Chapter 352 Quidditch Selection

"Is this a great ball? Hmmm... I mean, is it possible to kill someone?"

Elena tried to make her tone sound casual, slightly lowering her head so that Mrs. Huo Qi couldn't clearly see the curiosity in her eyes. Although it is just a sports event used by the magical world for entertainment, it reveals something. If the magical elasticity released falls into the hands of people with hidden intentions, it will become particularly dreadful.

Most importantly, compared to the wizards with uneven monomer strength, with the popularity of Quidditch, the production and enchantment of the can be said to be one of the few in the magical world that has reached a semi-industrial level of magical items.

You know, this is just a ball with automatic enemy seeking and automatic acceleration. In the original book, it could easily penetrate the thin wooden board or discount Harry's arm with its own magical power. If it were replaced with a flying knife, bullets, javelins, and even offensive weapons like embroidery needles, it would be completely different.

"Compared to the large-scale lethal weapons of non-magical forces, the magical world is almost at least one era ahead in the development of human weapons. It is definitely better to avoid future wars and conflicts."

Elena thought reflectively about the two debating in the box.

Based on the visual estimation just made, the dive attack of the mobile ball is estimated to reach a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, which is almost equal to the basic speed of some of the best non-magical world football players.

At least, Elena thought, if I exchange for myself, if I don't use magic to strengthen the body in advance, I may be slightly weaker than Derek's counterattack. After all, she is less than eleven years old now and her physical condition is not fully developed. Currently, Gower and Crabbe, who are still a little chubby, are not much better...

"Eh?! The ball is so terrible?!"

At this moment, little Harry beside also swallowed in fear and turned to look at Mrs. Huo Qi.

"Never at Hogwarts. One or two people had their jaw broken, that's all. Well, you don't have to worry about this, there will be teachers watching the game at every match, and I will be in the sky."

Mrs. Huo Qi looked at the serious little ones around her, waved her hand, quickly put an end to the issue, and turned the topic back to the previous introduction of the Quidditch rules.

I saw her bend down and take out the fourth and final ball from the box. It was about the size of a walnut. It was golden and shiny, with a pair of silver wings constantly flapping on both sides.

"This," said Mrs. Huo Qi, "The Golden Snitch is the most important of all the balls. The duty of each team is to find the player moving between the chaser, beater, mobile ball, and ghost ball. Go back and forth, catch it before the opponent finds the golfer. If the seeker of the team catches the golden thief, their team can win an extra 150 points, and only when the golden thief is caught, is the Quidditch match considered to be over."

"I want to be a golfer. What about you?"

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows and nudged Harry with his elbow, whispering.

"I, I..."

Harry opened his mouth and looked at the friend he had met on the train just after entering the school, a look of doubt appeared on his face. Undoubtedly, according to Mrs. Huo Qi's description, being a seeker can be said to be the most important position on a Quidditch team. This kind of role that can become the savior of the team, no one would not want to take it on.

"Wow! Wait!"

"Oh my god! This, this won't be?!"

However, before Harry could speak, Ron, standing beside him, suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed in an exaggerated sound.

At the same time, the Quidditch players from the four academies standing around the field seemed to realize something, and all took a breath and made a bewildered sound.

Upon hearing the exaggerated sounds around them, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter instinctively turned their heads, following Ron's gaze to Mrs. Huo Qi standing in the center of the Quidditch stadium.

I don't know when Mrs. Huo Qi has unwrapped the long package behind her. A new and beautiful flying broom appears in Mrs. Huo Qi's hands, Ron and Malfoy also said Harry's broom's name the next moment.

"I'm not dazzled?! Is this the latest Lightwheel 2000 model?"

"Lightwheel 2000! Wow, it's so cool!"

"Mrs. Huo Qi, can I touch your broom?"

Even Harry, who knew nothing about the type of flying broom, had the idea of "this broom is simply amazing" at first sight: the lines are beautiful and bright, and the mahogany handle looks sharp. The long tail is made of straight and tidy branches, and the words "Light Wheel 2000" are printed on the top of the broomstick in golden letters.

If he remembered correctly, the last time Hagrid took him to Diagon Alley, there were many wizards around the door of the flying broom shop, looking at the brooms displayed in the window and pointing at them.

"Cough... this is sponsored by Professor Dumbledore, not mine personally, it belongs to the school's public assets."

Faced with the exclamation of the little wizards around her, Mrs. Huo Qi's face showed a rare embarrassment, and she waved her hand in a somewhat unnatural manner, coughed slightly, and quickly explained.

"Due to the accidents that occurred during the flight class last Thursday, and the subsequent changes in Quidditch training and competition, Dumbledore believes that a good performing broom can help us deal with some unexpected situations more timely and effectively, so..."

"Lightwheel 2000? Emergencies?"

Without hearing any further explanation from Mrs. Huo Qi, Elena raised her eyebrows, looked down at the Comet that Malfoy had temporarily lent her, and then glanced at the worn hands of the friends around her. The defective teaching brooms that Dumbledore promised wouldn't arrive for at least another week.

Immediately after, the young girl lifted her head with determination, her blue eyes narrowing slightly, subconsciously seeking in the direction of the high stands around the field, trying to verify certain assumptions in her mind.

"Is this also in your calculations, old turnip?"

As expected, an elderly wizard with a white beard dressed in a dark blue starry wizard's robe was seated in a chair in the distance, looking down with a smile towards the faculty seats in the stands. The young wizards on the field noticed Elena's gaze, and even the old man waved a greeting.

Undoubtedly, Dumbledore, as one of the most prominent wizards of the contemporary era, despite occasionally being a bit sarcastic, does not forget the most basic loopholes in front of the new generation of little rascals.

Elena was right. Albus Dumbledore, at 110 years old, certainly would not fly to intercept a girl of mixed race. However, after having the best broom today, Mrs. Huo Qi, a former professional player, wanted to easily stop or catch a young person who had escaped.

"Do you just want to leave me at school and play nicely?"

A flash of light appeared in Elena Lake's blue eyes, initially showing a bit of defiance. After clashing with Dumbledore's early strategy, it instantly transformed into a flame of temptation to test.

"Very well, today I will show you how dangerous and exciting it is to play."

Looking up at the increasingly sultry sky, Elena took the broom and actively stepped out of the line, looking at Mrs. Huo Qi with a sweet smile and saying...

Goo ~ Today there is still only one goo ~ Progress (3/25)

In diligent writing, the plot was slightly adjusted, and a copy of the extracurricular adventure was temporarily postponed.

Indeed, the fat chicken has been interrupted, because the rest has not been written yet ~ a little ~ slightly ~ suspense ~