That afternoon, Bieber called the promising first-year student to the Quidditch pitch: "Okay,"

Bieber said, "Although your flying skills are good, you still need to understand the rules in case you have an accident when you get on the field, and I'll explain it to you now." Yes, the rules of Quidditch are easy to understand, although it is not easy to play. There are seven people on each side, three of whom are called chasers. ”

"Three chasers."

Regulus repeated, as Bieber pulled out a bright red ball the size of a football.

"This ball is called a Quaffle."

"Chasers pass Quaffles to each other and try to get them to pass a ring so they can score," Bieber said. The ghost flying ball can get ten points each time it passes through a ring. Do you understand? ”

"Well, there's another player on each side, called the goalkeeper - I'm the goalkeeper for the Slejelin team. I had to fly around our ring and not let the other team score. ”

"Three chasers, one goalkeeper."

Regulus meditated, determined to take it all to heart.

Someone asked, "They're playing Quaffle." Okay, got it. So what are these for? ”

He asked, pointing to the other three balls left in the box.

"I'll show you now."

Bieber said, "You take this. ”

He handed the first-year student a small wooden bat, somewhat like a running post baseball bat.

"I'll show you what Bludger is for."

Bieber said, "These two are Bludgers. ”

"Stewart, how can you understand the rules if you don't listen to me carefully?"

Bieber suddenly saw Yulanda yawning at the edge of the line.

"Ah~ I'm just a substitute, Captain Bieber, don't pay too much attention to me, you see, there are so many cute juniors and sisters waiting for you to teach."

Bieber was speechless, this Stewart has been doing his own thing since he entered Hogwarts, unruly, and unruly, and even joining the school team has put a lot of effort into it, and it is better to ask Malfoy to come forward to get it.

A half-breed dares to be so rampant, but she can't expel herself, forget it, as long as her skills are good, this is the most important thing.

He then pulled out two identical balls, shiny black, slightly smaller than the red Quaffle, and seemed to be struggling desperately to free the belt that had bound them to the box.

"Stand back."

Bieber reminds.

He bent down and let go of a Bludger.

Suddenly, the black ball swooped into the air, and then hit the students straight away.

The first-year freshmen had never seen this, and suddenly they were on their backs, scattering in all directions, and several students were hit.

It whirred over their heads, then suddenly rushed towards Bieber.

Bieber jerked his hand over it, pressing it firmly to the ground.

"See?"

Bieber gasped as he shoved the Bludger into the wooden crate and fastened it securely with a belt.

"Bludgers are flying around, trying to knock the players off their broomsticks. So, there are two more batsmen on each side. Their job is to protect our players from Bludgers and hit them at opposing players. Blake, this is your mission. So- you all get it, right? ”

"Understood!"

"Good."

Bieber said.

"Hmm—has Bludger ever killed anyone?"

Someone asked, hoping that his tone would seem casual.