Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 166 Wrought Iron
The difference between "Nimbus 2001" and "Comet 260" is like a car and a bicycle.

This broom is very fast and has very good performance. It is a fast and stable type.Aside from the common fault of flying broomsticks—riding flusteredly, Klein is quite satisfied.

"Sooner or later, you have to put a seat on the broom, and put some soft cloth on it. Comfort and breathability must be considered."

Thinking silently in his heart, Klein grabbed the Quaffle and looked at the fourteen Quidditch players opposite with a relaxed expression, forming a tight formation and blocking the goal.

Just looking at that posture, it's still quite bluffing.

The England Quidditch team may not be very good at offense, but they still have two brushes in defense.

but
This is exactly what Klein wanted.

"let's start."

Flicking the Quaffle, and then swung the club suddenly, Klein muttered to himself, his body flickered, and his whole body flew towards the goal like a cannonball fired.

Dodging from left to right, he seemed to have planned the attack route long ago, maintaining control of the Quaffle all the time, passing people one after another.

The defense laid down by the Quidditch players was useless!
"This!"

Gasol's eyes widened involuntarily, and the hairs on his body stood up one by one involuntarily.

This is the ability of genius!

His coveted ability!

The ability to destroy all defenses on the court!

It turns out that Klein Grindelwald can really do it.

Whether it's a low-level exchange game in the school or an official game at the national team level, he can give full play to his ability, dribbling the ball into the battle like no one else!
"Great!"

Obviously his formation was blown to pieces, but Gasol was delighted from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe, he doesn't have to wait six years until Klein Grindelwald grows up to save the team.

Now is their chance.

An excellent immediate combat ability will make up for all the shortcomings and make them a team that is truly capable of winning the world arena!
"Whoosh!"

The strong wind howled, and the bright red Quaffle seemed to be born of life under Klein's control.It can always break through the defense at the most tricky angles, flying back and forth in the air, getting closer and closer to the circular goal.

"Stop him! Block him!"

Since you can't stop the ball, you can only stop people.

The Quidditch players' eyes were red, and they wanted to bump into Klein without even thinking about it.

This is the difference between campus Quidditch and official Quidditch, ruthless and cruel.As long as you can stop the opponent's attack, there is nothing you can't do!

"Innocent."

Klein smiled, and the broom suddenly accelerated.

He was faster than the Quaffle, and seemed to have eyes behind him to avoid the Bludger's attack.Under the joint defense of those Quidditch players, he rushed and paused, and then he rushed and paused. He was stunned to get rid of the fatal strangulation, and regained the control of the Quaffle in an unexpected way.

"Oh, it's so easy."

Klein was already very close to the goal when he caught the Quaffle.

He can even see the tense expressions on the defenders' faces.

Stop and hit the ball.

His movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, without stagnation for a second, exuding a strange sense of beauty.

"boom."

The Quaffle collided with the oak club, there was a muffled sound, and then it turned into a bright red bolt of lightning!

With a "whoosh", the ball entered the ring.

Very handy!

"nice shot!"

Off the court, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick couldn't help cheering.

Especially Professor McGonagall, the no-nonsense witch who showed an unusual enthusiasm for Quidditch.

Thirteen official Quidditch players were chasing and intercepting, did they not touch the corner of Klein's clothes?
Unbelievable!

She is now incredibly grateful to have written that letter.

If such a genius does not become famous in the world arena, it will be a loss for the entire Quidditch sport!
That's right, how can this unique talent be used in the field of spells and potions? The all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor is our good student at Hogwarts~
"it is good!"

Manager William, Michael and other Ministry of Magic officials were also very excited.

Those of them who specialize in magic sports can see the value of Klein's goal just now.

Let's put it this way, if Klein really becomes a Quidditch star in the future, then the scene of his first goal just now is enough to be recorded in the history of Quidditch.

Against a goal defended by thirteen men
It can only be said that he was born to eat this bowl of rice.

Eh?
No, it seems that the Merlin First Class Medal has also been obtained.

"very."

Regardless of what those people outside the arena were thinking, Klein raised a finger and shook the distraught Quidditch players over there.

This is not the end.

This is just the beginning.

After getting the Quaffle, he flew to the backcourt again. He didn't mean to "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade", and started his second attack without delay.

The ball is fast, the man is faster.

Although they were all the same broom, Klein developed every minute of the speed of "Nimbus 2001" as if he was not worried about falling off.

And his flying method is also extremely skillful, not blindly rushing, but rhythmically pausing to accelerate, turning, rising and falling suddenly, and accelerating again.

Like lightning with an unpredictable trajectory, the other ball separated and easily broke through the defense.After suddenly speeding up and regaining control of the Quaffle, the ball was separated again, and the second defense also collapsed.

This is not a game.
This is wanton teasing.

Manager William covered his head, full of hope for the future of the team, but couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

What kind of thing is this fighting? Thirteen people can't block one of them?

No wonder their team's performance can be as bad as it is now.

"Whoosh!"

The bright red Quaffle blasted through the ring again.

Klein raised his second finger with a calm expression.

"Twenty points."

There was no sound above the sky.

Including Gasol, all the Quidditch players lowered their heads silently, wondering what they were thinking.

"Ha ha."

Klein smiled.

Even if he didn't use "Legiliency", he knew it was a serious blow.

But there is a saying that does not say so.

You earn face by yourself, if you have no skills, don't blame others.

Now only 6 minutes have passed since the opening game, that is to say, these players still have at least 54 minutes to think about how they lost face little by little.

Do not break or stand.

If they can't even bear this blow, then they can only say that they deserve it, that they are not suitable to survive in the professional arena.

"Get ready, everyone, I'm going to attack."

Reminding with a smile, Klein once again started to rush forward from the backcourt.

Score!Score!Score!

He wants to use the cruelest way to hammer these rough pieces of iron into steel and forge them into a sharp sword that will sweep the "World Cup" two years later!

(End of this chapter)