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Chapter 514: This is the Real Flying Broomstick
Chapter 514: This is the Real Flying Broomstick
Without a doubt, the designer of this level was from Durmstrang.
Roaming Balls, Golden Falcons... It was clear that this level was tailored for Krum, and he didn't even need to pretend.
They even prepared the brooms...
Kyle picked up the broom that was floating nearby.
The broom was new, and its surface was coated with a layer of protective wax. However, when Kyle picked it up, he realized it was large and heavy, almost like it was made of stone. Forget about the Firebolt; even the Comet 260 in the school's broom shed was much lighter.
At the end of the broom handle, Kyle found a line of small golden words... Sweep One.
Wow, the first broom in the Sweep series, a product from seventy years ago.
It must have been difficult for the Ministry of Magic to find this one. This antique model was a rare sight even in the second-hand shop of Diagon Alley, and they managed to find a brand new one.
After all, this model was outdated long ago, and even the oldest ones in the Quidditch shop on Diagon Alley had been replaced by the Sweep Seven.
Kyle took a few steps forward with the broom and reached the edge of the cliff... To be honest, when twenty-nine Roaming Balls appeared at once, the scene was quite stunning. They flew rapidly in the air above the stadium, moving erratically and emitting a deep buzzing sound.
As for the Golden Falcon, it only showed its face and then disappeared.
"Let's give it a try."
Kyle mounted the Sweep One and gently kicked off the ground, taking flight.
The Sweep series was known for its quality, and even this seventy-year-old model felt stable. However, it was too slow, and turning was more effortful.
For Kyle, who was used to the Cleansweep 2000, it took some getting used to... and he didn't have much time to adapt.
Ever since he took off, the previously erratic Roaming Balls suddenly had a target, and they all rushed towards Kyle... They came from all directions, almost blocking every possible path.
Fortunately, Kyle hadn't flown too far, and upon seeing this, he quickly turned his broom and returned to the small round platform, the only safe spot.
When he landed back on the platform, the Roaming Balls in the sky dispersed and stopped chasing him.
Now, the situation for the second level was mostly clear. It was a unique 'Seeker training' where he had to catch the Golden Falcon among the twenty-nine Roaming Balls, and the only safe place was this round platform with a radius of only one foot.
Kyle walked to the edge and looked down... Although he didn't know how deep it was, it was definitely several hundred feet, and falling from the broom would be fatal.
Of course... Perhaps the school had other means to protect the Champions' safety, but in that case, there was no point in thinking about the score for this level.
...
"Luckily, they set an Age Line."
On the spectator stand, Ron looked at Kyle's position and said with relief, "If I were in Kyle's place... I'd probably just stand there until the end of the competition."
Even just watching from here, he felt his legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Yeah..." Harry nodded in agreement.
He loved Quidditch and enjoyed flying fifty feet above the ground, but that was only under normal circumstances.
Flying on a cliff hundreds of feet high while facing over a dozen Roaming Balls was not something he had the courage to attempt... Just like that Beauxbatons student, Fleur Delacour.
She had also tried earlier and almost fell, managing to scramble back onto the platform with great difficulty... and then she didn't move again.
"Oh, look, Kyle is throwing away his broom!"
Hearing Hermione's shout, Harry quickly shifted his gaze from Fleur to Kyle again.
On the platform, Kyle had already put down the Sweep One.
"What's going on? Is he giving up?" Ron frowned.
"Definitely not," Hermione said firmly. "He must have thought of another way.
"Hermione's guess was correct, Kyle had thought of a way to pass the level, and not just one.
Strictly speaking, this level was actually much simpler than the first one. As long as one could overcome the fear of heights, passing it would be a breeze.
After all, this was the Triwizard Tournament, not Quidditch. They were wizards who could use magic. As long as he destroyed all the roaming balls, he could calmly search for the Golden Falcon and passing the level would only be a matter of time.
However, doing so might affect his score a little, and most importantly, the Sweep One was extremely uncomfortable to ride... So, Kyle decided to use the second method.
He raised his wand.
'Firebolt, come!'
Kyle waited, and soon he heard something swooshing through the air behind him, flying towards him at an incredible speed.
The Firebolt that Sirius had given him flew past the stadium, entering the Quidditch pitch, and suddenly stopped in mid-air beside him.
The crowd's voices grew louder, and Bagman was also shouting.
'A clever idea...'
As for what he said next, Kyle couldn't hear it anymore.
He took a step onto the Firebolt and lightly spun in the air.
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This was his first time using the Firebolt, and the effect was simply perfect. The Firebolt seemed like an extension of his body, often reacting to his thoughts.
This was what flying on a broomstick should feel like... Sweep One and the like should just stay in the store.
Kyle spun again, and unknowingly, he had already flown out of the range of the circular platform.
The roaming balls immediately moved.
However, this time Kyle didn't care at all. He lightly lifted his hands upwards, and the Firebolt immediately carried him out of the roaming balls' encirclement.
Kyle was like a nimble swallow, deftly weaving through the roaming balls.
'A brilliant reverse sweep, he dodged an almost certain hit!'
Bagman seemed to have completely forgotten about the other two, 'Oh, this is a slanted flight... Depple's floating dodge... I never thought there would be someone in Hogwarts who could fly so well... He should join a professional team, and he could represent the national team in the next Quidditch World Cup!'
The cheers from the stands grew louder, and countless fireworks exploded in the sky.
On the judges' platform, Karkaroff's face turned extremely gloomy, while Dumbledore was the complete opposite, smiling and clapping.
Not only did he smile, but he also wanted to share this joy with others.
'Karkaroff, do you have any team recommendations?'
'What?' Karkaroff seemed to have just snapped out of it.
'I mean, if the boy has this idea, joining a professional team is also a good choice. Bagman is right, England hasn't made it to the Quidditch World Cup in a long time.'
Dumbledore smiled and said, 'But I personally don't know much about this, so I want to ask for your opinion... If I remember correctly, you spent nearly a year visiting various teams with Viktor Krum, right?'
Madame Maxime, sitting beside him, glanced at him slightly.
She had also heard about this, it was in the year when they decided to restart the Triwizard Tournament, but she didn't know that he had been with Viktor Krum all this time.
This meant that Krum would delay his graduation by a year due to the interruption in his studies.
'This was also unavoidable.' Seeing Maxime's increasingly strange expression, Karkaroff kept twirling his fingers around his goat beard. 'Viktor has exceptional talent, and as a headmaster, I have to fulfill my responsibility and help him find the most suitable team.'
'Headmaster's responsibility?' A glint of laughter flashed in Maxime's eyes, as if she wanted to laugh but held it in.
She didn't say anything else and turned her head to continue watching Fleur in the arena.
...
(End of Chapter)"
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