Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 163 Goal, goal, goal!

On the court, as the first person was eliminated, the pressure on the remaining two suddenly increased a lot.

They could only put their minds to it, avoiding the two Bludgers as much as possible, and at the same time looking for opportunities to cause some trouble for the opponent.

The two of you came and went, and after a stalemate for more than ten minutes, the winner was finally decided.

But to everyone's surprise, the last one left was an unpopular third-year student. With his flexible positioning, he successfully counter-killed the tall and burly fifth-year opponent at a critical moment.

In the stands, everyone started applauding and cheering.

Harris stepped forward and extended his hand with a smile, "Wilnard, you are welcome to join the team."

"My honor, captain." The third-year student also reached out and shook Harris's hand.

There was another burst of applause from around.

The next step was the selection of the Chaser. Kyle stood up and came to the field with a broom.

"Come on, Kyle!"

Cedric shouted, lighting a firework at the same time.

Fireworks exploded above the stands, forming a huge banner with a running badger and six characters of Kyle cheering and winning.

I don't know where Cedric got the fireworks, even if it is daytime, they are clearly visible.

This is probably a bit too exaggerated...

In this chic refueling, Kyle came to the middle of the field.

Competing with him for Chaser are two others, both in fifth grade.

"As a Chaser, the accuracy of your pitch is very important..."

Harris held the Quaffle and said to the three: "Next, I will be the goalkeeper, and you will be responsible for throwing the ball. Whoever scores the most points within the specified time will be able to enter the team.

So... whoever comes first. "

"Let me come..." Kyle walked out.

Although it must be a bit of a disadvantage to be the first one without knowing Harris' goalkeeping style, but he has the advantage of the broom after all, so it can be regarded as even.

"That's it. Remember, don't be nervous for a while, just play normally."

Harris asked Kyle a few words, and came to the goal post.

Kyle also got on the broom and left the ground with a light kick.

"Can we start?" Harris asked.

"no problem."

As soon as Kyle finished speaking, someone from below threw the Quaffle up.

Kyle swooped down to catch the Quaffle, and then began to fly quickly towards the goal.

Before Harris could react, Kyle had already arrived.

Facing an empty goal, he casually threw the Quaffle in.

"very!"

Someone from below shouted teasingly: "Captain, what were you doing standing there just now? Could it be that you let the water go!"

"Go aside!" Harris blushed a little.

Of course he couldn't release the water, he just simply didn't react.

He thought that the speed of the Nimbus 2000 would be very fast, but he didn't expect it to be so much faster than the Nimbus 1700. Although the two brooms are only two years apart, they are not at the same level at all!

That's really weird... Is this the Light Wheel company he knew who could only squeeze a little bit of toothpaste?

"Come again!"

Harris calmed down and took a lot of seriousness. He didn't want to be said to be letting the water go.

Soon, another Quaffle was thrown up.

Kyle was the same as before, and after catching the ball, he flew to the goal post.

With previous experience, Harris reacted this time and stood in front of Kyle directly.

Kyle flicked the Quaffle with his right hand...

"It's the goal on the right!" Harris thought, and flew to the right in an instant.

But what he didn't expect was that the Quaffle didn't fly to the right at all, it just spun a few times in the air, and then returned to Kyle's hand again.

At this time, the other person has already flown far away, and it must be too late to turn back.

Kyle scored again.

"Twenty points!"

"Look, Harry, it's a back toss."

In the stands, Ron grabbed Harry's arm and said excitedly, "Merlin, I didn't expect to see one of the classic Chaser feints here."

"Is this difficult?" Harry asked suspiciously.

He didn't know much about these things when he just came into contact with Quidditch.

But speaking of feints, Harry suddenly remembered something.

On the way Professor McGonagall took him to find Wood, he had said that when he picked up the memory ball, he acted like a classic Quidditch fake.

What was it called the Strong Fake...or the Ronsky Fake...he couldn't quite remember.

But pretty much the same.

"It's not that hard to do a return throw, but the hard part is you have to be able to fool the keeper."

Ron thought for a while and said, "The goalkeeper on the field is the captain of Hufflepuff. It can be said that he is the most experienced old player in Hogwarts. It is not easy to deceive him."

Harry still couldn't quite understand it, but judging from the deafening cheers around him, Kyle's move just now should be very exciting.

So he joined the cheers.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand... He can pretend to understand, the main thing is to be a gregarious person.

On the other side, Harris blushed even more when he heard the faint booing from below.

Of course he knows about throwing the ball back, and he has done it more than once. In the Quidditch Cup the year before last, he scored the last goal with this trick.

And that year, Hufflepuff just won the Quidditch Cup with a very narrow advantage.

But he didn't expect that one day he would be fooled by the return throw.

No wonder the goalkeeper looked at him so unkindly back then. The feeling of being teased is really not very good.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have joined in the fun." Harris complained incessantly.

He was worried that using a real goalkeeper would hurt the self-confidence of those people, so he made a temporary cameo appearance.

Now it seems that this decision is a bit redundant, but the substitution is definitely not possible, Harris can only bite the bullet and continue.

Kyle took two shots, and it only took about 1 minute, which was still early from the stipulated 10 minutes.

In the next time.He demonstrated in an all-round way what is called the speed of Nimbus 2000.

No matter which direction the Quaffle came from, he could catch it immediately, fly 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 the broom and looked at Kyle with fiery eyes.

This is a genius chaser!

Last year's Cedric...this year's Kyle...

The corners of Harris' mouth began to rise uncontrollably, and he finally understood why Wood laughed so exaggeratedly before.

No one can bear this.