Ten minutes were fast in coming, and as the whistle blew, Kyle raised his arm high and threw the Quaffle in his hand at the last second.

But because it was too far away, the ball was eventually intercepted by Harris and successfully broke his "zero" record.

At this time, the number on the scoreboard next to the stadium was fixed at 210, which means that Kyle scored a total of 21 goals in 10 minutes.

Scoring two goals a minute when you have to cross the entire court to catch the ball is a very scary result.

The three Quaffles were almost not enough to be tossed in turn, and in the end, Professor McGonagall, who was watching from the sidelines, supported two with a Transfiguration Charm, and barely managed to make it to the end.

"Merlin's beard, I don't want to be a goalkeeper again!"

Harris, who returned to the ground, breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and in the past ten minutes, he truly realized what it means to be in pain and be happy.

The joy was that Hufflepuff had produced a talented chaser, and if nothing else, the second-year student named Kyle would have been a key figure in their Quidditch Cup triumph.

Harris himself is one of the best chasers at Hogwarts, and he earns more than half of Hufflepuff's points in every match.

But here's the problem, the other two chasers are too different from him, and the three can't do a good job of working together, and almost every goal is scored by himself.

This is undoubtedly a considerable test of his physical strength, which is why Hufflepuff is not good at protracted battles.

Another point is that if he is targeted by an opposing player or goes off injured, Hufflepuff will immediately fall into disadvantage.

Fortunately, there was a talented Seeker Cedric last year, and with him on the field looking for the Golden Snitch, it was difficult for other academies to drag out the game too long.

Coupled with Kyle this year, Hufflepuff's biggest shortcoming was made up at once.

Harris seemed to have seen the Quidditch trophy beckoning to him, how could he not be happy.

As for the pain...... It's also very simple.

Anyone who has been teased like a fool for ten minutes will feel this way.

"Captain, it's a good thing you didn't sign up to be a goalkeeper in the first place." One of the team members quipped, "Otherwise, we'll never get a Quidditch Cup." ”

"Shut up, Philo!" Harris glared at him, "I feel like your skills have slipped a bit lately, come over for special training at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

"Eight o'clock!"

Fei Luo couldn't laugh anymore, and said with a bitter face: "Special training is fine, but ten o'clock will not work...... No, nine, nine can also be! ”

Hufflepuff students are not as windy as the Ravenclaw students, nor do they have the exuberant energy of Gryffindor, and they mostly sleep until they wake up on weekends.

Eight o'clock was a bit too hard for him.

"No way!" Harris snorted coldly, "Remember, come here at eight o'clock in the morning, and practice for an hour one minute later." ”

With that, Harris went straight to the court.

While Kyle's performance was perfect, the process had to go on.

He looked at the remaining two and asked, "Which of you is coming next?" ”

The two fifth-graders looked at each other and shook their heads freely.

One of them spread his hands and said, "No, I abstain." ”

Although Harris was suspected of being a bad guy in the end, he couldn't have done it even if he had halved Kyle's score.

So there's no need to waste any more time.

Another thought the same way.

"I also abstained...... And don't pretend, just laugh if you want. As he spoke, he laughed out loud first.

Hufflepuff has another genius, and he is naturally very happy.

"Ahem...... The professors are all looking at it, be serious. Harris reprimanded him with a pretentious face.

It's okay to be happy, but you have to wait until you get to the common room, and now that so many professors are watching, it's not okay to be too proud.

It is easy to be put on small shoes.

Harris fought back the excitement in his heart and tried to put on a serious appearance.

"Since you've all decided to abstain, then ......"

He walked up to Kyle and held out his hand, "Congratulations Kyle, you'll be the team's chaser from now on." ”

"My pleasure, Captain." Kyle held out his hand and shook it with him.

Professor Sprout watched them from the stands, the smile on his face like a blooming brussels sprout.

But Professor McGonagall next to her was different.

Professor McGonagall clutched the Advanced Transfiguration Guide in her hand, her body still shaking.

It hurts, it hurts!

Why not a Quidditch genius like this in Gryffindor!

Professor McGonagall is sure that Kyle and Harry Potter and Gryffindor can be invincible.

But alas, he's a Hufflepuff.

Damn Sorting Hat......

"Ahh

On the eighth floor, in the principal's office, the Sorting Hat, who was working on a new tune, sneezed coldly.

"It's weird." Dumbledore glanced at it curiously, "Do you catch a cold too?" ”

"I don't know, but I shouldn't be, after all, I'm just a hat."

The Sorting Hat tried to rub its head with the brim, but it couldn't reach it, and ended up wiping its mouth.

"Albus, I think someone has a bad heart for me."

"I'd rather believe you have a cold."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "As far as I know, not a single student hates their house, so how can they have bad intentions towards you." ”

"That's right......" the Sorting Hat nodded approvingly, its decision never wrong.

"Did I really catch a cold?"

The Sorting Hat is mired in self-doubt, but it's just a hat, and Godric Gryffindor didn't seem to have added it when he created it!

"Although I don't know if the pick-me-up will work for you...... But to try? ”

Dumbledore walked over to the Sorting Hat and grabbed it in the air, instantly having a small bottle in his hand.

"It's the most effective cold medicine."

"Let's try it." The Sorting Hat thought for a moment and opened his mouth, "By the way, your magic has improved a lot, Albus. ”

"It's just a little trick." With a calm face, Dumbledore poured the pick-me-up into the Sorting Hat's mouth...... Or rather, on the brim of the hat.

Because it can't eat, it definitely can't be taken internally, so it can only be applied externally.

Little by little, the potion sank into the Sorting Hat, leaving a large dark brown trail that made it look even dirtier.

But neither of the two present cared about it.

"How does it feel?" Dumbledore asked.

"I want to ...... It should be much better. The Sorting Hat pinched the brim, "At least not sneezing now." ”

(End of chapter)