Chapter 337 Captain's Level Dialogue

It was a disaster, none of them..."

On the grandstands at the edge of the Quidditch field, after witnessing the fall of the last first-year rookie from Ravenclaw, Roger Davis, the captain of the Ravenclaw Academy team, sighed heavily.

"Skirts, all the girls wear skirts, and the only boy is Chocobo."

"Davis, I noticed you don't like girls in skirts, no wonder your girlfriend changed so quickly, because all of them wear skirts."

Cedric Diggory hugged his arms and made a joke in a relaxed tone.

As the Quidditch captain at Hufflepuff College, Cedric is in a very cheerful mood at the moment.

After all, as long as he is not blind, Elena Kaslana is really good. Her relaxed appearance even gives the illusion that she can fly freely even without a broomstick.

There is no doubt that kids with such talents can cover the entire Quidditch field like moonlight, no matter where they play. Cedric has no doubt that as long as Elena rises to the second grade and joins the college team to start the official game, all of Hogwarts may be lucky enough to witness the establishment of a new Quidditch dynasty.

Almost the strength of professional players is overwhelming, it is too evident in this college-level confrontation.

"Shut up, Diggory. Don't you see that, in the first-year generation of our college, there are supposed to be no boys who can play Quidditch... The girls are really cute in dresses, but cuteness can't help us win the Quidditch Cup."

Roger Davis desperately looked at the Quidditch Stadium, with a row of Ravenclaw girls sitting neatly at the edge of the field, the frustration in his tone almost condensing into substance.

As the most disparate captain of Hogwarts Academy, he may be the happiest and most unfortunate captain.

"My concern now is what will happen to our Ravenclaw Quidditch team after Nelson graduates next year..."

If it weren't for this year's second year, who has a decent Qiu Zhang on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, they would have to face the embarrassment of not having enough seven people to participate in the game this year.

"Come on, as I understand it, most of you in Ravenclaw fly well. If I remember correctly, isn't your new recruit this year a great one?"

Oliver Wood pouted and said with some envy.

Ravenclaw College rarely came up with "landing birds", which seemed to match their school animal, the eagles.

Indeed, most of the little wizards of the Eagles' Academy fly quite well, but the number of people enrolling for Quidditch trials each year is almost steady between 0 and 1, and occasionally breaking up to 2 is amazing. "New Year Draft".

However, relatively speaking, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff clearly lack a little talent in flight.

After all, the movement of Quidditch flying in the sky is not something that can be achieved with bravery alone.

Since Charlie Weasley graduated, the Gryffindor Academy has not reached the finals for a long time.

The lack of a stable seeker made them almost impossible to win. In most cases, they could only passively wait for the opponent to finish the game. Wood, who took over as Quidditch captain, lost a lot of money in these two years. If okay, I like to run to the Quidditch field to see if I can find a hidden talent.

"Personal strength does not represent everything. Oliver seems not to understand this truth."

Marcus Flint murmured with his arms and lifted the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, and the Slytherin emblem on his chest shone silvery in the sunlight.

"It seems you believe that having one more player can help you win. Maybe I can help you remember that we beat you by 320 points last semester-"

"Enough, Marcus! You won't be proud for long."

Oliver Wood's face changed, fiercely looking at the Slytherin captain beside him, his hands clenched tightly to the handrails in front of the grandstands, so that he couldn't run and punch the Slytherin gorilla in the face.

"Did you see the performance of this year's rookies? Gryffindor was selected by two, just like the clumsy performance of Terrence Higgs (Slytherin seeker at that time), our Potter can get rid of him by ten whole positions."

There is no doubt that after seeing Harry Potter's swift rise and suspended motion after riding the broom, only one voice remained in Oliver Wood's mind: "This is the eager seeker of Gryffindor's top golfers for two years, the glory of the Gryffindor Quidditch team will start anew, and they will once again claim to belong to..."

"Sorry, we have three selected from Slytherin."

At that moment, an unpleasant voice interrupted Wood's reverie.

Marcus Flint smiled and involuntarily grinned, gesturing with his thumb to the court below.

"Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle... three to two, now and in the future, we win. I don't think your Potter can beat Malfoy."

Everyone knows that the strongest point of the Gryffindor team lies in their twins who seem to be walking balls. As a beater that needs special cooperation, the tacit understanding of the two on the field is almost equivalent to the same soul.

However, this situation is about to end soon. Marcus looked happily at Goyle and Crabbe, who took off and landed almost at the same pace on the court. Their complicity was even better than the annoying Weasley brothers. It's slightly worse, but it can be seen from the base of the body that it only takes another one or two years to develop, and it can definitely crush most of their peers.

"If I read correctly, it seems we have three people in Hufflepuff."

Cedric glanced at the rather arrogant Marcus and said in a low voice.

"Ha, yes, I almost forgot about that child."

Roger Davis looked at Elena floating in the sky. The envy in his eyes was almost overflowing. The girl flies so well, why wasn't she sorted into Ravenclaw? And she must be so pretty, if she could join the Ravenclaw team, she wouldn't let anyone harm her in the slightest.

"Marcus, it seems you fail to grasp the truth, no matter how many stars can only serve as a backdrop to the moon."

Facing off against the arrogant Slytherin, the other three houses that haven't won the championship for several years have tacitly united. I sentenced each Quidditch team sentence by sentence of Marcus Flint from Slytherin.

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