Chapter 163 Goal, Goal, and More Goal!

On the court, as the first person was eliminated, the pressure on the remaining two people suddenly increased a lot. ̢̜̳̱͈̹͓͛͜ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀͂̀ͅṵ̵̙̻͉̦͙̗̥̉̓̓͊̑̂̑x̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆̆c ̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́́՝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̋̌

They could only muster up their energy, avoid the two bludgers as much as possible, and at the same time look for opportunities to cause some trouble for the other party.

The two of them were going back and forth, and after a stalemate for more than ten minutes, the winner was finally determined.

But what surprised everyone was that the last one left was the under-promised third-year student. With his flexible positioning, he successfully counterattacked and killed the tall fifth-year opponent at the critical moment.

Everyone in the stands began to applaud and cheer.

Harris stepped forward, smiled and extended his hand, "Wilnaard, welcome to the team."

"My pleasure, captain." The third-year student also extended his hand and shook it with Harris.

There was another round of applause.

Next came the selection of chasers. Kyle stood up and came to the field with a broom.

"Come on, Kyle!"

Cedric shouted, lighting a firework.

Fireworks exploded over the stands, forming a huge banner with a running badger and the words "Kyle Goes to Win".

I don’t know where Cedric got the fireworks, but they were clearly visible even in the daytime.

This is a bit too exaggerated...

In this unique way of cheering, Kyle came to the middle of the court.

There are two other people competing with him for the chaser, and they are both in fifth grade.

"As a chaser, the accuracy of the pitch is very important..."

Harris took the Quaffle and said to the three of them: "I will be the goalkeeper next, and you will be responsible for throwing the ball. Whoever scores the most points within the specified time will be included in the team.

So... who of you comes first? "

"I'll do it..." Kyle walked out.

Although without understanding Harris' goalkeeping style, the first one would definitely suffer a bit, but after all, he had the advantage of the broom, so it was considered even.

"Then it's settled. Remember, don't be nervous for a while and just perform normally."

Harris gave Kyle a few words and then came to the goal post.

Kyle also got on the broom and left the ground with a slight push.

"Can we start?" Harris asked.

"no problem."

As soon as Kyle finished speaking, someone threw the Quaffle up from below.

Kyle dived to catch the Quaffle, and then began to fly quickly towards the goal.

Before Harris could react, Kyle was already there.

Facing an empty goal, he casually threw the Quaffle in.

"very!"

Someone below shouted teasingly: "Captain, what were you doing standing there just now? You couldn't have let yourself off the hook, right?"

"Go away!" Harris' face turned red.

Of course he couldn't let go, he just simply didn't react.

He thought that the speed of the Nimbus 2000 would be very fast, but he did not expect that it would be so much faster than the Nimbus 1700. Although the two broomsticks were only two years apart, they were not on the same level at all!

It's really strange... Is this still the Nimbus company he knows who only squeezes out toothpaste a little bit?

"Come again!"

Harris calmed down and became more serious. He didn't want to be accused of letting others go.

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Soon, another Quaffle was thrown up.

Kyle, like before, caught the ball and flew to the goal post.

After having previous experience, Harris reacted this time and stood directly in front of Kyle.

Kyle held the Quaffle in his right hand and tossed it lightly...

"It's the goal on the right!" Harris thought and flew to the right instantly.

But what he didn't expect was that the Quaffle didn't fly to the right at all. It just spun a few times in the air and then returned to Kyle's hand again.

By this time, the others had already flown far away, and it would definitely be too late to turn back.

Kyle scores again.

"Twenty points!"

"Look, Harry, it's a throwback."

In the stands, Ron grabbed Harry's arm and said excitedly: "Merlin, I didn't expect that I could actually see one of the Chaser's classic fake moves here."

"Is this action difficult?" Harry asked doubtfully.

He was new to Quidditch and didn't know much about these things.

But speaking of fake moves, Harry suddenly remembered something.

When Professor McGonagall took him to find Wood, he said that his behavior when picking up the memory ball was very similar to a classic Quidditch fake move.

What was it called Strong's fake move... or Wonsky's fake move... He couldn't remember clearly.

But they're pretty much the same.

"It's not difficult to throw the ball back, but the hard part is that you have to be able to deceive the goalkeeper."

Ron thought for a while and said: "The goalkeeper on the field is the captain of Hufflepuff. He can be said to be the most experienced veteran player in Hogwarts. It is not easy to deceive him."

Harry still didn't quite understand, but judging from the deafening cheers around him, Kyle's move just now should have been wonderful.

So he joined in the cheers.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand... He can pretend to understand, the main thing is to be a sociable person.

On the other side, Harris' face became even redder as he listened to the faint booing from below.

Of course he knew about the back-toss, and he had done it more than once. In the Quidditch Cup two years ago, he scored the last goal with this trick.

And that year, Hufflepuff just won the Quidditch Cup with a very slight advantage.

But he didn't expect that one day he would be fooled by the back-toss.

No wonder the goalkeeper looked at him so unkindly that year. This feeling of being fooled is really not good.

"I should have known not to join in this fun." Harris complained in his heart.

He was worried that using a real goalkeeper would undermine the self-confidence of those people, so he played a guest role temporarily.

Now it seems that this decision is indeed a bit redundant, but it is definitely not possible to change people, Harris can only bite the bullet and continue.

Kyle threw two balls, and it only took about a minute, which was still far from the stipulated ten minutes.

In the following time. He demonstrated the speed of the Nimbus 2000 in all directions.

No matter which direction the Quaffle was thrown from, he could catch it in the first place, and then fly it to the goal post and score a goal.

And the way he scored a goal was different every time, sometimes he used a fake move, and sometimes he just relied on the speed of the broom to send the ball directly in.

Gradually, Harris also began to swing.

He sat on the broom and looked at Kyle with burning eyes.

This is a talented chaser!

Last year's Cedric... this year's Kyle...

Harris's mouth began to rise uncontrollably, and he finally understood why Wood laughed so exaggeratedly before.

No one could help it.