Marvel's Hogwarts Wizards

Chapter 72 Golden Snitch, bring it to you!

On Saturday morning, the auditorium on the first floor.

"Hermione, go to the library first after you finish eating, don't wait for me, I have something to do, I'll be there in about half an hour!"

After breakfast, Jerry explained to Hermione in advance as he passed by the Gryffindor table.

Last Saturday he made an appointment with Hermione to go to the library to read books this morning, but because of an accident on Thursday, he had to go to the Quidditch stadium this morning to solve the problem of participating in Quidditch training in the future.

However, if the plan goes well, he shouldn't need to waste too long there.

The Quidditch pitch of Hogwarts is located between the castle and the Forbidden Forest. The area is as large as several football fields, and the auditorium on all sides is enough for thousands of people to sit and watch without being crowded.

There are three gold poles at each end of the field, with rings on top, each of them is more than ten meters high.

Today, the Slytherin team specially applied for the Quidditch venue, so now only the wizards of the Slytherin team are conducting daily training on the venue.

The tall and burly captain Marcus, along with the other two Slater wizards, was conducting passing training. The ball in their hands was about 30 centimeters in diameter and bright red in color.

From time to time they also throw the ball at the goalkeeper standing in the ring.

On the other side, two Slater wizards were riding broomsticks, holding short clubs in their hands, and they were constantly hitting two black iron balls that were constantly attacking them. The black iron balls were a circle smaller than the red balls just now.

There is also a wizard Slater below who did not participate in the training. He is sitting in the stands, and his expression does not seem to be very good.

"Okay, let's pause for a while and gather at my place!"

At this time, the captain Marcus, who was passing the ball, also saw Jerry, and quickly waved his hand and shouted to the players.

After a while, Marcus introduced to his six team members:

"This freshman, Jerry Kamen, is also our new Seeker. Welcome!"

However, after Marcus's voice fell, none of the other six team members raised their hands to applaud, but all of them looked disdainful.

It seemed to them a joke that a first-year freshman, who had never played a broomstick before, was the most important Chaser on their team.

Even if it was their terrifying Headmaster Snape's decision, it didn't make them feel confident.

"It depends on you, if you want to replace me as the Seeker, I think the dean is confused!"

At this time, the Slytherin wizard who was sitting in the stands sullenly said to Jerry with a mocking face.

"I also think the dean is a bit too much this time. Although senior Terrance is not the top seeker, he has also earned a lot of honor for us Slytherin. We can't let this first-year newborn egg to replace him!"

Another wizard Slater interjected.

"And senior Terrence will be graduating next year, and this year will be his last Quidditch competition!"

"Heh, you are standing and talking without pain in your back. I also know that this matter is very inappropriate, but if you have the ability, go and talk to the dean in person. See if the dean will send your souls to hell with black magic!"

Marcus rolled his eyes secretly when he heard the complaints from his teammates.

Don't look at other people who are tall and burly and look very cruel, but they are still very cowardly in the face of Snape.

It wasn't really that he was afraid that Snape would use black magic to punish him. In fact, this had never happened before. Snape would never use black magic to punish students, it was just his psychology.

Just like when you were eleven or twelve years old, you met a teacher who made you feel very scary. Even if you grow up in the future, when you think about this teacher, you will still have some psychological shadows.

Snape was like this, with a gloomy face all day long, exuding a dark and terrifying aura everywhere, and the Potions class was even more severe, and he never showed mercy when he scolded the little wizard.

For every first-year freshman, it is a nightmare.

So even though these little wizards were grown up in the sixth or seventh grade, when they faced Snape, they still trembled a little.

This is a problem left over from history.

"Okay, since this is the dean's decision, it cannot be changed. The most important thing for us now is to spare more time for training. Before the first Quidditch game next month, we must train Jerry to become a A slightly more qualified Seeker!"

Marcus knew that it was useless to complain now, and only by training more could he win in future competitions.

"I'm sorry, Senior Marcus, I'm usually busy, so I may not be able to participate in your training!"

As Marcus tried to reassure the team, Jerry smiled and raised his hand.

"What did you say?"

The tall and burly Marcus stood in front of Jerry aggressively, his face full of anger.

Good guy, I just said that I need to step up training, but you don't have time to train, you are a newbie and don't know anything, how can you have confidence.

"I said, I'm usually busy, and I may not have time to come and train with you!"

Jerry smiled and repeated it again.

Immediately afterwards, he ushered in the seven original Slytherin team members, who condemned him violently.

"Stop, stop, seniors, listen to my explanation!"

Jerry slid backwards, avoiding the spittle of the seven seniors, and then said slowly:

"Do you see if this works? I know the rules of the Quidditch game very well, and the task of the Seeker is to throw everything away and catch the Snitch.

Now, I'll make you a bet, if I can catch the Snitch three times in a row in five minutes, then I can skip training.

If it doesn't work, I'll make it clear to Dean Snape myself and quit the team! "

Hearing Jerry's words, the seven Slytherin members, including Marcus, were all stunned.

Catch the Snitch three times in a row within five minutes, aren't you kidding?

Even the best Seeker in the international Quidditch game, he couldn't catch the Snitch in the first five minutes.

Unless one day is very lucky, there is only a little possibility.

"How about it, bet or not?"

Jerry smiled again.

Seven people replied at the same time:

"bet!"

From their point of view, it might be that Jerry knew that he couldn't be a Seeker, so he found a reason and quit.

five minutes later,

Jerry held up his training broomstick and gestured to Marcus in the middle of the Quidditch field for an Oak sign.

Marcus opened the box, took out the training Snitch, and let go.

The golden snitch the size of a walnut immediately opened a pair of small silver wings, and then quickly fled across the entire Quidditch pitch.

And Jerry also kicked his feet, turned on the "boosting brain" function, and rushed towards the golden snitch.

"Bring it to you!"

After a few sharp turns, Jerry in Superman mode grabbed the Golden Snitch.

(end of this chapter)