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Kyle threw two balls in just about a minute, which was well before the stipulated ten minutes.
In the following time, he demonstrated the speed of the Light Wheel 2000 in all aspects.
No matter which direction the Quaffle was thrown from, he could catch it in the first place, then fly it to the goal post and score a goal.
Moreover, the way he scores each time is different, sometimes he uses fake moves, and sometimes he simply relies on the broom to send the ball in directly.
Gradually, Harris also began to swing.
He sat on his broom and looked at Kyle with burning eyes.
This is a talented chaser!
Last year's Cedric...this year's Kyle...
Harris couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He finally understood why Wood had laughed so exaggeratedly before.
No one can resist this.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 164 The Damn Sorting Hat
Ten minutes passed quickly, and when the whistle sounded, Kyle raised his arm high and threw the Quaffle in his hand at the last second.
But because the distance was too far, the ball was eventually intercepted by Harris, successfully breaking his own "zero" record.
At this time, next to the court, the number on the scoreboard was fixed at 210, which meant that Kyle scored a total of 21 goals in ten minutes.
Shooting two goals in one minute even though he has to cross the entire court to catch the ball is a very scary result.
Three Quaffles were almost not enough after being thrown in turn, and in the end, Professor McGonagall, who was watching from the sidelines, used a Transfiguration spell to support two of them, and they barely managed to hold on until the end.
"Merlin's beard, I never want to be a goalkeeper again!"
Harris breathed a sigh of relief when he returned to the ground. During these ten minutes, he truly experienced what it meant to be in pain and happy at the same time.
The reason for their happiness was that Hufflepuff had a talented Chaser, and if nothing unexpected happened, that second-year student named Kyle would definitely become the key figure in their winning of the Quidditch Cup.
Harris himself is one of the best Chasers at Hogwarts, and he gets more than half of Hufflepuff's points in each match.
But therein lay the problem. The other two chasers were so far inferior in strength to him that the three of them simply could not cooperate well. Almost every goal was scored by him alone.
This is undoubtedly a huge test for his physical strength, which is why there is a saying that Hufflepuffs are not good at protracted battles.
Another point is that if he is closely guarded by the opposing players or is injured and leaves the field, Hufflepuff will immediately fall into a disadvantage.
Fortunately, a talented Seeker Cedric emerged last year. With him searching for the Golden Snitch on the field, it is difficult for other colleges to drag out the game for too long.
With the addition of Kyle this year, Hufflepuff’s biggest shortcoming was suddenly made up.
Harris seemed to have seen the Quidditch trophy waving at him, so how could he not be happy?
As for the pain...it's also very simple.
Anyone who has been played like a fool for ten minutes will have this feeling.
"Captain, it's a good thing you didn't sign up to be the goalkeeper." A team member joked, "Otherwise we would never win the Quidditch Cup."
"Shut up, Ferro!" Harris glared at him. "I feel like your skills have been declining recently. Come over for special training at 8 a.m. tomorrow."
"Eight o'clock!"
Ferro couldn't laugh anymore, and said with a bitter face: "Special training is fine, but can ten o'clock be okay... No, nine o'clock, nine o'clock is also OK!"
Hufflepuff students are not as curly as Ravenclaw's top students, and they don't have the energy of Gryffindor. They basically sleep until they wake up naturally on weekends.
Eight o'clock was really too much for him.
"No!" Harris snorted coldly, "Remember, come at 8 o'clock in the morning. If you are one minute late, you will practice an extra hour."
After saying that, Harris went straight to the center of the court.
Although Kyle's performance was perfect, the process still had to continue.
He looked at the remaining two and asked, "Who will come next?"
The two fifth-grade students looked at each other and shook their heads nonchalantly.
One of them spread his hands and said, "No need, I abstain."
Although Harris was suspected of being bad at the end, even if Kyle's score was reduced by half, he would not be able to complete it.
So there is no need to waste any more time.
Another person thought the same thing.
"I also abstain... And don't pretend, you can laugh if you want." After speaking, he himself laughed first.
He was naturally very happy that Hufflepuff had produced another genius.
"Ahem...the professors are all watching, be serious." Harris reprimanded him with a pretentious face.
You can be happy, but you have to wait until you get to the common room. There are so many professors watching you, you can't act too proud.
It is easy to be bullied.
Harris suppressed his excitement and tried to look serious.
"Since you have all decided to give up, then..."
He walked up to Kyle and held out his hand, "Congratulations Kyle, you will be the team's Chaser from now on."
"My pleasure, Captain." Kyle held out his hand and shook it.
Professor Sprout was watching them from the stands, his smile like a blooming, biting kale.
But Professor McGonagall next to her was different.
Professor McGonagall tightly grasped the "Advanced Transfiguration Guide" in her hand, her body still shaking.
It hurts, it hurts too much!
Why isn't such a Quidditch genius in Gryffindor!
Professor McGonagall was sure that with Kyle and Harry Potter, Gryffindor would be invincible.
But alas, he was a Hufflepuff.
Damn the Sorting Hat...
"Ah!"
On the eighth floor, in the principal's office, the Sorting Hat, which was composing a new song, suddenly sneezed.
"How strange." Dumbledore looked at it curiously. "Can you catch a cold too?"
"I don't know, but it shouldn't be. After all, I'm just a hat."
The Sorting Hat tried to rub its head with its brim, but it couldn't reach it, so it ended up just wiping its mouth.
"Albus, I think someone must have thought badly about me."
"I still prefer to believe that you have a cold."
Dumbledore smiled and said, "As far as I know, no student hates their own college. If that's the case, how could they have bad intentions towards you?"
"That's true..." The Sorting Hat nodded in agreement. Its decisions were never wrong.
"Do I really have a cold?"
The Sorting Hat fell into self-doubt, but it was just a hat, and Godric Gryffindor didn't seem to have added this setting when he created it!
"Although I don't know if the stimulant will work on you...would you like to try it?"
Dumbledore came to the Sorting Hat, grabbed in the air, and instantly a small bottle appeared in his hand.
“This is the most effective cold medicine.”
"Then let's give it a try." The Sorting Hat thought for a moment and opened its mouth. "By the way, your magic has improved a lot, Albus."
"Just some tricks." Dumbledore calmly poured the stimulant in his hand into the mouth of the Sorting Hat...or rather, onto the brim of the hat.
Because it can't eat, it must be taken internally and can only be applied externally.
The potion seeped into the Sorting Hat bit by bit, leaving a large dark brown mark, which made it look even dirtier.
But neither of the two people present cared about it.
"How does it feel?" Dumbledore asked.
"I think... it should be much better." The Sorting Hat licked the brim of its hat, "At least you don't sneeze now."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 165 Fight Incident
As the most popular sport at Hogwarts, Quidditch has always been very popular.
Not long after the tryout ended, the news that Kyle scored 21 goals in ten minutes spread like wildfire.
In the following days, everyone was talking about it.
Some were shocked, some were excited, and some were skeptical.
“This is too fake.”
At the Slytherin table, Zabini said with disdain, "Although I admit that Kyle has some skills and the maps he made are satisfactory to me, he is far behind when it comes to Quidditch.
Scoring 21 goals in 10 minutes, even I can’t do it, how can he do it! ”
"Are you better than Kyle?" Malfoy glanced at him sideways.
"You do not believe?"
Zabini said proudly, "My fifth father is a professional Quidditch player. He once said that I am a Quidditch genius that is rarely seen in a century. As long as I am willing, there will be countless professional teams vying for me to join them as soon as I graduate."
Hearing this, many people around subconsciously curled their lips.
Mrs. Zabini is a very beautiful witch in the magical world. She has been married seven times, and each of her husbands died mysteriously and left a large inheritance.
"I've heard this before, and more than once." Malfoy sneered.
He knew long ago that words like these were simply insincere compliments, but he didn't expect that someone would actually take them seriously.