Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 96 Wood's Wish

"You're the youngest academy teammate in a century, I know it, I know it all." Colin didn't care what Harry was saying, he was so excited just thinking about Harry in his mind shine.

"You must be the best player, I haven't even flown, I don't know if it will be difficult. This is your broom, it's beautiful." Colin trotted with Harry all the way, and kept talking. , from time to time make a fuss and discover some new situations.

Harry was very helpless, but he couldn't think of a way to get rid of him, he just felt like he was following a talkative shadow, chattering and chattering all the way.

"I haven't seen a Quidditch match yet, but I've heard people say, are there four balls, two special balls flying around and knocking someone off a broom?" Colin said all the way. Breathless, even if Harry ignored him, he still said cheerfully, "I wish I had an autographed picture of your game."

"There are two Bludgers in a Quidditch match." Harry breathed out helplessly, and began to explain the detailed rules of the Quidditch match to Colin, so as to avoid him returning to the autographed photo again." Each team has two dedicated players who knock the Bludgers away from their teammates. They are the protectors of the teammates, and Fred is the Gryffindor hitter."

"Oh, that's great, what are the other balls for?" Colin listened to Harry's words, and immediately forgot about the autographed photo, and asked about the rules of Quidditch.

"There's a big red ball, it's the Quaffle, and it's used to score goals. The three pursuers on the team are responsible for passing the ball around, avoiding the opposing team's defense, and then getting the ball across the pitch. The goal above is the ring on the three long pillars."

"And one more ball?" Colin continued.

"The last one is called the Snitch." Harry's voice was slightly cheered, this is the ball he touches the most, and it's his mission on the team, "It's the smallest ball, the size of a pigeon egg, it's very fast, it's hard Catch. But the heart of the game is the catch, and the game doesn't end until the Seeker catches it. Once the Snitch is caught, the team gets one hundred and fifty points."

"I know you're a Gryffindor Seeker, and you've led the team to victory." Colin heard his roommates talk about this, and he looked at Harry with admiration. For a century, Harry was the only first grader. Coming into Quidditch, he also led the team to victory.

"Victory is everyone's credit." Harry replied solemnly, the team is a collective sport, maybe the Seeker is indeed the most important, but everyone is essential, "There is also a goalkeeper responsible for guarding the goal. ,And that's all."

They walked across the castle, across the grass, the morning dew on their trousers and shoes.

On the way along the lawn to the court, Colin kept asking questions. Fortunately, he did not continue to let Harry sign for him. He waited until the locker room. Harry finally got rid of him and he couldn't get in. Locker room, "Thank goodness."

"I'm going to the stands to find a seat, Harry." Colin, who was blocked from the dressing room, shouted sharply to Harry before hurried to the stands.

The rest of Gryffindor's teammates were also waiting in the locker room, also groggy, only Wood was fully awake. Fred was slumped on the cross-chair, his eyes puffy and his hair a mess. The fourth-grade girl next to her, Arya Spinnet, was leaning against the wall, her two eyelids were constantly fighting.

The other two Chasers, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell, were leaning against each other, yawning.

Harry was woken up by Colin on the way, but he started to feel sleepy when he saw the appearance of his teammates. "How did this guy Wood rushed into the girls' dormitory and called them?"

Of course Wood couldn't rush into the girls' dormitory, even if he had the idea, he didn't have the ability. When he shouted the name of his teammates downstairs in the lounge,

He has drawn a lot of resentment for the team.

But he didn't care. At this time, Wood was completely ignited by his Quidditch soul, and he was so energetic that his teammates could not eat it. He held up a large drawing board showing the Quidditch pitch, with lines, arrows and signs in various colors.

He took out his wand and tapped it on the drawing board. The arrows, like ants, moved on the map, demonstrating his tactics. Wood explained his new tactics with excitement, and said that he was still dancing at the key points.

Fred was already snoring, and Harry wasn't awake at all.

The first drawing board lasted for nearly twenty minutes, but Wood took out the second and third. Harry was completely unconscious, all he knew was that he just had to catch the Snitch, and it was useless to talk so much.

Wood kept talking and talking in a flat, untuned voice, and everyone fell asleep.

"That's it." Wood finally came to his senses, and he finished.

Everyone also finished speaking with this voice, and suddenly woke up.

It was unbelievable that Harry suddenly became refreshed when he heard "that's it", completely unaware that his eyelids were still as heavy as a mountain.

"Is everyone clear? Is there any problem?" Wood continued to ask. He talked too much by himself, and he never noticed if anyone was listening. Now that he looked back, he found that no one seemed to be listening.

"I have a question, Wood." Fred was also completely awake. Wood's words were like magic. As soon as he started speaking, Fred felt like he was being hypnotized. But as soon as he finished speaking, Fred felt refreshed. "Why didn't you tell us this when we were all awake yesterday?"

Wood's face was a little heavy, "Guys, we won the Quidditch trophy for the first time in seven years. This year we have a bigger advantage, we can defend the title, but other teams will not easily admit defeat."

Wood is already in sixth grade, next year will be his last year, and he is under pressure to find a job after graduation. Not surprisingly, he will be out of the team next year, and last year was his only one-year victory since he entered the team. And this year may also be his last year on the team. He is more eager to win than anyone else, eager to end his memory on the academy team with a victory.

Harry couldn't feel it at all. He entered the Quidditch team in his first year and not only created the smallest player in history, but also led the team to a championship. He had enough time, enough chances to get more accolades, and Quidditch was not as important to him as it was to Wood.

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