Saturday morning was cold, foggy and drizzling. Most of the people in the Great Hall www.biquge.info still have a lively discussion about Dumbledore's youth past, or the ulterior relationship between Dumbledore and Harry.

There was a red crowd on the field, and they had already stood in a large part of the field. Half of the Gryffindor House students from Year 1 to Year 7 came, so it was impossible for everyone to have their own broomsticks, and they had to scramble for the old brooms they had from the school warehouse, and the performance of the school brooms varied greatly, most of them were second-hand.

As Slytherin approached in green robes, the Gryffindor students immediately stopped arguing, and the two sides immediately faced each other.

"You're late, we'll be there first. Harry yelled at Phoenix, "Now please get out." ”

"Don't worry, I have the headmaster's note. Phoenix said.

'I, Headmaster Snape, have given Slytherin permission to train at the Quidditch pitch today and select new players. ’

Harry struggled to resist the urge to tear up the parchment. He looked up at the number of people behind Phoenix, who were no less than the Gryffindians - many pure-blood students did not participate, not for anything else, and Slytherin had long been joined by the background of his parents, and he had made this selection method very unhappy to them - and the old men had graduated last year. Thinking of this, Harry settled down a little, so that Gryffindor still had a little advantage, and he still had Katie as a veteran under him.

It's really annoying that everyone is here, but they can't start the selection. Harry sat in the stands with a considerable number of the people, intending to cause trouble for the Slytherin selection later.

"Alright, everyone, listen up. Phoenix shouted as hard as he could, "It's not hard to work in a group of six, hurry-"

Several seventh-graders forcibly grabbed a few second-graders to stand with them.

"The first test is very simple," Phoenix waved his wand, and seven fire crossbow arrows appeared on the ground, "Everyone in the group takes a broom, goes around the field, I will time, and those who can't fly in a minute will be eliminated directly, and the rest will be selected to enter the next round of assessment." ”

The seventh grade group was very confident and immediately picked up the broom, and the junior students next to it were quite dissatisfied, but they couldn't change it, so they could only reluctantly pick up the broom in front of them and prepare. Phoenix rode a broomstick and flew over the heads of the crowd.

"I'll let Bludgers attack you, be careful. ”

He waved his wand again, and two Bludgers flew over the pitch like comets, heading straight for the Gryffindor stands. Before hitting the stands, they avoided the stands at an acute angle of 30 degrees, and they did not lose their speed in the slightest, drawing a beautiful double helix pattern in the light rain.

The Gryffindors tried to save face, booing and laughing loudly, hoping to distract the Slytherin candidates.

Only one seventh-grader in the first group cleared, and the others were either shot down by a Bludger or flew too slowly. It was more cumbersome than he thought, and he kept flying back and forth - because a lot of people were knocked down by Bludgers, hit the goalposts, and knocked out their teeth (who knows how they did it).

Thankfully, no one dared to complain in front of him, and the losers quietly left the venue and went to the stands to play against Gryffindor. For an hour, his whistle was ticking. Every time someone fell to the ground, Gryffindor let out a violent laugh, and Phoenix didn't bother to stop it, although he could.

Slytherin was frowned upon, especially in Quidditch. In the real arena, these ridicules are just appetizers, often accompanied by extremely unfair explanations. This can also be regarded as a psychological test for candidates.

An hour later, there were fifteen men left in front of Phoenix, but there were only six open spots for the Slytherins.

"Good, you guys did a good job. Now sign up for the chaser selection," Rogge, Brace, and a few other Slytherins leaned over with broomsticks, "Your task is very simple, under the attack of Bludger, the three people who have shot the most balls in the specified time are selected, isn't it complicated?"

They nodded, then glared at each other viciously.

Rogge was a great player, but not as good as a third-year named Malcolm Baddock, who hit seventeen shots and was the best player. Brace barely made the cut because his opponent was too focused on pitching and was shot down, otherwise the outcome would be hard to say.

The two hitters he picked were not bad, Harper and Vasey, who were far more satisfying than Goyle and Crabbe. Harper was agile, with a little less power and accuracy, and Vasai, who looked weak and couldn't help but play the ball, especially when playing Bludger, was particularly powerful. The two of them now sit in the stands with the crowd as Phoenix picks their last player.

Phoenix deliberately put the goalkeeper tryout at the end, hoping that there would be more people on the court at this time, so that the pressure on the players would be greater. Goalkeepers need to have a better mental quality than other positions, and commentators and spectators are happy to 'gather fire' and taunt goalkeepers during the game, especially when another team is attacking the goal.

All the players who were not selected, and many of the people who had dragged their feet after breakfast, were now joining the crowd, and there were more people in the stands than before. As each goalkeeper flew towards the goal, the crowd erupted in laughter.

Harry glanced at Daphne, who was one of the very few girls to sign up to join the team, and the only one who had passed the screening.

"How do you feel?" asked Phoenix, holding the Quaffle.

"Very good," her voice trembled a little, "am I the first?"

"No, the ladies in the war should be left to last. Phoenix blew his whistle and asked the other candidates to come over.

The first three players saved three balls, one saved only two, and the remaining one was even worse. Phoenix wasn't quite satisfied—after all these years of playing, he had never taken a Quaffle seriously. To prevent a fool of himself, he repeated his old trick and cast a spell on the ghost flying balls, causing them to fly towards the goal on their own, and specially reduced the flight speed considering the speed of the human throw.

The audience burst into laughter and cheers.

When Daphne rode the firebolt, it was as if she was a different person.

"Sister, come on!" shouted a voice from the stands. Phoenix turned her head, and her sister Astoria covered her face with both hands.

Extremely unexpectedly, when Daphne saved the first free throw, there was an extremely chaotic sound in the stands, and everyone thought that she was weak and must have smashed the pot. But she responded to those who were going to see the joke with a beautiful starfish hanging upside down.

After saving five free throws in a row, Daphne was deservedly selected for the varsity team. (To be continued.) )