The Quidditch arena was designed to remind Connor of other playing fields.

For example, rugby pitches, or football pitches, basically in some ball games that require high-intensity running and have little need for bounce power, grass is the best choice.

In any case, Quidditch is not on the list.

It is a sport that flies high in the air, and according to the orthodox rules of Quidditch, if you completely fall off a broomstick, or fall to the ground with a broomstick, you are disqualified.

In this kind of competition, the ground is a taboo for Quidditch players, who can fly close to the ground and cause a burst of applause, but never return to the sky if they fall to the ground.

Also, at least 90 percent of Quidditch injuries come from falls, at least in the game Connor watched, if it wasn't this kind of turf, but something a little softer, it wouldn't have been so bad.

So here's the problem......

"Since falls account for the vast majority, why can't we change venues?"

It's just that Connor's heartfelt doubts are destined to be unanswered.

A friend from an ordinary family like Justin didn't know much about these things, and he didn't seem like someone who would think about the issues at hand.

As for the likes of Ernie and Wayne, they won't even think about it.

For children born into a traditional wizarding family like Mom, the so-called Quidditch is a common-sense tradition.

As a popular sport that is now popular in Europe and is fully popularized outside of Asia, some of Quidditch is common sense.

And since it's common sense, we don't think about what it is, it's like deciding what to eat at noon, and we don't have to think about the meaning of their existence all the time.

Just put it there and wait to be accepted.

In this case, they were left speechless in the face of Connor's problems.

Even, Hannah and Susan, who were sitting in front, turned their heads and gave their own opinions:

"Are you thinking too much?"

That's what they think.

Looking at the attitude of his classmates who didn't want to dig deeper, Connor didn't think about continuing the discussion.

He's not interested in Quidditch anyway.

"Okay, so be it."

But even so, some basic positions need to be emphasized.

"I just think it's better to replace the grass with something else if necessary, even if it's a huge cushion, or a pool of water altogether."

But in any case, he is just an ordinary first-year Hogwarts student, who is weak and weak.

Hogwarts students actually have very little to say, and even if Hermione wrote more than a hundred complaints with reason, there was no change within the school.

"In the future, when any of you are engaged in the sports industry, let's think about the safety of the players for a little bit."

It's just that Connor is just talking about it.

With the attitude that the students show that they seem to care about, but in fact they don't take it seriously, it is difficult to get them to listen to this kind of talk.

In fact, if he weren't Connor McMaeb, the well-known first-year leader in the academy, none of these classmates would have even responded.

After all, it has something to do with the perception of wizards.

There's magic, there's potions, so there's not so much faith in some areas.

Not to mention a simple fall or fracture, even if the bone suddenly disappears, there is such a thing as bone water.

It can be said that in the wizarding world, as long as you don't die immediately, or encounter some difficult curse, as long as you don't die immediately from a simple skin injury, you can rely on potions and magic to save it.

And all that is needed is time.

But then again, it seems that what students lack is time...... Forget it, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

When Connor came to his senses, he was greeted by cheers from all over the field, as if everyone had forgotten the outrageous things that had happened throughout the game.

Wood, who was originally shot down, also surrounds their hero, Harry Potter, and shouts their names.

No one pursued Slytherin breaches anymore, as if a penalty was already the highest punishment.

There were no bans, no disqualifications, no punishments, at most just a mess.

For example, Malfoy and the others were stunned by Terence, or Professor Quirrell, who was almost taken away by Snape's two elbows, and there were also a number of injured and extremely 'heroic' players on the field.

In short, after such a game, the school hospital was almost full, and of course, this included Harry Potter.

Although he didn't think he was injured, he fell from a great height after all.

In order to ensure the safety of the next game, and to protect the killer and only seedlings of their own academy team, under the order of captain Wood, the players carried Harry, who was crying and laughing, into the infirmary.

Even the most ordinary fall injuries should be examined for a full body examination, which is a death order from Wood's side.

For the first time since Charlie left, Wood, who had taken over from the captain, sensed the existence of hope.

The previously untouchable Quidditch School Trophy was in front of him, and it almost drove him crazy.

As long as Harry can be saved, then there will be a lot of hope for this year's Gryffindor!

House Cup or something, Wood doesn't want to think about this kind of thing anymore, it's all something that has nothing to do with Gryffindor anyway, but the Quidditch trophy must be in his hands.

In the end, it seemed that Harry was the only one left laughing and crying.

Although there is no special arrangement on his side, it is a bit outrageous to think about being forcibly pressed on the hospital bed.

"I wouldn't have had to lie here."

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but complain to his friend.

"Who knew my broom would suddenly get out of control, and I don't know what's going on......"

"Shhhh

But before Harry could complain, Ron, who was by the bedside, covered his mouth.

After looking around, he shook his head.

"Snape is trying to kill you."

"What? Snape ......"

A touch of disbelief first appeared in his heart, and Harry couldn't help but feel a tingling pain in his forehead.

"Don't believe me!"

Seeing Harry's seemingly hesitant look, Ron couldn't help but speak.

"Moreover, the first person to find out about this kind of thing was not me, it was Granger, and she was the one who saved you."

Finally, Harry's gaze shifted to the other side, and in the chair a little farther away, Hermione was flipping through the book in her hand.

Harry had the impression that she had been holding a book.

"Weasley is right, you're actually safe after I managed to light Snape's robes."

"But...... Why? ”

"What else could be the reason? Isn't it just for the Slytherin game. ”

"No, that's not what I'm talking about, the kind of high ...... at the time"

Remembering the situation, Harry shook his head.

"If I hadn't grabbed the broom and had just fallen down, I would have died."