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Chapter 164: The Damn Sorting Hat
Chapter 164: The Damn Sorting Hat
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and as the whistle sounded, Kyle raised his arm high and threw the Snitch in his hand at the very last second.
However, due to the distance, the Snitch was intercepted by Harris, breaking his record of zero catches.
At that moment, by the side of the pitch, the numbers on the scoreboard froze at 210, indicating that Kyle had scored 21 goals in those ten minutes.
To score two goals per minute while having to cover the entire pitch was an incredibly intimidating feat.
The three Snitches were barely enough, and it was only with the support of Professor McGonagall, who used a Transfiguration Spell to provide two more Snitches from the sidelines, that they managed to barely scrape by until the end.
"Merlin's beard, I never want to be a Keeper again!"
Back on the ground, Harris let out a deep sigh of relief. During those ten minutes, he truly experienced what it meant to be in pain and joy simultaneously.
The joy came from the fact that Hufflepuff had produced a genius Chaser. If nothing unexpected happened, this second-year student named Kyle would undoubtedly become a key figure in their quest for the Quidditch Cup.
Harris himself was one of the most outstanding Chasers at Hogwarts, and in every match, he single-handedly scored the majority of Hufflepuff's points.
But the problem lay in the fact that the other two Chasers' skills were far inferior to his. The three of them couldn't coordinate well, and almost all the goals were scored solely by Harris.
This undoubtedly tested his physical endurance, which led to the saying that Hufflepuff wasn't good at endurance matches.
Additionally, there was another issue. If Harris was heavily marked by the opposing players or got injured and had to leave the pitch, Hufflepuff would immediately be at a disadvantage.
Fortunately, last year, a genius Seeker named Cedric emerged, who could quickly find the Golden Snitch on the field. With him on the team, it was difficult for other houses to prolong the match.
And now, with this year's addition of Kyle, Hufflepuff's biggest weakness had been instantly rectified.
Harris felt as if he could already see the Quidditch Cup beckoning to him. How could he not be thrilled?
As for the pain... Well, anyone who had been toyed with like a fool for ten minutes would feel the same.
"Captain, it's a good thing you didn't sign up to be a Keeper," one of the team members teased. "Otherwise, we might never have a chance at the Quidditch Cup."
"Shut up, Ferro!" Harris glared at him. "I feel like your technique has been a bit off lately. Come for special training tomorrow morning at eight o'clock sharp."
"Eight o'clock!"
Ferro couldn't manage a smile. With a bitter expression, he said, "Special training is fine, but can we make it ten o'clock... No, nine o'clock, nine is also okay!"
Hufflepuff students weren't as competitive as the Ravenclaw scholars or as spirited as the Gryffindors. On weekends, they generally slept in until they woke up naturally.
Eight o'clock was indeed a bit too early for them.
"No!" Harris snorted coldly. "Remember, come at eight o'clock sharp, and for every minute you're late, you'll have an extra hour of training."
After saying this, Harris walked straight to the center of the pitch.
Despite Kyle's near-perfect performance, the process had to continue. He looked at the remaining two students and asked, "Who's next?"
The two fifth-year students exchanged glances and nonchalantly shook their heads.
One of them waved his hand and said, "No need, I forfeit."
Although Harris might have been suspected of throwing the match, even if Kyle's score was halved, it was still an impossible feat for them.
So there was no need to waste any more time.
Another person shared the same thought.
"I abstain as well... and don't pretend, just laugh if you want to," he said, and he couldn't help but chuckle himself.
Hufflepuff had produced yet another genius, and he was naturally delighted.
"Ahem... the professors are watching, so be serious," Harris said, feigning a stern expression.
It's fine to be happy, but you have to wait until you're in the Common Room. With so many professors around, you can't afford to look too pleased with yourself.
It's easy to be targeted.
Harris suppressed his excitement and tried his best to maintain a serious demeanor.
"Since you've all decided to abstain..."
He walked up to Kyle and extended his hand, "Congratulations, Kyle. You're now the team's Chaser."
"The honor is mine, Captain," Kyle said, shaking his hand.
Professor Sprout watched from the stands, her smile as bright as a blooming cabbage.
But Professor McGonagall, sitting next to her, was a different story.
Professor McGonagall tightly gripped her copy of "Advanced Transfiguration Guide," and her body continued to tremble.
It hurt so much! Why wasn't such a Quidditch genius in Gryffindor! Professor McGonagall was certain that with Kyle and Harry Potter, Gryffindor would be invincible.
But unfortunately, he was a Hufflepuff.
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Damn that Sorting Hat...
"Achoo!"
On the eighth floor, in the Headmaster's Office, the Sorting Hat, who was working on a new composition, suddenly sneezed.
"That's odd," Dumbledore said curiously, looking at it, "Can you catch a cold?"
"I don't know, but I shouldn't be able to. After all, I'm just a hat."
The Sorting Hat wanted to rub its head with its brim, but it couldn't reach, so it ended up wiping its mouth.
"Albus, I think someone must have had ill intentions towards me."
"I still prefer to believe you've caught a cold."
Dumbledore smiled and said, "As far as I know, no student dislikes their own house. If that's the case, how could they have ill intentions towards you?"
"That's true..." The Sorting Hat nodded in agreement. Its decisions were never wrong.
"Do I really have a cold?"
The Sorting Hat fell into self-doubt, but it was just a hat, and when Godric Gryffindor created it, he didn't seem to have added this setting! "I don't know if a stimulant will work for you... but do you want to try?"
Dumbledore came to the Sorting Hat and with a quick grab, a small bottle appeared in his hand.
"This is the most effective cold remedy."
"Then I'll give it a try," the Sorting Hat thought for a moment and opened its mouth, "By the way, your magic has improved a lot, Albus."
"It's just a few simple tricks," Dumbledore said calmly, pouring the stimulant into the Sorting Hat's mouth... or rather, onto its brim.
Since it couldn't eat, it was impossible to take it internally, so it had to be applied externally.
The potion slowly dripped into the Sorting Hat, leaving a large dark brown stain, making it look even dirtier.
However, the two present didn't mind.
"How do you feel?" Dumbledore asked.
"I think it's much better," the Sorting Hat said, wiping its brim with its brim, "At least I'm not sneezing anymore."
(End of Chapter)
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