Of course Ron couldn't do it, let alone a hundred, as long as he could make one, he could be pulled into the Quidditch team by Professor McGonagall like Harry, and he wouldn't have to think about passing through McGoss. But the word substitute has already appeared in his heart.

McGoss, who chased the ducks on the shelves, also knew that he was not even a soldier on paper, and he still knew that he still had it, and Wood asked him to be the coach because there might not be a suitable candidate, and secondly, to prevent a split in case a senior who knew how to do it and his concept was too different.

Since he was pitted into the water by himself, it is understandable to pit another one himself. He walked over to Hermione, who hadn't been relieved by Wood's decision.

"Hermione, we're good friends, right?" He stared at her earnestly.

Hermione took two steps back slightly, nodding blankly.

"That's good. I think you'll be Gryffindor's assistant coach from now on. He patted her on the shoulder with a very optimistic look at you.

"What?" Unsurprisingly, a terrifying scream.

"Don't get too excited, you see I'm very calm as a coach."

"No, that's not what I meant." Hermione waved her hand hurriedly.

"Why, don't you want to lead Gryffindor to this year's House Cup?" McGoth said to her in a surprised tone.

"Of course I do." Hermione was taken aback by his words and hurriedly replied.

"That's it." The tone of course made Hermione feel speechless.

"But how can I be an assistant coach."

"Because I need your help."

"Me?" Hermione felt that she couldn't keep up with McGoss's thinking, and how could she help Quidditch?

"Yes, the reason Ravenclaw was able to completely suppress us this time was because they saw through Wood's plan. So we also need a smart person who can keep up with them, and you're the only one I can think of. ”

Here McGoth is still knowing that Lahermine is in the hands of emotion, and over there Wood has gone to the side of the Ravenclaw team who are still celebrating the victory.

"Not convinced?" Bradley, the captain of the Ravenclaw team, smiled when he saw Wood walking by, saying that the reason why he hadn't left with his teammates was because he expected Gryffindor to be unwilling. After understanding what Wood was talking about that friendly match, he realized that this was a promising way, and it could be said that it was a shortcut to quickly increase the strength of the team, and after that day, he specially invited the brightest students in the house to discuss how to deal with the Gryffindor team, and it was very effective.

Wood stared at him without opening his mouth.

"And another one? It's early anyway. Bradley said unconcernedly.

"Okay." That's what Wood was waiting for, and as the loser, he knew it was not good for him to bring it up.

When Wood returned to Gryffindor's camp, McGoth persuaded Hermione to become an associate teacher.

"Come here." Wood shouted.

"I told Bradley to have another game, and this time I don't have the confidence to win." Wood asked loudly.

"Yes!" The emotions of the players were immediately aroused, and they looked fiercely at Ravenclaw's side and returned in unison.

"Okay." Wood nodded in satisfaction, and then walked over to McGoth with some concern.

"Well, is there a way to win the next game."

McGoth rolled his eyes, what kind of coach he really was.

"I can't pack a ticket for this, Hermione, you can tell me."

Hermione glanced at him a little nervously, "I, I'll go back, think back to the game just now, I think, in fact, we can win." ”

Wood looked at Hermione inexplicably, not knowing what medicine McGoth was selling.

"Ahem, let me introduce you, this is the assistant teacher I found. Miss Hermione Granger. ”

"Vice-professor?" Wood's eyes widened, wondering if he had misheard, and it was only a few minutes before the assistant teachers were there. He suddenly regretted his behavior of pulling the strong ding casually.

McGoth looked at Wood's remorseful look and said, "Don't underestimate her, she was the first in the first year of Hogwarts last year, and she can be said to be unforgettable." She had just thought back to her previous games and identified a few questions. ”

Now that it's all like this, Wood has no choice, he can't just say he doesn't want you.

"You go on." Wood looked at Hermione unnaturally.

"You've been brought into rhythm by them before you know it, and you know that Gryffindor is better than Ravenclaw anyway. Losing in such a situation means you panicked, just because they scored a few goals in a row? Especially you, Senior Wood, you are the captain, no matter how flustered the others are, you can't be like them, as long as you don't mess up, we will win. Hermione was stimulated by Wood's distrustful tone, and her next words were no longer nervous, and she spoke directly about his shortcomings.

Wood wanted to open his mouth to refute, but found that it was really what she said, and he didn't dare to ignore her now. Ask her what she should do.

Hermione looked back at McGoth, and Wood looked over as well.

"To be honest, this is really hard to change, Gryffindor's character is like that, if you can calmly command, you won't lose just now." McGoth said, spreading his hands.

"Then we're going to lose again?" Wood doesn't believe it, he admits that it was his mistake that caused the defeat, but he believes that he can win calmly.

"Well, change the rules a little more." There was no way, McGoth had to start with the rules.

"Still changing?" Wood was a little reluctant, which meant that they were not as skilled as others to win in another way.

"If not, I don't have to be a coach." McGoths is a bit heavy, but it's also true, since he has been made this coach, you should at least listen to his opinion.

Wood pouted, "Then what rules do you have to change?" ”

"There's no need to change it, add one, in a game the coach, or the captain can ask for three timeouts, each time for no more than three minutes."

"Pause?"

"Yes, this is my suggestion, if you agree, discuss it with them, this is not the way I think of it."

Wood looked at McGoth for a moment, then nodded, "I'll go over and tell you." ”

Ravenclaw was now confident and agreed to Wood's request without any hesitation, and they didn't think there was any point in the so-called three-minute timeout.

Before the start of the second game, Wood said to McGoth and Hermione that if they lost, it would be okay for them.

"Do you think you can win this time?" Hermione was much more nervous now than she had just been, and while Wood said it was okay for them to lose, she didn't think so.

"I don't know, let's do my best." McGoth also lost his calm appearance, and he was nervous when he watched a Quidditch match for the first time.

The start of the second game was similar to the previous one, but instead of Harry taking the lead, the rest of the regrouped Gryffindor team scored four goals in a row.

McGoth was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he turned his head to see the calm Ravenclaw captain's heart lifted again. There's a trick to it.

McGoth couldn't see what they were doing, and the Gryffindor team was getting better the more they played, and he couldn't figure out what else Ravenclaw could do.

"Hermione, how do you think Ravenclaw will fight back?" He casually asked Hermione, who was full of nervousness. He hadn't thought Hermione could see it.

'It's no different from what they just planned, to keep them scoring and then to counterattack when they're proud, to disrupt their rhythm. Hermione replied without thinking.

McGoth looked back suddenly, startling Hermione.

"What are you doing?" Hermione was watching the game intently, when a face popped up.

"It's nothing, it's just a feeling of picking up a treasure." McGoth laughed, and when he looked back at the game, he was not so nervous, and he only had to pay attention to what the opponent played.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Gryffindor was already 60 points ahead, and even a layman like him could see that Wood had been carried away by the victory, and the few goals they had inadvertently conceded were undeserved.

"Quick, call a timeout, they're on the offensive." Hermione urged.

"Not busy." Magos said slowly, almost with a feather fan in his hand.

"Wood, they haven't paid attention yet, and if they don't tell them, they'll be counterattacked." Hermione looked at McGoth in slow motion with some itchy teeth.

"I have a number, if you call a timeout now, not only will they not thank us, but they may also blame us in their hearts for interrupting their attack, just wait."

Hermione sat down stupidly, and although she knew that McGoth had a point, she believed that if she had stopped telling her teammates now, they would understand.

The score approached slowly and firmly, and when Wood accidentally bumped into the Ravenclaw goalkeeper, he walked up to Lee Jordan and asked for a timeout.

Lee Jordan first froze for a moment, then realized that this was the new rule, and hurriedly whistled.

Both teams forgot about the timeout, and when they heard the whistle, they thought Wood had fouled him, and they all looked at him.

"The Gryffindor team asked for a timeout." Lee Jordan's voice sounded at the right time to let the players on both sides know what the reason was.

The captain of Ravenclaw gave Wood a reluctant look. Only then did he feel bad.

Wood: They were a little depressed when they flew back, they felt so weak, and they were in such a good situation.

"Everyone played very well." McGoth pretended to be encouraged, "Don't be discouraged, we're still ahead." ”

"But they've caught up." The goalkeeper was a little self-defeating.

"They can't catch up." McGoth smiled confidently.

That's when Wood came to his senses, "What's the solution?" ”

"It's simple. Just use the starting beating. ”

"Isn't that still being caught up by them?" Fred asked.

"If you don't pause they can, but not now, you're not being overtaken by them, you're being caught up by yourselves. Wood, especially you, you have to remember that anything is possible as long as the game is not over. ”