Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"Quidditch, I didn't expect this sport to become so popular." After helping Daphne deal with the noisy Malfoy, Les only felt that nothing was normal in the world.

"Did you know? Quidditch and Slytherin are closely related." On a whim, Les decided to tell the young wizards around him a story about the origin of Quidditch.

In Slytherin House, there will never be a shortage of listeners when you tell stories about Salazar Slytherin. As soon as Rice finished speaking, he noticed several eyes directed at him, either openly or covertly.

"There is no doubt that Quidditch is the most popular sport today, but do you know that in the eleventh century when the Big Four were active, Quidditch was an extremely unpopular sport. Rocks, mid-air collisions...these are sports that are better known.”

More and more people are pricking up their ears.

Several of the sports mentioned by Rice were popular sports that once flourished in the Middle Ages but have now disappeared. Their extinction is related to their danger. For example, catching stones is an extremely violent and dangerous game. Each contestant had to tie a cauldron to his head with a leash and use the cauldron on his head to catch enchanted stones falling from a height of one hundred feet!

It is conceivable how high the casualty rate of this kind of game is. The literal translation of the name of this game is even called "Injured Head" - people with no brain problems will not play this game.

"The birth of Quidditch is inseparable from a witch named Gertie Kidder." Les began to tell the little wizards the story of what happened that year.

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"Ha! Godric, I'm flying!" Salazar Slytherin drove his broom in a circle in the sky.

"What kind of broomstick is this! You can cast a flying spell on an ordinary broomstick!" Godric Gryffindor took off his old friend's underwear without hesitation: Salazar couldn't move it at all. Flying broomstick, he had no choice but to cast a levitation spell on an ordinary broomstick, allowing it to float on its back.

"You just said it didn't fly?!" Slytherin was a little annoyed - for some reason, he just couldn't deal with flying broomsticks and could hardly resonate with him. Although there is flying magic to assist him in flying, it is still embarrassing after all.

What wizard can't ride a broomstick?

"Okay, okay, do you want to come together to pick up the stones?" Godric was eager to give it a try.

Slytherin fell silent.

He felt that a positive feedback loop seemed to be appearing in front of him: Only a person with a defective brain would play catching stones. After playing catching stones, his brain would become even worse, and then he would want to play catching stones even more...

Slytherin decided to fulfill his duty as a friend and save Gryffindor's precarious head, so he made up a game on the spot. This game is somewhat similar to the duck smashing game often played by Muggle children. Two people throw balls at each other, and points are deducted if they are hit.

"What's so hard about this? Just watch the ball!" Godric was very excited and directly conjured a ball and hit Slytherin in the face.

The two were having fun until Godric's conjured ball accidentally fell into Gertie Kidder's vegetable patch. Gerty confiscated the offending ball and fired several curses at the two men.

Les and Godric left in despair. But the game between the two is not over yet, they haven't had enough fun yet.

So the next day, they came again, Godric made a new ball, and Rice changed the rules of the game. In order to prevent what happened yesterday from happening again, he decided to change the scoring method by throwing the ball into the woods at one end of the swamp - this was the prototype of the Quaffle and the scoring ring. Later, in order to make the game more interesting, they also cast magic on two stones so that they could fly around in the sky and interfere with their throwing. This was the predecessor of the Bludger.

Since the swamp was called Quidditch, Slytherin named the sport Quidditch.

"This is where Quidditch comes from!"

After Les' story was finished, the little wizards around him started a lively discussion on this topic.

"So it's normal that we are good at playing Quidditch. After all, Lord Slytherin invented the game, and the students of Slytherin House are born to play it."

"The relationship between Lord Slytherin and Gryffindor seems to be pretty good?" "They were good friends at first."

"What happened to the Golden Snitch?" "I know this!"

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"Is it recorded in medieval wizard letters again?" Daphne raised her eyebrows.

Les looked away, indicating that you are really good at predicting things.

When Malfoy was slapped in the face by Daphne in the Great Hall, the trend of bragging about his flying skills among the freshmen suddenly came to a halt. Rice's story about the origin of Quidditch gradually spread.

In such an atmosphere, the first flying lesson for the first-year Slytherin students arrived.

The weather is clear, the wind is sunny, and the most anticipated flying lesson is about to take place. For the new students in Slytherin, life was wonderful on Thursday. The only drawback was that they had to go to class with the new students in Gryffindor.

The person who teaches everyone flying lessons is a lady named Huo Qi. She has short gray hair and a pair of yellow eyes like an eagle. It is said that she was once a member of the professional Quidditch team and retired to teach at Hogwarts. Compared with other retired players, being able to teach at Hogwarts is undoubtedly an excellent job, so she is also very serious about her job.

"Okay, don't waste time!" she snapped. "Everyone stand next to a broomstick and hurry up."

Les glanced down at the broomstick at his feet: it was old and worn, and its branches were messy.

An unpleasant feeling crept into his heart, and Les recalled some unpleasant memories, but he was a little bit lucky: the flying broomstick was not very good back then, could it be a quality problem with the broom itself? It's been a thousand years. It's time for broomsticks to become more humane, right?

Technology is improving!

"Stretch out your right hand, place it on the broom handle, and say 'get up'!" Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front and gave a demonstration herself.

"Get up!" The little wizards followed suit.

"Get up." Les said to the broom at his feet.

The broom was lying on the ground, rolling around, not looking like it was going to follow Les's instructions.

puff!

Malfoy, who was standing next to him, laughed out loud: He finally found Les's weakness! There is something that Les is not good at!

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