"This Bludger, is it amazing? Hmm...... I mean, is it possible to kill someone?"

Elena struggled to sound casual in her tone, lowering her head slightly to keep Madame Hooch from seeing the curiosity in her eyes—even though it was just a sport for the entertainment of the wizarding world, the malleability of magic in it would be terrifying if it accidentally fell into the hands of someone with ulterior motives.

And the most important thing is that, compared to wizards with uneven individual strength, with the popularity of Quidditch, the production and enchantment of Bludgers can be said to be one of the few magical items in the wizarding world that have reached a semi-industrial level.

You know, this is just a ball that uses its own magic power to easily penetrate a thin wooden plank or discount Harry's arm, but if it is replaced with an offensive weapon such as throwing knives, bullets, javelins, or even embroidery needles, it is completely different.

"Compared with the weapons of mass destruction of non-magical armies, the magical world is almost ahead of the existence of at least one era in the development of human weapons - sure enough, it is best to avoid wars and conflicts as much as possible in the future. ”

Elena thought thoughtfully at the two struggling Bludgers in the crate.

According to visual estimates, Bludger is estimated to reach a speed of 100 kilometers per hour when it dives down from mid-air, which is close to the basic speed of some of the top soccer players in the non-magical world.

At least Elena paid for herself, if she was to replace herself, if she didn't use the magic text to strengthen her body in advance, she might still be slightly weaker than Derek's counterattack. After all, she is not yet eleven years old, and her physical fitness is not yet fully developed, and she is not much better than Goyle and Crabbe, who are still two chubby......

"Huh?!Is Bludger so scary?"

At this time, little Harry on the side also swallowed his saliva in some fear, and turned his head to look at Mrs. Hodge.

"Never at Hogwarts. One or two people got their jaws smashed and that's it. Well, you don't have to worry about that, there will be professors watching every game, and I'll be in the sky—"

Lady Hooch glanced at the little ones around her, who all had serious faces, and waved her hand, quickly putting the matter to an end, bringing the conversation back to the previous introduction to the rules of Quidditch.

She bent down and took out the fourth and final ball from the box, roughly the size of a walnut, and golden, with a pair of small silver wings that were constantly flapping on either side.

"This," said Mrs. Hooch, "the Golden Snitch is the most important of all balls. It is the job of each team's Seeker to travel back and forth between Chasers, Batsmen, Bludgers, and Quaffles to catch the opposing Seeker before they do. If a Seeker catches the Snitch, his team wins an additional 150 points, and only when the Snitch is caught does the Quidditch match end. ”

"I'm going to be a Seeker. What about you?"

Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow, touched Harry beside him with his elbow, and whispered.

"I, I'm ...... too"

Harry opened his mouth and looked at his friend, who had met on the train from the first school day, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face. There is no doubt that, according to Madame Hooch, the Seeker is arguably the most important position in a Quidditch team, and the role that can be the savior of the team is something that no one wants to play.

"Wow! wait!"

"Oh my God!

However, before Harry could speak, Ron, who was standing beside them, suddenly widened his eyes and let out an exaggerated exclamation.

At the same time, the Quidditch players from the four houses standing around the field seemed to realize something, and they all gasped and let out a sigh of amazement.

Hearing the exaggerated voices coming from around them, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter subconsciously turned their heads and followed Ron's gaze towards Lady Hooch, who was standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.

At some point, Mrs. Hodge had untied the long bag she was carrying, and a new and beautiful broomstick appeared in Mrs. Hodge's hand, and Ron and Malfoy told Harry the name of the broom in the next moment.

"Aren't I dazzled?!Is this the latest Halo 2000?"

"Halo 2000! Wow, that's so cool!"

"Mrs. Hooch, may I touch your broom?"

Even Harry, who didn't know anything about the types of broomsticks, had the idea of "this broom is amazing" at first glance: the lines were beautiful and shiny, the mahogany handle looked sharp, the long tail was tied with neat, straight branches, and the words "Light Wheel 2000" were printed in gold on the top of the broomstick.

If he's not mistaken, the last time Hagrid took him to Diagon Alley, there were a lot of wizards gathered around the door of the broomstick shop, looking at the broom display in the window and pointing.

"Ahem...... This is sponsored by Professor Dumbledore, and is not my own, but a public property of the school. ”

Facing the exclamations of the little wizards around her, a rare look of embarrassment appeared on Madame Hodge's face, and she waved her hand a little unnaturally, coughed lightly, and quickly explained.

"Because of the accident that happened in the flying lesson last Thursday, and the subsequent changes in Quidditch training and competition, Dumbledore thought that a good broom would help us deal with some unexpected situations more quickly and effectively, so he ......"

"Halo 2000?

Without continuing to listen to Mrs. Hodge's explanation, Elena raised her eyebrows, looked down at the comet that Malfoy had temporarily lent her in her hand, and then looked at the tattered broomsticks in the hands of her friends, the broomsticks promised by Dumbledore, which would not arrive until at least next week.

Immediately afterward, the girl raised her head with a sense of feeling, her lake-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and subconsciously searched in the direction of the high stands around the stadium, trying to verify some of her guesses.

"Is that also in your calculations, Spicy Old Turnip?"

As she expected, in the direction of the faculty seats in the stands, a white-bearded old wizard wearing a dark blue star wizard robe sat on a chair in the distance at this time, looking at the little wizards on the court below with a smile, noticing Elena's gaze, and the old man even took the initiative to wave his hand to say hello.

Undoubtedly, as one of the most outstanding wizards of our time, Dumbledore is occasionally a little old and confused, but when facing the new generation of little demons, these basic loopholes are still not easy to forget.

Elena was right, Albus Dumbledore, who was already one hundred and ten years old, certainly had no chance of flying into the sky to intercept a half-breed girl. But with today's top-of-the-line broomsticks, it's fairly easy for Mrs. Hodge, a former professional player, to stop or keep up with a sneaking little guy.

"Just think so, leave me in school and play ball?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Elena's blue eyes, which was originally just a little rebellious emotion, but after colliding with Dumbledore's advance layout, it instantly turned into a flame of eager trouble.

"Very well, I'm going to show you today how dangerous and exciting it is to play. ”

Raising her head and looking at the increasingly stuffy sky, Elena took the initiative to walk out of the queue with a broom, looked at Mrs. Hodge and smiled sweetly......

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Goo ~ There is still only one chapter Goo ~ Progress (3/25)

In the hard code, the plot has been slightly adjusted, and an off-campus adventure copy has been postponed for the time being.

That's right, the fat chicken is out of context, because the rest has not been written for the time being~ slightly ~ skin~