Chapter 162 Humanoid Bludger

The next day was the weekend, so there was no class.

In the morning, Kyle just opened the door of the dormitory and saw Cedric stretching his arms.

"What kind of look are you in..." Kyle asked in confusion: "Imitating the lucky cat?"

"What cat... Never mind, it's not important."

Cedric put down his raised arm and said: "I came to call you. Did you forget that today is the day of Quidditch selection? Why did you come out now?"

"No, I just woke up..." Kyle rubbed his face and said as a matter of course.

It's a rare weekend with good weather. It would be a pity if I didn't sleep a little longer.

Cedric rubbed his forehead and said: "The selection is at 10 o'clock, and it's already 9:30... How can you sleep?"

"Isn't there still half an hour? It's totally in time."

Kyle took his Nimbus 2000 and followed Cedric out of the common room.

Connor was also with him. When Cedric went to call Kyle before, she was waiting outside.

Several people walked through the field and came to the Quidditch field.

The selection had not officially started yet, but the field was already very lively. Even Professor Sprout, who rarely left the greenhouse, came. She stood in the middle of the field and was talking to Madam Hooch.

There were many people sitting in the stands around, some from Hufflepuff and some from other colleges.

It was not difficult to see from the nervous look of those people that at least half of them were here to gather intelligence.

But Harris, the captain of the team, did not care and had no intention of driving them away.

When Kyle and his friends came over, he even enthusiastically helped some junior wizards explain the basic rules of Quidditch.

"Quidditch is actually very simple. Chasers are responsible for throwing the quaffle to score points, and beaters are responsible for using wooden sticks to protect players from being disturbed by the bludgers and hitting the bludgers at the opposing players." Harris sat in the stands and said to a boy wearing glasses: "But you don't have to think about these. As a seeker, Potter, your task is to catch the golden snitch in the shortest time." "What is the golden snitch..." Harry asked curiously. "A very troublesome little guy." Harris said: "But catching it can end the game, and it can also add 150 points to your team." "Golden... Snitch..." Harry whispered to himself. But soon he thought of something, and looked at Harris with a confused face and said: "Wait... How do you know I'm a seeker!" "This is very simple." Harris shook his head and said: "Wood has been laughing so hard these days that he can't stop eating. He can even add two more spoons to his meal. We have long seen that something is wrong. And the only thing that can make him so happy is the problem of the seeker." "So Wood told you?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the news was not leaked from my side.

"It has nothing to do with him."

Harris shook his head and said, "Wood wanted to keep it secret from me, saying that his owl was happy because it had a second baby.

So I went directly to ask Professor McGonagall, and she told me the news that you became Gryffindor's new seeker."

"Professor McGonagall?" Harry sat there blankly. Somehow, he felt a little sorry for Wood.

He had thought of using himself as a secret weapon to catch other teams off guard, but it was less than a day later that the opponent got the news from Professor McGonagall.

What kind of secret is this...

"Do a good job, Harry, you will be great." Harris stood up and patted him on the shoulder, smiling and said, "I am looking forward to the day when I play against you."

After that, he left the stands and walked towards the middle of the court. On the way, he also said hello to Kyle and others who had just walked over.

"It looks like it's about to start."

Kyle took his Nimbus 2000 and sat down in a front seat in the stands.

Kanna glanced at the court and asked, "How many players will be selected this time?"

"Two, a beater and a chaser." Cedric said, "Kyle is participating in the chaser selection."

"Yeah."

Kyle nodded beside him.

Compared to fighting with the bludgers or finding the snitch, he liked the feeling of scoring goals the most.

Although a ball is only ten points, as long as you score more, you can also get 150 points... or even more.

At ten o'clock, the selection began.

The first selection was for the beaters, a total of three people.

Under Harris' arrangement, the three of them sat on the flying brooms and came to the middle of the court.

The main test of the beater is the accuracy and strength when swinging the wooden stick. Harris had already moved the box containing the bludgers over in advance.

What the three of them need to do is to stay on the broom as long as possible. The last person to be knocked down can join the team.

As Harris opened the box, two Bludgers flew out like cannonballs and began to run rampant in the air.

The three of them took wooden sticks and knocked the Bludgers flying towards them away.

After all, they were people who had passed the preliminary selection, so they must have strength. It was impossible for them to be eliminated at the beginning, but it would be different after a long time.

Everyone watched quietly.

Five minutes later, the first eliminated person appeared.

He was a second-year student, the youngest of the three.

Perhaps because he had not seen any results, he gradually lost his patience and wanted to hit the Bludger towards the other two.

As a result, because he used too much force, he actually lost his grip and threw the stick out.

There was nothing to say about this. The next second, he was knocked off his broom by another flying Bludger.

"Oh... That must be painful."

In the stands, Harry couldn't help but scream after seeing this scene, and subconsciously reached out to touch his shoulder, as if he had been hit too.

"That's how it is for hitters."

Ron explained, "George told me that when he first joined the team, his arm was broken three times by the Bludger.

Fred was almost the same, but he broke his leg."

Kyle, who was sitting not far away, looked at Cedric in confusion after hearing Ron's words, "Did Fred and George have their arms broken by the Bludger?"

"No, never!"

Cedric said firmly, "Other hitters have been injured to some extent, only Fred and George... As far as I know, the Bludger has never even hit their clothes in a school year.

In fact, they are like two Bludgers themselves."