Ron blushed and defended, "No, Harry and I are just looking at the Halo 2,000"

North knew that Ron was thinking of his poor days, and North patted him on the shoulder, "Well, don't envy you sooner or later, it's more difficult to start with more brothers and sisters, and it's good to wait until they all grow up to be humans."

Ron knew what the North was saying, nodded silently and didn't speak, Weasley is also a big family because Ron's father Arthur has a little conflict with the family, but the ability is still there, Arthur Weasley is a Muggle Artefact Abuse Bureau for the Ministry of Magic.

The family contradictions in Europe are really the north saying that you just toss.

After taking a closer look at the magic circuit of Halo 2000, the North thought of the magic car that Arthur Weasley had transformed in the second part, and went back to buy one for him to transform.

Of course, there is also a payment, and by the way, to improve the living problems of the Weasleys.

The curiosity of the north relented and left, but Harry had a hard time.

It was hard for Harry to settle down and listen to the lecture. His thoughts flew to his dorm room, where his new broomstick lay under his bed.

From time to time, he thought about the Quidditch pitch where he was going to train tonight. At dinner, he swallowed the food in two bites, not paying attention to what he was eating.

As seven o'clock drew closer, Harry left the castle and headed for the Quidditch pitch in the twilight. Hundreds of slapsticks are placed high in the surrounding stands, allowing spectators to see what is happening on the pitch. There are three gold poles at each end of the course, topped by rings. They reminded Harry of the little plastic sticks that Muggle children used to blow soap bubbles, except that each of them was fifty feet tall.

Harry wanted to fly again, and he couldn't wait for Wood, so he got on his broomstick and kicked the ground with both feet. What a wonderful sensation – he was fast from goal post to goalpost and flying up and down the pitch. With a single touch, the Halo 2000 turns in the direction he needs.

"Hey, Potter, come down!"

It's Oliver Wood here. He had a large wooden crate under his arm. Harry landed next to him.

"It's wonderful." Wood said, eyes sparkling. "I see what Professor McGonagall means...... You are indeed a genius. I'll teach you the rules tonight, and then you can go to the team's training sessions three times a week. ”

He opened the crate, and inside were four balls of various sizes.

"Well," said Wood, "yes, the rules of Quidditch are easy to understand, although not easy to play. There are seven people on each side, three of whom are called chasers. ”

"Three chasers." Harry repeated, as Wood pulled out a bright red ball the size of a soccer ball.

"This ball is called a Quaffle." "Chasers pass Quaffles to each other and try to get them through a ring so they can score," Wood said. Each time the Quaffle passes through a ring, it can score 10 points. Got it?"

"The chaser throws the Quaffle and lets it go through the ring, and he scores." Harry repeated. "So — it's a basketball with a broomstick and six rings, isn't it?"

"What is basketball?" Wood asked curiously.

"Nothing." Harry hastened.

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

"Three chasers, one goalkeeper." Harry said, determined to keep it all in his heart. "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." Wood said, "You take this." ”

He handed Harry a small wooden bat, somewhat like a pole baseball bat.

"I'll show you what Bludger is for." "These two are Bludgers," Wood said. ”

He showed Harry two identical balls, shiny black, slightly smaller than the red Quaffle. Harry noticed that they seemed to be struggling desperately to free themselves from the leash that had bound them to their boxes.

"Stand back." Wood reminded Harry. He bent down and let go of a Bludger.

Suddenly, the black ball swooped into the air and slammed into Harry's face. Seeing that it was about to smash its own nose, Ha Ho quickly intercepted it with a short club, causing it to turn left and right again and leap into the air—it whirred over their heads, and then suddenly rushed towards Wood. Wood jerked his hand over it, pressing it firmly to the ground.

"See?" Wood gasped as he shoved the Bludger into the crate and fastened it securely with his belt. "Bludgers are flying around, trying to knock the players off their broomsticks. So, there are two more batsmen on each side. The Weasley twins are our batsmen - their job is to protect our players from Bludgers and hit them at opposing players. So- you get it, don't you?"

"The three chasers fight to score with the Quaffle; The goalkeeper guards the goal post; The batsman does not allow the Bludger to injure his own player. Harry said in one gulp, "Good. Wood said.

"Hmm—did Bludgers kill anyone?" Harry asked, hoping his tone seemed casual.

"Never at Hogwarts. One or two people got their jaws smashed and that's it. Well, the last player on the team is the Seeker. That's you. You don't have to bother with Quaffles and Bludgers—"—unless they knock my head off. ”

"Don't worry, the Weasley brothers are more than enough to deal with Bludgers - honestly, they're like two Bludgers themselves."

Wood reached into the crate again. Take out the fourth and final ball. The ball is small compared to the Quaffle and Bludger, about the size of a large walnut. It was golden, with tiny silver wings that were constantly flapping.

"This," said Wood, "is the Golden Snitch, the most important of all balls." It's hard to catch it, it's flying so fast that you can't see it clearly. The Seeker's job is to catch it. You'll have to go back and forth between Chasers, Batsmen, Bludgers, and Quaffles to catch the opposing Seeker before they do.

If a Seeker catches the Golden Snitch, his team will win an additional 150 points, which is almost a sure win. Quidditch matches are only over when the Snitch is caught, so sometimes a match lasts for many days – I think the highest is about three months, and they have to find substitutes to come on and replace the players for a little sleep.

The tragic story that Harry was so stunned that he disappeared for three months, and all of them turned into dragon dung for multiple cycles.

Maybe it's because I'm so busy right now – in addition to homework for various subjects, and Quidditch training three nights a week.

Harry's life was very fulfilling, and Malfoy on the side was already in a hurry, he had been meowing for more than a month, and the Harry Potter guy completely ignored his various taunts, provocations, etc., and this feeling of being ignored made him very bad.

And, he was beaten again, the North beaten, according to the original words of the North: as a Slytherin he was too much of a failure, he couldn't even provoke his opponent, a waste one, and a smoking was a spur to him.

Halloween is just around the corner

To be continued