over the stands, forming a giant banner with a running badger and the words "Kyle Win" in glitter.

I don’t know where Cedric got the fireworks, but they were clearly visible even in the daytime.

This is a bit too exaggerated...

In this unique way of cheering, Kyle came to the middle of the court.

There are two other people competing with him for the chaser, and they are both in fifth grade.

 “As a chaser, the accuracy of the pitch is very important...”

Harris took the Quaffle and said to the three of them: "I will be the goalkeeper next, and you will be responsible for throwing the ball. Whoever scores the most points within the specified time can enter the team.

So...who among you comes first? "

 "I'll do it..." Kyle walked out.

Although without understanding Harris' goalkeeping style, the first one will definitely suffer a bit, but after all, he has the advantage of the broom, so it can be considered even.

“Then it’s settled, remember, don’t be nervous for a while and just perform normally.”

 Harris gave Kyle a few words and then came to the goal post.

Kyle also rode on the broom and left the ground with a slight push.

 “Can we start?” Harris asked.

"no problem."

As soon as Kyle finished speaking, someone threw the Quaffle up from below.

Kyle dived to catch the Quaffle, and then began to fly quickly towards the goal.

Before Harris could react, Kyle had already arrived.

 Faced with an empty goal, he casually threw the Quaffle in.

 “Ten points!”

Someone below shouted teasingly: "Captain, what were you doing standing there just now? You didn't let yourself go!"

 “Go aside!” Harris’s face was a little red.

Of course he couldn't let go, he just simply didn't react.

  He thought that the Nimbus 2000 would be very fast, but he did not expect that it would be so much faster than the Nimbus 1700. Although the two broomsticks were only two years apart, they were not on the same level at all!

It's really strange... Is this still the Nimbus company he knows who only squeezes out a little bit of toothpaste?

 “Come again!”

 Harris calmed down and became more serious. He didn't want to be accused of letting others go.

 Soon, another Quaffle was thrown up.

Kyle, just like before, caught the ball and flew to the goal post. With previous experience, Harris reacted this time and stood directly in front of Kyle.

Kyle held the Quaffle in his right hand and tossed it lightly...

"It's the goal on the right!" Harris thought and flew to the right instantly.

But what he didn't expect was that the Quaffle didn't fly to the right at all. It just spun a few times in the air and then returned to Kyle's hand again.

By this time, the others had already flown far away, and it would be too late to turn back.

Kyle scores again.

 “Twenty points!”

 “Look, Harry, it’s a throw-in.”

In the stands, Ron grabbed Harry's arm and said excitedly: "Merlin, I didn't expect that I could actually see one of the Chaser's classic fake moves here."

 “Is this action difficult?” Harry asked doubtfully.

He was new to Quidditch and didn't know much about these things.

But speaking of feints, Harry suddenly remembered something.

Professor McGonagall had said before when he took him to find Wood that his behavior when picking up the memory ball was very similar to a classic Quidditch fake move.

　　What is it called Strong's feint... or Wonsky's feint... He can't remember clearly.

But they are almost the same.

“It’s not difficult to throw the ball back, but the hard part is that you have to be able to deceive the goalkeeper.”

Ron thought for a while and said: "The goalkeeper on the field is the captain of Hufflepuff. He can be said to be the most experienced veteran player in Hogwarts. It is not easy to deceive him."

Harry still didn't quite understand it, but judging from the deafening cheers around him, Kyle's move just now should be very exciting.

So he joined in the cheers.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand...he can pretend to understand, the main thing is to be gregarious.

On the other side, Harris’s face became even redder as he listened to the faint cheers coming from below.

Of course he knows how to throw the ball back, and he has done it more than once. In the Quidditch Cup the year before last, he relied on this trick to score the last goal.

 That year, Hufflepuff just won the Quidditch Cup by a slim margin of ten points.

But he didn’t expect that one day he would be deceived by a throwback.

 No wonder the goalkeeper looked at him so unkindly. The feeling of being teased was really not good.

“I wouldn’t have joined in the fun if I had known it earlier.” Harris complained inwardly.

  He was worried that using a real goalkeeper would undermine the confidence of those people, so he made a temporary cameo.

Now it seems that this decision is a bit redundant, but substitution is definitely not possible, Harris can only bite the bullet and continue.

Kyle shot two balls, and it only took about a minute, which was still early before the allotted ten minutes.

  In the coming time. He demonstrated in an all-round way what the speed of Nimbus 2000 is.

 No matter which direction the Quaffle is thrown from, he can catch it immediately and then fly to the goal post to score the goal.

And the way he scores goals is different every time. Sometimes he uses a fake move, and sometimes he just uses a broom to speed and send the ball directly in.

 Gradually, Harris also began to swing.

 He sat on the broom and looked at Kyle with burning eyes.

This is a genius chaser!

Last year’s Cedric…this year’s Kyle…

 The corners of Harris's mouth began to rise uncontrollably. He finally understood why Wood smiled so exaggeratedly before.

No one can bear this.

 (End of this chapter)