Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Quidditch Pitch.

The weather in the Scottish Highlands is always as changeable as a girl's mood, and what used to be a sunny day has begun to get muggy now, and the clouds in the sky are faintly thundering.

Although it was not an official match day, there were still many spectators gathered in the stands of the Quidditch pitch at this time, looking intently at the pitch below, and occasionally bursting into cheers or whistles.

Due to the relationship of "military training", there have been some minor adjustments to the course time this year, which has caused the class time to be postponed by a week, so the selection ceremony of the Quidditch teams of the four houses has been adjusted to today.

And just now, the selection of the last player of the official academy team has ended.

Showing amazing balance and a talent for catching moving objects, Cho Chang, a second-year Ravenclaw, became the new Savenclaw Seeker and marked the end of the official team selection process.

However, the students gathered in the stands did not disperse, but looked down with a more expectant gaze, led by Lady Hodge, and slowly walked into the middle of the court with a group of young wizards - it was the first time in Hogwarts' history that the "Quidditch Trial Team" was made up of the first year of the four houses.

At the same time, the members of the four House Quidditch teams also landed on the field, looking at the young children with great interest, some of them holding their arms and commenting on something, and many more waved at the little ones in a friendly way, showing encouraging smiles.

"Elena, I'm a little nervous, I seem to have eaten too much...... What to do?"

Hannah clenched the broom handle in her hand and whispered uneasily.

As soon as she walked out of the lounge to the center of the court, little Hannah's palms began to sweat incessantly, and she felt her knees feel a little weak in the face of the scrutiny of the older students on the court and the shadowy spectators in the stands.

You know, she originally thought that at most, there would be a dozen or so people coming to watch, not like now...... Hannah looked up and looked around at the crowded stands, where it seemed like half of the school had arrived.

"Don't worry, you're flying well, don't be stressed. ”

Elena shook little Hannah's hand with her backhand and comforted softly.

"As for the people around you, you can imagine them all as turnips, cabbage, and potatoes, and you can't see their faces very clearly after they fly anyway. ”

Unlike Hannah's worries, Elena was in a relaxed mood at this time.

After all, from the very beginning, she had already made up her mind to take this team into the official house round-robin, and compared to the pressure she had to face at that time, this formation in front of her was just a preview in advance.

"All right, everybody. Come back to your senses and look at me. ”

Madame Hodge cleared her throat and motioned for the young wizards to look at her.

Elena noticed that Mrs. Hooch was not carrying her old broom with her, but was carrying a cloth bag resembling a giant guitar bag, and under her arm, a large crate was tucked away.

"First of all, I'll repeat the rules of Quidditch again, and then we'll determine your future place in the team based on your wishes, and with reference to your specific performances in the sky. ”

As she spoke, Mrs. Hooch crouched down and opened the crate, which contained four balls of various sizes.

"Well, I think a lot of you already know. Mrs. Hodge said.

"Although Quidditch has a long history, the rules are not too difficult to understand, as you can see, each team has seven official players. Three of them were chasers, such as Marcus Flint, the captain of Slytherin, and Roger Davies, the captain of Ravenclaw. ”

As she spoke, Madame Hodge gestured to the players of the four house Quidditch teams standing on the edge of the court.

Immediately afterward, Mrs. Hooch bent down and took out a bright red ball the size of a football from the box.

"This ball is called the Quaffle, and the chaser's task is to pass the Quaffle in my hand to each other and try to throw it into the opponent's goal to score, and each successful attack can score 10 points. It's not hard to understand, right?"

"A location that is completely disproportionate to the value for ...... and cost-effectiveness"

Elena raised an eyebrow and muttered quietly.

"Well, Miss Caslana, is there any problem?" said Mrs. Hooch with some curiosity.

"Nope. Elena quickly shut her mouth, she didn't want to ask for trouble.

"Well, then, in addition to the chaser, each side has a goalkeeper who flies around in front of the three knockers of their respective teams to prevent the opposing team's chaser from scoring as much as possible - Oliver Wood, the captain of Gryffindor House, is a pretty good goalkeeper. ”

"Three chasers, one goalkeeper, Quaffle......"

Harry Potter repeated Mrs. Hooch's words earnestly, taking them all to heart.

Since most of his energy had been focused on preparing for Potions class, he didn't know much about Quidditch - most of it came from Ron's small talk and Hermione's previous babble about Quidditch Ball.

"As for these two, they're called Bludgers......"

Mrs. Hodge tapped on the two identical black balls in the box, slightly smaller than the red Quaffle, with sturdy leather buckles tied to them, and they were constantly struggling in the box, as if trying to fly out.

"Weasley, come and do me a favor...... Sorry, dear, I didn't mean you. ”

Mrs. Hodge shook her head at Ron, who had come over on his own initiative, and took two small wooden sticks from the box that looked somewhat like baseball bats and threw them to the two identical red-haired boys running from the edge of the field.

"Attention, stand back. Just hit the sky......"

Mrs. Hooch looked around at the young wizards around her, nodded as the Weasley brothers nodded, and then bent down to release the buckle that bound the Bludger.

The next moment, the two black balls swooped into the air, and then, with a terrible whistling sound, they wrapped around one left and one right, and went straight in the direction of the Weasley brothers below, with a great momentum that wanted to shatter the bridge of their noses.

Bang!

Bang!

George Weasley, or possibly Fred Weasley, in short, one of the twins quickly raised their bat and slammed the Bludger sideways with precision, while his other brother easily blocked the other Bludger - and then they turned left and right towards the Slytherin team who were watching from a short distance.

Bang!

"Do you want to fight? Weasley?!"

Derek and Bol dodged the first round of Bludgers with some embarrassment, quickly took out their bats, and shot the two Bludgers back into the sky, angrily glaring at the Weasley brothers who were grimacing in front of them.

"See, these are Bludgers, they've been enchanted to track and attack the players closest to them, trying to knock them off their broomsticks. ”

Ignoring the Slytherin team not far away, Fred Weasley turned around, made a handsome gesture towards Ron and Harry, pointed at himself and George Weasley, and said with a smug expression.

"So, every team will have two batsmen. George and I are Gryffindor batsmen, and our job is to protect our players and then hit the Bludger at the opposing player – as long as we're on the field, in most cases, the other team is only able to play 80% at most. ”

"Got it, the three chasers are trying to score with the Quaffle, the goalkeeper guards the post, and the batsman doesn't let the Bludger hurt his team. ”

Harry nodded, quickly concluding.

"That's because when you two were there, there were four Bludgers on the field!"

At that moment, Lady Hooch's roar rang in everyone's ears, and after casting a spell to easily subdue the rushing Bludger, Lady Hooch glared at the Weasley brothers with a sharp and fierce gaze like a falcon.

"Weasley!, what did I just say?!"

"Sorry, I accidentally slipped my hand...... You know, at that point, I subconsciously hit the green direction......"

Fred rubbed his head, stuck out his tongue, and explained with a scornful smile.

"Also, I think Derrick and Bol should be able to play as easily as that. Who knew they were so slow to react......"

"Weasley, don't go too far! I'm ......"

Derek frowned, his fists clenched, and looked fiercely at Gryffindor's hippie-faced twin brothers.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

Before Derek could let out the cruel words, suddenly, a girl's crisp cough sounded in the venue.

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Goo ~ Chapter 1

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PS: Dear round-faced fat chickens, have you given the cute [Elena Kaslana] a heart these days?