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"Harry, you have to remember that you are the seeker. You only need to keep an eye on the Golden Snitch. We will take care of the other balls."

"But... wouldn't I have nothing to do for a long time after the game starts? Can't I get a few more points by using this time to help?"

"If the Golden Snitch appears between you and the opponent's Seeker, or even appears next to him, by the time you react, the opponent has probably caught the Golden Snitch and ended the game! You must know that you only get 10 points for helping score a count. And catching the Golden Snitch can get you 150 points! Can you help score 15 goals in such a short period of time? You can’t lose the big for the small!”

"Okay, I understand. From now on, I will do what you said and just stare at..."

boom!

Before Harry could finish his words, with a loud bang, the Quidditch pitch paved with fine sand was suddenly filled with wind and sand.

Captain Wood hurriedly protected Harry behind him, but unfortunately he did not carry a wand at the moment, so he could only hold the broomstick horizontally in front of him, which looked a bit funny.

The broomstick can't cast spells, and it can't prevent dust, but it can stir up sand and dust.

"What happened? Air raid?" Harry asked with wide eyes.

The glasses he was wearing at the moment protected him from a lot of wind and sand, and with Wood in front of him, Harry could still keep his eyes open freely.

"Probably, be careful," Wood said.

"Then what should we do? Should we go and notify Principal Dumbledore now?"

"Notify Principal Dumbledore? This is not the first time that such a trivial matter does not need to be reported to Principal Dumbledore?"

"What?! Hasn't Voldemort disappeared long ago?"

"What the hell... Oh, I think you misunderstood. I only meant that the Slytherin House team competed with us for the court more than once."

Harry: ...

Zhuo, I thought Voldemort was coming!

If it were just the Slytherin house team...

Harry tightened the broomstick in his hand, feeling a surge of blood ready for war.

While the two were talking, the wind and sand gradually fell back to the ground, and then they saw a man crawling out of the sand pit with difficulty.

It's just that the sand pit is a bit deep, and every time the man shows his head, he slides down again.

"Remy?!"

Harry was stunned for a moment and hurried over.

When he arrived at the pit, Harry was about to say something, but when he saw what Remy was using as a hiking pole, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Remi was seen holding a white pillar in the shape of a slender cylindrical shape. There were protruding flaky flying wings on the pillar, especially at the bottom.

Looking at this thing, Harry couldn't help but think of a weapon he had seen on TV - missiles!

"Remy, you...gudong...what is that in your hand?" Harry asked.

"Ah? What do you mean? I'll give you a specially customized broomstick!"

Remy shook the "flying broomstick" in his hand and said cheerfully.

"Did you see how I got here just now? You must not have seen it, right? Let me tell you, this thing is super fast!"

Harry: ...

I sure didn't see how you got here, but now I know how you landed!

This is not a broomstick, this is clearly a moving coffin!

And who would play Quidditch on this thing? ? ?

"Ouch!"

He accidentally slipped again, and Remy had to hand the broomstick to Harry and ask Harry for help: "Give me a hand and pull me up."

"Didn't you say this is a broomstick? Can't you just fly up? It doesn't seem to be broken." Wood came over and looked at the broomstick in Remy's hand curiously.

Oh yes!

This is a broomstick in my hand!

Suddenly realizing it, Remy slapped his head and hurriedly got on the broomstick.

In the shocked eyes of Harry and Wood, they saw an extremely exaggerated flame shooting out from the tail of the broomstick Remy was riding.

But the sand that comes into contact with the flames does nothing.

I saw Remy slowly rising into the sky on his broomstick, and after about a second...

Whoosh!

Bang!

Harry and Wood shuddered at the same time and quickly turned their heads to look back, just in time to see Remy falling from the pillar supporting the goal.

Wood reacted quickly and immediately got on the broomstick. The next moment, a strong wind blew past him.

Wood was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned his head, only to see a long deep trench being plowed out on the sand of the court leading directly to the edge of the court, and Remy was on the wall at the edge of the court, using a broomstick in a weird posture. Use the crowbar to pry yourself out.

"Your friend... is really collision-resistant!" Wood looked at Harry with gleaming eyes: "I think he is an excellent candidate to be a goalkeeper! How is his flying skills? If his flying skills are good, he would also be good as a batsman. !”

Harry: ...

Have you also been assimilated to the point of being unreliable?

Based on Remy's current performance, aren't you worried that he will knock the referee to death?

"I don't know, but Remy doesn't seem to be interested in Quidditch at all." Harry said, shaking his head.

"How is this possible?" Wooden stared at Harry with wide eyes and looked at Harry in disbelief: "How can there be a wizard who is not interested in Quidditch?"

"Remy said that Quidditch, which does not carry a wand and cannot cast spells, is meaningless at all. Real wizards should ride on broomsticks and cast spells." Harry said.

"Uh... Okay, but that would be a little too dangerous." Wood said.

While they were discussing, Remy had already trotted over with his broomstick on his shoulders.

Arriving in front of the two of them, Remy thrust his broomstick into the ground and shook his hair vigorously.

"How's it going? Hurry up? Are you excited?" Remy asked.

Harry and Wood looked at each other, and Wood thought for a moment: "Don't you think its speed is a little too fast? You shouldn't be able to control it at all, right?"

"Oh, I'm not a genius seeker, I can't, but Harry can!" Remy said.

"No, no, no..." Harry quickly waved his hand and refused: "I can't even do that. I'm not as resistant to collisions as you!"

Good guy, with the speed this broomstick just showed, if he really uses this broomstick, he will definitely have to reunite with his parents if he makes one mistake.

He hasn't had enough yet!

What's more, he doesn't think this thing is a broomstick!

"Okay, the speed of this broomstick can be adjusted."

Remy reached out and patted the broomstick standing next to him, and Remy's expression turned serious.

"I would like to formally introduce to you, this is my latest invention, the super broomstick - Sky Monkey No. [-]!" Remy said.

Harry: ...

Why does this name sound a little strange?

"Its overall weight is ten kilograms. Although it sounds a bit heavy, it is not slow at all."

"The top speed is as high as Mach [-]!"

Harry: ? ? ?

How many? !