A sharp Hogwarts

Seven o'clock is getting closer.

Dahlia and Harry left the castle and walked towards the twilight Quidditch pitch.

Hundreds of chairs are lined up high in the surrounding stands, so every spectator can see what's going on on the court.

There are three gold poles at each end of the court with rings on top, which remind Dalia of the plastic sticks she used to blow soap bubbles when she was a child.

"Comparison?"

Dalia glanced at Harry and extended the invitation.

In flying lessons, Harry and Malfoy showed strength beyond their peers.

Although Dalia said nothing verbally, she still felt a little dissatisfied in her heart.

"I'm very happy - I don't give in when it comes to flying competitions."

Harry replied without hesitation, eager to get on his new broomstick and push his feet off the ground.

Harry now finally understood what a top broomstick was.

He only needs to touch it lightly, as if commanding his fingers, and the Nimbus 2000 will immediately turn in the direction he needs.

Harry quickly shuttled between the goal posts on one side and flew up and down over the court, lowering his head and shouting excitedly below.

"Dalia, this isn't one of those old broomsticks from school - did you see that?"

"Oh, don't you know... on the court, the referee is the biggest?"

Dalia reached out and patted the stinky tofu standing next to her, finding the mane on its neck.

The half-month-old Yeqi was not too tall yet, so Dalia jumped lightly, turned over and climbed onto the satin-like horse's back.

Stinky Tofu didn't resist, he just turned his head and rubbed her robe intimately.

Dalia discovered that the joints at the back of the Thestral's wings could just fit into her knees, which gave her a wonderful feeling of riding an invisible motorcycle.

"All right……"

She looked at the empty space in front of her and swallowed.

"Stinky Tofu, let's go - Harry wants to compete with us on who can fly faster and more nimbly."

For a moment, Dalia thought Stinky Tofu didn't understand her instructions.

Then, its wings suddenly spread out to both sides, like a giant dragon spreading its wings.

Little Yeqi slowly leaned down, and then rushed towards Harry above.

The speed was so fast and the angle was so steep that Dalia had to wrap her legs and arms tightly around the stinky tofu to prevent herself from sliding down its bony buttocks.

Dalia closed her eyes and pressed her face against Xiao Yeqi's silky mane. She waited until it gradually flew steadily and then slowly opened her eyes.

Dalia had never flown so fast before, and she saw that everything around her seemed to have turned into a stream of light that was constantly receding.

Her little Thestral flew over the Quidditch pitch like lightning, its broad wings barely flapping, and easily caught up with Harry.

The cool air hit Dalia's face. In the whistling wind, she squinted her eyes and looked at the broom beside her that was slowly retreating.

"I won - as I said, the referee is invincible on the Quidditch pitch."

she shouted, not sure if Harry heard her.

In terms of competitiveness, the young Yeqi is no less competitive than any other young wizard.

It repeated all of Harry's movements perfectly, then deliberately flew a little in front of Harry, making a purring sound.

This is really... so weird!

Harry looked at Dalia flying at high speed in the air in front of him, and felt a sense of powerlessness.

Now, he finally understood Hagrid's evaluation - the unicorn in the sky, the elf beyond all brooms.

"Hey, Potter, Dursley, come down!"

At this moment, another person's voice sounded from below the venue.

Oliver Wood arrived with a large crate under his arm.

Harry landed lightly next to him, turned his head and saw that Dahlia was diving towards the ground like a falling meteor.

Dalia used all her strength to grab the stinky tofu, bracing herself and waiting for the sudden impact of landing.

Unexpectedly, the dive suddenly stopped the next second, and Xiao Yeqi landed on the ground as lightly as a shadow, without even making a sound.

"It's brilliant - amazing."

Wood said, looking at the two men with sparkling eyes.

"I understand what Professor McGonagall means...you are indeed a genius, Harry."

"Of course - Dalia, you are also amazing - having you as the referee can indeed reduce a lot of accidents."

"I will teach you the rules tonight, and then you can participate in the team's training three times a week." Wood glanced at Dalia, "Mrs. Hooch originally planned to let you go to every college team, but other The academy seems to be worried about the tactics being leaked, so Dalia, you will also be with us for the subsequent 'referee training'."

Wood put down the crate and moved his shoulders while watching Harry and Dahlia continue their introduction.

"The rules of Quidditch are easy to understand, although not easy to actually play."

"Each team has seven players, three Chasers, two Beaters, a Keeper, and a Seeker, and that's you."

He glanced at Harry, knelt down and opened the crate. Inside were four balls of various sizes.

"The Chaser is responsible for driving the Quaffle into one of the three hoops—"

Wood took out a bright red ball the size of a football, turned around and pointed at the three tall goal posts behind him.

"I am the goalkeeper, guarding the hoop, and every time I score, I will get ten points." He said the last sentence while looking at Dalia, "The three meters of the goal hoop are in the offensive penalty area, and there can only be one chaser at the same time. Come in. After a goal, possession is reset and the kick-off goes to the goalkeeper of the team that lost the goal – what’s the problem now?”

"Does a goal from behind the goal ring count as a valid score?" Dalia raised her hand and asked.

"Forget it, it counts every time the Quaffle passes through the hoop." Wood shrugged, "But most of the time, the attack comes from the front."

"What's the penalty for the foul?"

"Free throws, you can dive and accelerate - the defender cannot help defend. Depending on the severity of the situation, there will be one or two penalties."

Wood looked at Dalia, "Slytherin is the team that commits the most fouls. They like to take advantage of Mrs. Hooch's blind spots."

"I have a complete book of Quidditch rules in my dormitory. I'll lend it to you to read when I get back... There are quite a few rules."

"Well, let me study it carefully." Dalia nodded.

Thankfully, Quidditch was at least as she remembered it from the original.

In fact, it was hard for Dalia to imagine how cooking and food could be integrated into Quidditch.

Since she came to this world, there was finally something she was familiar with, which made her feel slightly relieved.

Although it's a bit boring, it's a good thing...

Because in this way, there won't be anything wrong with the plot points related to the Quidditch pitch.