Chapter 352 Quidditch Selection (Part 2) (Thanks to the Leader of "Power8767")
"Is this Bludger powerful? Um... I mean, is it possible to kill someone?"
Elena tried to make her tone sound casual, lowering her head slightly to prevent Mrs. Hoqi from seeing the curious look in her eyes - although this is just a sports event used for entertainment in the magic world, but it The magical malleability displayed in it will become particularly terrifying if it accidentally falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives.
And the most important thing is that compared to the individual wizards with varying strengths, with the popularity of Quidditch, the production and enchanting of Bludgers can be said to be one of the few in the wizarding world that has reached the semi-industrial level. Magic items.
You know, this is just a ball that automatically detects enemies and automatically accelerates. In the original book, it can easily penetrate thin wooden boards with its own magical power, or break Harry's arm. So if it is replaced by a throwing knife, Bullets, javelins, and even offensive weapons such as embroidery needles are completely different.
"Compared to the weapons of mass destruction of non-magic armies, the magic community is almost at least an era ahead in the development of weapons against humans - indeed, it is best to avoid wars and conflicts as much as possible in the future. ."
Elena looked thoughtfully at the two struggling Bludgers in the crate and thought to herself.
According to the visual estimation just now, the Bludger is estimated to reach a speed of 100 kilometers per hour when it swoops down from mid-air, which is almost close to the basic speed of some top football players in the non-magical world when shooting.
At least Elena paid for herself. If it were her, if she didn't use the magic text to strengthen her body in advance, her counterattack might still be slightly weaker than Derek's. After all, she is less than eleven years old now, and her physical fitness has not yet fully matured. Goyle and Crabbe, who are still two chubby little ones, are not much better...
"Huh?! Are Bludgers so scary?"
At this time, little Harry on the side also swallowed with some fear and turned his head to look at Mrs. Huo Qi.
"Never at Hogwarts. One or two people got their jaws smashed, that's all. Well, you don't have to worry about that. There will be professors watching every game, and I'll be up there too— —”
Mrs. Huo Qi glanced at the serious little guys around her, waved her hand, quickly ended the question, and brought the topic back to the previous introduction to the rules of Quidditch.
I saw her bending down and taking out the fourth and last small ball from the box. It was about the size of a walnut, golden, with a pair of small silver wings that were constantly flapping on both sides.
"This," said Mrs. Hooch, "is the most important of all balls. The Seeker's job is to move between the Chaser, the Beater, the Bludgers, and the Quaffle. shuttle and catch it before the opponent's Seeker. If a Seeker of any team catches the Snitch, his team will win an additional 150 points. At the same time, only if the Snitch is caught Then the Quidditch game is over."
"I'm going to be Seeker. What about you?"
Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows, nudged Harry next to him with his elbow, and said softly.
"Me, I too..."
Harry opened his mouth and looked at the friend next to him whom he had met on the train when he first entered school, with a look of hesitation on his face. There is no doubt that according to Mrs. Hooch's description, the seeker can be said to be the most important position in a Quidditch team. No one wants to play this role that can become the savior of the team.
"Whoa! Wait!"
"Oh my God! This, this can't be?!"
However, before Harry could speak, Ron, standing beside them, suddenly widened his eyes and let out an exaggerated exclamation.
At the same time, the Quidditch players from the four colleges standing around the field seemed to have realized something. They all gasped in unison and exclaimed.
Hearing the exaggerated voice coming from beside them, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter subconsciously turned their heads and followed Ron's gaze towards Mrs. Hooch standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.
At some point, Mrs. Hooch had untied the long bundle she was carrying behind her back, and a brand new and beautiful broomstick appeared in Mrs. Hooch's hands, and Ron and Malfoy also told them the next moment. The name of Harry's broomstick.
"Aren't I dazzled?! Is this the latest Nimbus 2000?"
"Nimbus 2000! Wow, that's so cool!"
"Mrs. Hooch, can I touch your broom?"
Even Harry, who knew nothing about the types of broomsticks, had the idea of "this broom is simply awesome" at first glance: the lines are beautiful and shiny, and the mahogany handle looks sharp. It has a sharp edge and a long tail made of neat and straight branches. The words "Nimbus 2000" are printed brilliantly on the top of the broom handle.
If he remembered correctly, the last time Hagrid took him to Diagon Alley, there were many wizards gathered around the entrance of the broomstick shop, looking at the broom displayed in the window and pointing.
"Ahem... This is sponsored by Professor Dumbledore. It does not belong to me personally. It belongs to the school's public assets."
Facing the exclamations of the young wizards around her, Mrs. Huo Qi had a rare expression of embarrassment on her face. She waved her hands unnaturally, coughed lightly, and explained quickly.
"Due to the accident that occurred in the flying class last Thursday, and the subsequent changes in Quidditch training and competition, Dumbledore believed that a broom with excellent performance could help us deal with some emergencies in a more timely and effective manner, so... …”
"Nimbus 2000? An emergency?"
Instead of listening carefully to Mrs. Hoqi's subsequent explanation, Elena raised her eyebrows, lowered her head and looked at the comet in her hand that Malfoy temporarily lent her, and then looked at the tatters in the hands of her friends around her. The crappy teaching broomsticks - the ones Dumbledore promised won't arrive until at least next week.
Then, the girl raised her head thoughtfully, her lake-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and she subconsciously searched in the direction of the high stands around the stadium, trying to verify some of her guesses.
"Is this also part of your calculation, spicy old carrot?"
As she expected, in the direction of the faculty seats in the stands, an old wizard with a white beard wearing a dark blue star wizard robe was sitting on a chair in the distance, looking down with a smile. The little wizards on the court noticed Elena's gaze, and the old man even took the initiative to wave and say hello.
There is no doubt that as one of the most outstanding wizards of the contemporary era, although Dumbledore is occasionally a little foolish or salty, when facing the new generation of little devils, these most basic loopholes are unlikely to be forgotten.
Elena was right. Albus Dumbledore, who was already 110 years old, would certainly not be able to fly into the sky to intercept a certain hybrid Veela. But with today's most advanced broom, it is quite easy for Mrs. Huo Qi, a former professional player, to stop or keep up with a sneaking little guy.
"That's what you think, do you want to leave me in school and play ball?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Elena's lake-blue eyes. What was originally a rebellious mood suddenly turned into a flame eager to cause trouble after it collided with Dumbledore's advance plan.
"Very well, I will show you today how dangerous and exciting playing ball is."
Raising her head and looking at the increasingly sultry sky, Elena held the broom and walked out of the queue on her own initiative. She looked at Mrs. Huo Qi and smiled sweetly and said...
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Gu~There is still only one chapter today Gu~Progress (3/25)
In the hard-coded version, the plot has been slightly adjusted, and an off-campus adventure copy has been temporarily postponed.
That’s right, Fat Chicken is broken because the rest of it hasn’t been written out yet ~ a little bit ~ a little bit ~
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