The Hogwarts Sorting Hat is truly a magical item, and it can tell exactly which house you belong to based on your heart.

Ravenclaw's intelligence and calmness and Gryffindor's passion and bravery are not better or worse, and it is certain that their talents and personalities can save the whole situation in different situations.

However, in Quidditch, the Ravenclaw captain's calm and spot-finding brain is much better than Gryffindor's rampage.

Harry's advantage at the start was lost after half an hour, and Harry was indeed talented, but that didn't mean that the opponent's hard training was not as good as his talent. The Golden Snitch chase quickly heats up, and as long as it's a Quidditch team, the catcher is always the top priority, and the Ravenclaw catcher doesn't come to play soy sauce.

Harry grabbed the Golden Snitch not long after the start of the game, which made the opponent's face gloomy as a senior catcher who had been trained for several years, and then burst out with two hundred percent of his hard work, which doubled Harry's pressure, although he caught the Golden Snitch twice again, but Ravenclaw's catcher also showed no weakness and also caught twice.

Although their chase was exciting, the focus of this friendly match was not on the competition of the catchers, but on the two teams. Under the new rules, a goal is five points, so even if Harry grabbed five goals, it was not a desperate advantage in theory, and the secret formation that Gryffindor captain Wood expected was not as effective as he thought, and the Ravenclaw captain figured out how to counter it after losing two goals.

Wood obviously didn't have the brains of captain Ravenclaw, couldn't make timely adjustments, and after being restrained, he messed up, yelling back to defend and attack from time to time, and the players were also shrunk by his uncool behavior, and the 20-point lead was quickly tied up.

McGoth sat in the stands and couldn't bear to look at it, this ending seemed to be doomed, and Hermione, Ron and the others next to him were all red and shouted cheers.

He watched the game silently, and felt that the Gryffindor team, from the captain to the players, had the same personality as Sakuragi in the slam dunk, and had a violent temper. If there is no coach like Anzai in his later years, such a temper and character would be a stubborn stone without carving. An idea popped into his mind, but it was quickly extinguished by him, and he didn't understand Quidditch.

An hour of intense competition is impossible for ordinary people to do, but it is nothing for wizards, even young wizards who are not adults are not a big problem, and magic brings not only magical magic, but also the accumulation of improved physique.

The game was not what McGoth expected, and even though the Gryffindor captain and team tried hard to equalize the score, it was all in vain under the pressure of Ravenclaw. He was actually puzzled, it stands to reason that Gryffindor should be better than Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, why does it look completely crushed now? Is this the so-called IQ gap?

But no one could tell him why, and he didn't have time to think about it, so everyone rushed over after the race. Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team who initiated the friendly game, kept his head down and said nothing, and the rest of the team was no better, and even the twins, who had been giggling, lost the nonchalant smiles that hung on their faces.

"Guys, don't you just lose, don't do that, if it was a regular game we would have won in 10 minutes." Lee Jordan walked over and looked at their negative looks and found a reason for them.

Wood spoke in a low voice, "Don't kid yourself, if you lose, you lose, this time it's my fault, if I could have calmly commanded at the time, it wouldn't have ended like this." ”

The rest of the team blamed Wood for all the blame, including Harry, who all said it was their own pot. Even Hermione and Ron, as well as several other senior wizards who had come to watch, kept comforting them.

Wood ignored the unnourishing words, and he looked at McGoss, who had been silent.

"You're right, Magos, we can't rely on Harry alone to win. Although I lost this time, I still want to thank you for making me realize my shortcomings. ”

"I feel like you're doing a good job, it's just that I feel like Ravenclaw can keep you restrained, even though they've always been known for being smart, but this time it's ...... too"

The expressionless Wood smiled wryly this time, "I think I know why, they should have been discussing what to do with us after agreeing to the friendly match, and it seems that they have found it." ”

McGoth sighed, no wonder, he forgot about this stubble, in fact, it can be seen from last year's Ravenclaw house pranks, this group of brains is not a bunch of nerds who can only read books, when they focus on one thing, they will be overwhelmed, obviously, this time Gryffindor's Quidditch team won this honor. He looked up at the Ravenclaw team, who were laughing with their own spectators, and this time they had lost unjustly. It was more like losing to Ravenclaw than to Ravenclaw.

"Actually, we don't have a chance to win." McGoth thought about it for a moment and was ready to say what he had just thought, otherwise he would really be embarrassed to see them look depressed now, and the friendly match was proposed by him.

Wood jerked his head up, the drowning man's expectation on his face.

McGoth didn't sell it either, and continued, "The Gryffindor students say that the best thing to do is not to be difficult, but to move forward bravely. Wood couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth upward, everyone likes it if it sounds good. It can be said that the ugly point is that a tendon is to the end, rampage. ”

"Hey, Magos, don't forget you're a Gryffindor, too." Hermione hadn't paid much attention to his conversation with Wood, but was upset to hear it. Do you say that about your own college?

McGoth laughed dryly, not that he had forgotten that he was a member of Gryffindor, but that he was subconsciously looking at things from a neutral perspective.

Wood wasn't as impulsive as Hermione, although he had the idea of turning McGoth into a frog at first.

"You go on."

"You need a coach."

"Coach?" Wood of the pure-blood family was a little confused, he knew that the regular Quidditch team had coaches, but they were professionals, how could a person like him who was fighting in school be eye-catching.

"Yes, it's the coach." McGoth thought he didn't know what the coach meant, and explained it simply.

"Wait, Magos. I know what a coach does, but how can we hire a coach for an academy team. ”

"Well, you're a little misunderstood, I'm not talking about the coach who directs you to set up the lineup for you."

"Well, what kind of coach is there?" Wood feels like he can't keep up with McGoss's train of thought, how many coaches are there?

"The strength of the teams of the four houses is actually not much different, and strictly speaking, Gryffindor's personality is actually more suitable for this kind of group activity, and the only thing we lack is a calm brain, you don't need any knowledgeable coaches, you just need to find a wizard who can calm down to point out the shortcomings." McGoth finished what he wanted to say in one breath, as for what Wood thought, it didn't matter to him, he felt that this choice might be a little difficult for Wood, after all, the Quidditch team of the house used to be the captain of the team, and even the dean needed to discuss with them about adding people or something, and having an extra coach meant that Wood's authority was declining or even gone.

Wood's face was wrinkled like a leper dog, and he clearly thought of the stakes. A little confused about what to do, he admitted that McGoth was right, but in case it was a Tofon, the Gryffindor team would be a joke in the future.

"Do you have any suitable people to introduce?" After thinking about it for a while, Wood thought it would be better to consult McGoss, after all, he was the one who made it, in case he had the right person.

McGoth looked embarrassed, he didn't even recognize all the students in the academy, how could there be a suitable candidate.

"I think it's best for you to think about this kind of thing, but if it doesn't work, you can discuss it with Professor McGonagall." He made a tactful suggestion.

Wood returned to his team in deep thought. Hermione listened to their conversation. She was also thinking about the feasibility of McGoss's words, and the results were really good, if there was a calm professor now. With a few more friendlies, it's not impossible for Gryffindor to go to the next level.

"You really don't have anyone to introduce?" Hermione was a little suspicious, as if she hadn't seen him fight an uncertain battle since she had met him.

"Nonsense." McGoth gave her a blank look, he was not a god, how could he understand the character of every Gryffindor student, and it was almost as difficult to find a calm Gryffindor as it was to find a Muggle to be close to in the Dark Wizard. If you want to talk about the candidate, he does have one, Harry, but not now, he is no different from Ron now, and there are a few more things to go through before he has the ability to face any problem calmly.

Wood looked like he was telling the players what he thought, and the players looked a little excited. He kept talking about something, but it was noisy and inaudible. Soon the argument stopped, Harry and the twins glancing at him from time to time, and the rest of the team occasionally stopped over to glance at each other, and Wood looked a little excited.

McGoth suddenly had a bad premonition, he felt as if he had pitted himself, told Hermione that he had something to leave, and was about to run away, but was stopped by the twins and others who were chasing him.

"What's the matter?" McGoth smiled unnaturally.

Wood looked at him like a treasure now.

"McGoss, since you proposed the position of coach, after our careful discussion, it was decided that you are more suitable."

"What's the joke." Although he guessed what they were thinking, when Wood said this, McGoth still stopped for a second. He really doesn't understand Quidditch, so he doesn't need to rush ducks to the shelves.

"No kidding." Wood restrained his smile and looked solemn, "Since you have put forward these opinions, it shows that you have been calmly observing our shortcomings, isn't this exactly what you are asking?" ”

"But I don't understand anything. I don't know any of the rules of Quidditch. He looked at Harry for help, hoping he could prove it for himself.

"It's okay, we just understand, you just need to point out our shortcomings." Wood waved his hand and said very openly.

"But ......," McGoth still wanted to refuse.

"That's it, I hope you can lead us to this year's championship." With that, he strode towards the Ravenclaw team, and they hadn't left yet.

McGoth looked at Wood's back stupidly, big brother, you say that I am under a lot of pressure, can I resign.

McGoth's appointment as coach of the Gryffindor team was soon known to several wizards who had come to watch, and they looked at him with shocked faces, completely unable to figure out how Wood could make such a confused decision, and of course, not everyone was unfavorable to him.

Ron, for example, is very proud of McGoss, and at the same time he has his own thoughts, and he walks in front of McGoth with lofty ideals. McGoth couldn't figure out what the guy was going to do. Laughing at yourself?

Ron took a deep breath and shouted,

"Coach, I want to play Quidditch!"

"Poof!" This familiar line made him almost choke to death from saliva, damn, you think you're Mitsui Shou.

He wanted to say a word to Ron, but he swallowed back the look of anticipation in his eyes, it's always good to have dreams. As a coach, you can't extinguish someone else's Quidditch dreams.

"Let's take a hundred spirals up and down first."