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Chapter 162: The Mobile Quaffle
Chapter 162: The Mobile Quaffle
The next day was the weekend, a day off from classes.
As Kyle opened the dormitory door, Cedric, with his arms outstretched, greeted him.
"What's with this pose...are you imitating a lucky cat or something?" Kyle asked, puzzled.
"What cat...never mind, it's not important."
Cedric lowered his arms and said, "I came to get you. Did you forget that today is the Quidditch tryouts? Why are you just coming out now?"
"I didn't forget, I just woke up," Kyle replied, rubbing his face as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
It was a rare day with good weather, and it would be a shame not to sleep in a little longer.
Cedric rubbed his forehead and said, "The tryouts start at 10 o'clock, and it's already half past nine...how can you sleep at a time like this?"
"We still have half an hour, it's plenty of time," Kyle assured him.
Kyle picked up his Firebolt 2000 and followed Cedric out of the common room, accompanied by Conna, who had been waiting outside while Cedric went to get Kyle.
They made their way across the grounds to the Quidditch pitch, where the tryouts had not yet officially started. However, the area around the pitch was already bustling, and even Professor Sprout, who rarely left the greenhouses, had made an appearance. She stood in the middle of the pitch, deep in conversation with Madam Hooch.
The stands surrounding the pitch were filled with spectators, including Hufflepuffs and students from other houses.
From their nervous expressions, it was clear that at least half of them were there to gather intelligence.
However, Harris, the team captain, paid them no mind and showed no intention of shooing them away.
When Kyle and his group arrived, Harris even enthusiastically explained the basic rules of Quidditch to some of the younger wizards.
"Quidditch is quite simple. Chasers throw the Snitch to score points, Beaters use wooden bats to protect themselves from Bludgers and hit them towards the opposing players."
Harris sat on the stands and explained to a bespectacled boy, "But you don't need to worry about any of that. As a Seeker, Potter, your task is to catch the Golden Snitch in the shortest time possible."
"What's the Golden Snitch...?" Harry asked curiously.
"It's a tricky little fellow," Harris replied. "But catching it ends the game and earns your team an extra 150 points."
"Golden...Snitch..." Harry muttered to himself.
But soon, a thought struck him, and he looked at Harris with a bewildered expression. "Wait...how do you know I'm a Seeker?"
"It's simple," Harris shook his head. "Wood has been grinning so much these days that he can't even close his mouth. He's even been adding extra servings at meals. We knew something was up.
And the only thing that could make him this happy is the Seeker position."
"So Wood told you?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
At least the news didn't leak from his side.
"It has nothing to do with him," Harris shook his head. "That kid Wood wanted to keep it a secret from me, saying he was only happy because his owl had laid a second egg.
So I went straight to Professor McGonagall, and she's the one who told me that you're the new Seeker for Gryffindor."
"Professor McGonagall?" Harry sat there, dumbfounded. For some reason, he felt a twinge of sympathy for Wood.
Wood had wanted to keep him as a secret weapon, surprising the other teams, but in less than a day, the opponents had openly obtained the information from Professor McGonagall.
What kind of secret is this...
"Go for it, Harry. You'll do great," Harris said, patting him on the shoulder as he stood up. "I can't wait to play against you guys one day."
With that, he left the stands and walked towards the center of the pitch, greeting Kyle and his friends along the way.
"Looks like it's about to start."
Kyle took his Firebolt 2000 and found a spot near the front of the stands.
Conna glanced at the pitch and asked, "How many players are they selecting this time?"
"Two," Cedric replied. "One Beater and one Chaser. Kyle is participating in the Chaser tryouts."
"Hmm."
Kyle nodded beside him.
Compared to constantly dealing with Bludgers or Snitch hunting, he preferred the feeling of scoring goals.
Although each goal was worth only ten points, if you scored enough, you could still earn 150 points... or even more.
At exactly 10 o'clock, the tryouts began.
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First up was the Beater tryouts, with three participants.
Under Harris's arrangement, the three of them mounted their broomsticks and flew to the center of the pitch.
The Beater tryouts primarily tested precision and the strength of their bat swings, and Harris had already brought over a box containing Bludgers.
Their task was to stay on their broomsticks for as long as possible, and the last person to be knocked down would secure a spot on the team.
As Harris opened the box, two Bludgers shot out like cannonballs, instantly zipping around in the air.
The three of them held their bats, ready to strike the Bludgers flying towards them.
After all, these were the selected candidates, so they definitely had the skills. It was unlikely for someone to be eliminated right at the start, but as time went on, things would get more challenging.
Everyone watched silently.
After five minutes, the first elimination occurred.
It was a second-year student, the youngest of the three.
Perhaps, seeing no results for a while, he began to lose his patience and tried to hit the Bludger towards the others.
However, due to his excessive force, he lost his grip and threw his bat away.
There was nothing to say about that. The next second, he was knocked off his broomstick by another Bludger flying by.
"Ouch, that must've hurt."
In the stands, Harry couldn't help but exclaim and instinctively reached for his shoulder as if he had been hit too.
"That's how it is for Beaters."
Ron explained beside him, "Fred and George told me that in their first year on the team, Fred's arm was broken three times by Bludgers, and George's leg was broken too."
Kyle, sitting not far away, heard Ron's words and looked at Cedric in confusion, "Fred and George had their arms broken by Bludgers?"
"No, never!"
Cedric replied firmly, "All other Beaters have had injuries to some extent, but Fred and George... as far as I know, after a whole year of matches, Bludgers haven't even touched their clothes.
In fact, they're like Bludgers themselves."
(End of Chapter)
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