Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 349 Jordan Mandela

The wind swept the rain and swayed from the sky to the left and right, bypassing the MacGuffin.

The same goes for Dumbledore around him.And going one step further, after he waved his magic wand, all the falling rainwater even directly gathered into a stream of water and slowly circled around them.

"Professor, what can you do for me?"

McGuffin stared at the water and turned around before asking dryly.

Dumbledore nodded as he watched the rain that gradually floated on McGuffin's body and then parted.

"Very nice Levitation Charm, but that's not what I'm talking about."

"Mr. Albert, the representative of [Global Light Wheel Company], the representative of the British National Quidditch Team, as well as Ludo, the director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, and people from the Quidditch Council want to ask you about the new broom... They heard that you have been cooperating with the Gryffindor team to make observations and conclusions, and want to hear your opinion as the inventor of the new broom..."

"I……"

Lightning flashed, bright as day.

- Boom!
The thunder was deafening, mixed with Mrs. Hooch's whistle.

- The game has begun.

"The game has started, well, let's not delay!"

"I think you should have mastered the initial tricks of self-flying! It seems that the levitation spell should have reached this level."

Dumbledore waved his wand without waiting for McGuffin to reply.

His body automatically floated up, accelerated, and flew towards the sky.

The current floating around the two of them scattered and fell to the ground, splashing mud and water in all directions.

McGuffin straightened his mind and watched Dumbledore's purple-red wizard robe gradually shrinking in the sky, turning into a blurry figure.

In the end, he sighed, ignoring the little wizards holding umbrellas in the stands in the corridor, who were stunned when they saw this scene.

He took out his wand and waved it lightly, agitating the magic power and directly floating up.

Started along those rain-soaked wall decorations, as the professor had taught, and followed Dumbledore towards one of the stands to the left.

When McGuffin stumbled, twisted, and reluctantly landed from the sky to the stands, the game had already started two or three minutes ago.

The Hufflepuff and Gryffindor teams rode new-style broomsticks soaring over the pitch, drawing white lines in the rain.

All players have to lean their heads against the broom to resist the resistance encountered by the air collision due to speed.

Blurred red and yellow figures were speeding across the field.

Everyone is separated by a large distance, and only occasionally when they score a goal, they will slowly slow down and throw the red Quaffle into the ball frame.

But in this case, the efficiency of riding a broom across half the field has been greatly improved.

The battle over the Quaffle began to intensify.

Both teams have adopted the approach of the whole team attack.

Even Seekers are covering their own team's offense.

This increases the importance of Bludgers and hitters. George and Fred must rely on their own experience and intuition to control the Bludgers, and then rush to the opponent's goal to attack and interfere with the opponent's scoring rhythm.

For example, when McGuffin just slowly landed from the sky to the stands, George controlled the tail of the broom to hit the Bludger directly, forcing the opposing batter to control the broom to stop, which made Angelina score the goal very smoothly.

After Lee Jordan announced the news, he even won cheers from the little Gryffindor wizards on the court.

"It seems that driving in a straight line does have a great advantage. You see... Mrs. Hooch's [Light Wheel 2001] is completely unable to keep up with the speed of the two amateur Quidditch teams. In addition, the vision is blurred due to the rain. She just judges the game based on her own experience and makes a decision."

Dumbledore was standing next to an older wizard slightly younger than himself when the MacGuffin descended into the stands.

His hair was extremely short (a bit unwizard in that way, a bit Muggle-like) and half white and half gray.

Wearing gold-rimmed square glasses, his face is fair and beardless.

Dumbledore and the old wizard were wearing a fuchsia wizard robe and a bright green wizard robe, which stood out among the middle-aged men in black robes.

The old wizard looked up at the landing MacGuffin, with a look of interest on his face, but he still focused on the game on the field.

I don't know how long the game has been.

McGuffin tried hard to find Harry's trace with the naked eye, but it was too difficult. (The professor didn't call him, and he couldn't make a sound or leave here)

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the sky became completely dark, so the professors had to cast some kind of oversized fluorescent spell above the stands of the stadium, and some torches that could burn even in the rain were lit on the edge of the stands and in the passageways of the corridors.

After an extremely violent chain collision, Mrs. Hooch had to blow the whistle to stop the game.

The white lines above the court also began to disappear slowly, and the two sides slowly landed in the rain, licking their wounds, recovering their strength, and preparing for the next "fight" in the sky.

In the stand where the MacGuffin was,
The old wizard and Dumbledore stood beside Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports.

He was rarely wearing a black and blue wizard robe, and he was asking the old wizard in a flattering tone.

"Mr. Mandela! Look at this broom..."

"It does have potential. It can increase the confrontation of the game and make the competition for the Quaffle score very intense, but it lacks some skills, tactics, and most importantly... suspense?"

The old wizard Mandela took off his glasses, took out a cloth towel to wipe and said slowly.

"suspense?"

Ludo Bagman brought the round head like a huge spherical cheese to him, his face full of confusion.

"Or monotonous!"

Mr. Mandela nodded, turned around and said. "This kind of broom does have a speed advantage ahead of an era and can lead the team to win the game, but compared with the traditional broom, it will make the Quidditch game return to the last century...becoming barbaric, monotonous, and without suspense. You can judge who will win by looking at the team's cooperative training and the proficiency of the tactical formation.""

"There is no possibility of relying on the player to reverse, and even if the time is a little longer, there will be no suspense in the game. ——It will take away the fun of the World Cup Quidditch game!"

"Sir, then this broom...won't you recommend it to the Quidditch World Cup Council?"

Ludo said with a high-pitched voice, with his head downcast.

"No, I will... As I said, this magic broomstick is an improvement across the ages. Since the invention of the braking spell and the shock absorbing spell, the flying broomstick hasn't changed much."

"We need to move forward, the game of Quidditch needs fresh blood and changes..."

"But...but I'm afraid your little plans won't work out, Bagman!"

"Sir—you?" Ludo asked.

"I mean you don't want to win Quidditch with this broom! That's a dream!"

Mr. Mandela speaks very badly.

"Do you know that before I came, Rich, the Director of Sports of the Irish Ministry of Magic, came to see me?"

"That guy, why does he want you?" Ludo jumped three feet high like a fat mouse whose tail was stepped on.

"Don't worry, Bagman! He also wants to recommend this new type of broom to the Quidditch World Cup Council, and wants this broom to be on the pitch of the Quidditch World Cup..."

"I think he's already ordered brooms from the guys at [Universal Nimbus], hasn't he?"

Ludo, the British Department of Magic and Sports, and the representatives of the British Quidditch national team looked at the wizard of [Universal Light Wheel Company] with ugly faces and had to nod and admit that there was indeed such a thing.

"Impossible, that guy must have some kind of trick! Isn't that old stubborn most clinging to the glory of some Quidditch game?"

Ludo Bagman obviously had a lot of conflicts with his colleague. Whenever he was mentioned, his eyes almost burst out with anger.

——At this time, Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew again, and the Quidditch players began to rush into the sky, drawing white lines in the rain.

But now all the Ministry of Magic officials and professors in this stand are focusing on Mandela's shocking revelation just now.

"You are wrong, Ludo! Rich's greatest glory for the Quidditch game is to win the game... He clearly understands what he wants to do. You can see it from the Irish Quidditch national team. It is like arithmetic and divination. It is precise and meticulous. The whole game is divided into an absolute probability arithmetic, and the winner or loser can be determined before the game starts."

"Although you led the Hornets Quidditch team and he had a close match on the Quidditch pitch, once you lose you, the gap will be clear at a glance!"

Ludo blushed immediately at Mandela's words.

These words made Ludo Bagman, who was once a batter, straighten up again.

Bagman was tall and strong, almost half the head and one third of the old wizard's body.

Now McGuffin could vaguely see the aura of the almost greatest Quidditch player in modern British history.

Ludo glared at Mandela, the old wizard, and shouted unceremoniously.

"Mandela!"

"I won one more game than Rich, I won! It was me... not that three-and-a-half ass guy!"

"Don't be angry! I admit, you did win Rich and broke his ass in three, but...listen to Bagman..." Mr. Mandela said.

"You have to admit that under the leadership of Rich, the Irish national team is already the most popular seeded team in the next World Cup. It can almost be said that the next World Cup will be won..."

"Who said, the Bulgarian Seeker - Viktor Krum... that great guy is full of talent, I am optimistic about him! And there is Australian Quidditch...!"

"Australia! You are joking! Bagman... If the wizards there can qualify for the Quidditch World Cup qualifiers this time, I can eat all the broomsticks that are still flying on this field..."

Mandela waved his hand directly, and interrupted Bagman's example with a speechless face.

"If Australia wasn't in the Asian division, it wouldn't even be eligible to sign up."

"They and Japan are almost the only two in the entire Asia region...Oh, by the way, there is also the South Korean Quidditch team that is often directly sent off and is not eligible to participate, and the Indian Quidditch team that has been trying to get the magic carpet to participate in the Quidditch world through the confusion spell...Don't mention it, Australia has been reduced to the same level as these guys, and Ludo you... Forget it, let's not talk about it!"

Mandela shook his head, speechless.

Bagman looked at the colleagues around him who also stared at him with strange expressions, a little embarrassed, and the anger that had arisen gradually subsided.

Mandela continued, "As for the Bulgarian team, that Krum... is indeed a genius. He may be able to lead the Bulgarian Quidditch team to the final, but he certainly can't handle the Irish national team. As for the British national team... Bagman, you didn't even mention it. It seems that you understand that this is a joke..."

"It's not my fault. If it weren't for those mediocre, old-fashioned bureaucrats in the Ministry of Magic who are conservative and don't want to change, they only think about the afterglow of the British Ministry of Magic in their heads. They think that the British Ministry of Magic is now the center of all the magical world in the [-]th century... By the way, there is also shameless greed and corruption. The spare brooms of the national team at the last Quidditch World Cup will be taken up... Can you imagine? The budget of a British Sports Department..."

The more Ludo spoke, the angrier he became, and he actually spoke directly what was in his heart.

"--cough-cough!"

The subordinate next to him heard something was wrong, and coughed again and again, his throat was almost coughed out.

"..." Ludo Bagman also realized it, and immediately shut up. The scene was once very embarrassing.

"Jordan Bagman, you're going too far!" Dumbledore interrupted at this moment.

"My, mine! My mistake did offend you a bit." Goodman smiled shyly, and raised his hands to apologize to everyone.He also found that this topic could not continue.

"But you should also know that what I said is true, so you will spare no effort to promote this new broomstick to be used in the Quidditch World Cup, right?"

- Huh, - Boom!

Coincidentally, Harry and Cedric Diggory saw the Golden Snitch appearing near this stand, and the two of them swept past the stand with a roar in the rain.

The airflow and rain here were immediately messed up. The rain curtain that had avoided this place because of the spell broke through the defense, and fell on all the wizards in the stands, drenching them all by surprise.

At that moment, the people in the stands felt the incomparable aura, a sense of oppression completely different from ordinary broomsticks.

Momentarily dumb,
After a moment of silence.

With the pitch above, the Quidditch game was fiercely fought again. Jordan Goodman came back to his senses and began to continue the topic just now, "But... Ludo! It's not just you who think this way, Ricky thinks so even more. This broom can indeed change the current game, and even send you to the finals."

"But as I said, he will widen the gap between strong teams and weak teams, especially those with direct gaps in basic skills, such as the cooperation between players, the maintenance of formation, and even the control of the broom...What fancy skills, what Ronsky's fake moves, and personal skills can't change this process at all."

"That's enough speed to break everything and win everything."

"So I will agree. The broom will be in this World Cup."

"That is the future, no doubt!" Jordan Mandela concluded emphatically, pointing to the blurred figures passing by in the sky, those broomsticks with flickering flames from their tails.

"Come on! Come on...Jordan! What do you want me to call up MacGuffin Albert?"

Dumbledore seemed to finally remember the little wizard who had been ignored.

He came over and introduced McGuffin to this slightly strange old wizard who seemed to be quite prestigious.

"Sir! I am MacGuffin Albert!"

"Jordan Mandela, an old wizard who has nothing to do! You can call me Jordan, or Mandela, don't be so restrained!"

Mandela said kindly.

"I called you here this time, mainly to hear your opinion... your opinion on this new type of broom!"

"After all, you invented it!"

(End of this chapter)