Chapter 164 The Damn Sorting Hat
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 164 The Damn Sorting Hat
The 10 minutes came quickly, and when the whistle sounded, Kyle raised his arms high and stuck the Quaffle in his hand at the last second.
But because the distance was too far, the ball was finally intercepted by Harris, successfully breaking his "zero" record.
At this time, beside the court, the number on the scoreboard was fixed at 210 points, which represented that Kyle had scored 10 goals in 21 minutes.
In the case of needing to cross the entire court to catch the ball, he can still score two goals in one minute. This result can be said to be very scary.
The three Quaffle throws in turn were almost not enough. In the end, Professor McGonagall, who was watching from the sidelines, used the Transfiguration Charm to support two of them, and it barely lasted until the end.
"Merlin's beard, I don't want to be a goalkeeper anymore!"
Harris, who returned to the ground, heaved a sigh of relief. In the past 10 minutes, he really experienced pain and happiness.
Happiness is because Hufflepuff has a talented Chaser, and if nothing else, that second-year student named Kyle will definitely be the key to their victory in the Quidditch Cup.
Harris himself is one of the best Chasers at Hogwarts, and he gets more than half of Hufflepuff's points in each match.
But here lies the problem. The strength of the other two Chasers is far behind him. The three of them simply cannot cooperate well. Almost every goal is scored by him alone.
This is undoubtedly a considerable test for his physical strength, which is why it is said that Hufflepuff is not good at protracted battles.
Another point is that if he is heavily marked by opposing players, or if he is injured, Hufflepuff will immediately be at a disadvantage.
Fortunately, there was a talented Seeker Cedric last year. With him looking for the Golden Snitch, it was difficult for other academies to delay the game for too long.
Coupled with this year's Kyle, Hufflepuff's biggest shortcoming has been filled in one fell swoop.
Harris seemed to have seen the Quidditch trophy beckoning to him, how could he be unhappy.
As for the pain...it's also very simple.
Anyone who has been played like a fool for 10 minutes feels that way.
"Captain, it's a good thing you didn't sign up to be the goalkeeper." A team member joked, "Otherwise we might never win the Quidditch Cup."
"Shut up, Philo!" Harris glared at him. "I feel that your skills have slipped a bit recently. Come here for special training at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Eight o'clock!"
Fei Luo couldn't laugh anymore, and said with a bitter face, "Special training is fine, but can ten o'clock be okay... No, nine o'clock, nine o'clock is fine too!"
Hufflepuff students are not as curly as Ravenclaw's top students, and they don't have the energy of Gryffindor. They basically sleep until they wake up naturally on weekends.
Eight o'clock is a bit too difficult for him.
"No!" Harris snorted coldly: "Remember, come here at eight o'clock in the morning, and practice an extra hour one minute later."
After speaking, Harris went straight to the court.
Although Kyle's performance is perfect, the process still has to go on.
He looked at the remaining two and asked, "Who will come next?"
The two fifth-grade students looked at each other and shook their heads very freely.
One of them spread his hands and said, "No, I abstain."
Although Harris was suspected of being bad at the end, even if Kyle's score was reduced by half, he would not be able to complete it.
So no need to waste any more time.
Another person thought the same.
"I also abstain... And don't pretend, you can laugh if you want." After speaking, he himself laughed first.
Hufflepuff had another genius, so he was naturally very happy.
"Ahem...the professors are all watching, be serious." Harris reprimanded him with a pretentious face.
It's okay to be happy, but you have to wait until the common room to talk about it. Now that there are so many professors around, it's not okay to be too proud.
Easy to be worn with small shoes.
Harris suppressed the excitement in his heart and tried to put on a serious look.
"Since you all decide to abstain, then..."
He walked up to Kyle and held out his hand, "Congratulations Kyle, you will be the team's chaser from now on."
"My pleasure, Captain." Kyle reached out and shook his hand.
Professor Sprout watched them from the stands, grinning like a biting kale in full bloom.
But Professor McGonagall next to her was different.
Professor McGonagall was pinching the "Advanced Guide to Transfiguration" in his hand, his body was still shaking.
It hurts, it hurts too much!
Why isn't such a Quidditch genius in Gryffindor!
Professor McGonagall is sure that with Kyle and Harry Potter, Gryffindor can be invincible.
But alas, he's a Hufflepuff.
damn the sorting hat...
"Ah!"
On the eighth floor, in the principal's office, the Sorting Hat who was composing a new song suddenly sneezed.
"That's weird." Dumbledore glanced at it curiously, "Do you catch a cold too?"
"I don't know, but it shouldn't be. After all, I'm just a hat."
The Sorting Hat tried to rub its head with the brim, but it couldn't reach it, so it could only wipe its mouth.
"Albus, I think someone must have thought badly about me."
"I still prefer to believe that you have a cold."
Dumbledore said with a smile: "As far as I know, there is no student who hates the college he is in. If this is the case, how can they think badly about you?"
"That's right..." The Sorting Hat nodded in agreement, its decisions were never wrong.
"Do I really have a cold?"
The sorting hat is caught in self-doubt, but it's just a hat, and Godric Gryffindor didn't seem to add this setting when he created it!
"Though I don't know if the pick-me-up will work for you... but want to try it?"
Dumbledore came to the Sorting Hat, grabbed it in the air, and instantly had a small bottle in his hand.
"This is the most effective cold medicine ever."
"Then let's try it." The Sorting Hat thought for a while, and opened its mouth, "By the way, your magic has improved a lot, Albus."
"It's just some tricks." Dumbledore calmly poured the refreshing potion in his hand into the mouth of the Sorting Hat...or the brim of the hat.
Because it can't eat, it must be taken internally and can only be applied externally.
The potion got into the Sorting Hat a little bit, leaving a large dark brown mark, which made it look even dirtier.
But the two people present didn't care about it.
"How do you feel?" Dumbledore asked.
"I think... it should be much better." The Sorting Hat squeezed the brim of the hat, "At least I don't sneeze now."
The 10 minutes came quickly, and when the whistle sounded, Kyle raised his arms high and stuck the Quaffle in his hand at the last second.
But because the distance was too far, the ball was finally intercepted by Harris, successfully breaking his "zero" record.
At this time, beside the court, the number on the scoreboard was fixed at 210 points, which represented that Kyle had scored 10 goals in 21 minutes.
In the case of needing to cross the entire court to catch the ball, he can still score two goals in one minute. This result can be said to be very scary.
The three Quaffle throws in turn were almost not enough. In the end, Professor McGonagall, who was watching from the sidelines, used the Transfiguration Charm to support two of them, and it barely lasted until the end.
"Merlin's beard, I don't want to be a goalkeeper anymore!"
Harris, who returned to the ground, heaved a sigh of relief. In the past 10 minutes, he really experienced pain and happiness.
Happiness is because Hufflepuff has a talented Chaser, and if nothing else, that second-year student named Kyle will definitely be the key to their victory in the Quidditch Cup.
Harris himself is one of the best Chasers at Hogwarts, and he gets more than half of Hufflepuff's points in each match.
But here lies the problem. The strength of the other two Chasers is far behind him. The three of them simply cannot cooperate well. Almost every goal is scored by him alone.
This is undoubtedly a considerable test for his physical strength, which is why it is said that Hufflepuff is not good at protracted battles.
Another point is that if he is heavily marked by opposing players, or if he is injured, Hufflepuff will immediately be at a disadvantage.
Fortunately, there was a talented Seeker Cedric last year. With him looking for the Golden Snitch, it was difficult for other academies to delay the game for too long.
Coupled with this year's Kyle, Hufflepuff's biggest shortcoming has been filled in one fell swoop.
Harris seemed to have seen the Quidditch trophy beckoning to him, how could he be unhappy.
As for the pain...it's also very simple.
Anyone who has been played like a fool for 10 minutes feels that way.
"Captain, it's a good thing you didn't sign up to be the goalkeeper." A team member joked, "Otherwise we might never win the Quidditch Cup."
"Shut up, Philo!" Harris glared at him. "I feel that your skills have slipped a bit recently. Come here for special training at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Eight o'clock!"
Fei Luo couldn't laugh anymore, and said with a bitter face, "Special training is fine, but can ten o'clock be okay... No, nine o'clock, nine o'clock is fine too!"
Hufflepuff students are not as curly as Ravenclaw's top students, and they don't have the energy of Gryffindor. They basically sleep until they wake up naturally on weekends.
Eight o'clock is a bit too difficult for him.
"No!" Harris snorted coldly: "Remember, come here at eight o'clock in the morning, and practice an extra hour one minute later."
After speaking, Harris went straight to the court.
Although Kyle's performance is perfect, the process still has to go on.
He looked at the remaining two and asked, "Who will come next?"
The two fifth-grade students looked at each other and shook their heads very freely.
One of them spread his hands and said, "No, I abstain."
Although Harris was suspected of being bad at the end, even if Kyle's score was reduced by half, he would not be able to complete it.
So no need to waste any more time.
Another person thought the same.
"I also abstain... And don't pretend, you can laugh if you want." After speaking, he himself laughed first.
Hufflepuff had another genius, so he was naturally very happy.
"Ahem...the professors are all watching, be serious." Harris reprimanded him with a pretentious face.
It's okay to be happy, but you have to wait until the common room to talk about it. Now that there are so many professors around, it's not okay to be too proud.
Easy to be worn with small shoes.
Harris suppressed the excitement in his heart and tried to put on a serious look.
"Since you all decide to abstain, then..."
He walked up to Kyle and held out his hand, "Congratulations Kyle, you will be the team's chaser from now on."
"My pleasure, Captain." Kyle reached out and shook his hand.
Professor Sprout watched them from the stands, grinning like a biting kale in full bloom.
But Professor McGonagall next to her was different.
Professor McGonagall was pinching the "Advanced Guide to Transfiguration" in his hand, his body was still shaking.
It hurts, it hurts too much!
Why isn't such a Quidditch genius in Gryffindor!
Professor McGonagall is sure that with Kyle and Harry Potter, Gryffindor can be invincible.
But alas, he's a Hufflepuff.
damn the sorting hat...
"Ah!"
On the eighth floor, in the principal's office, the Sorting Hat who was composing a new song suddenly sneezed.
"That's weird." Dumbledore glanced at it curiously, "Do you catch a cold too?"
"I don't know, but it shouldn't be. After all, I'm just a hat."
The Sorting Hat tried to rub its head with the brim, but it couldn't reach it, so it could only wipe its mouth.
"Albus, I think someone must have thought badly about me."
"I still prefer to believe that you have a cold."
Dumbledore said with a smile: "As far as I know, there is no student who hates the college he is in. If this is the case, how can they think badly about you?"
"That's right..." The Sorting Hat nodded in agreement, its decisions were never wrong.
"Do I really have a cold?"
The sorting hat is caught in self-doubt, but it's just a hat, and Godric Gryffindor didn't seem to add this setting when he created it!
"Though I don't know if the pick-me-up will work for you... but want to try it?"
Dumbledore came to the Sorting Hat, grabbed it in the air, and instantly had a small bottle in his hand.
"This is the most effective cold medicine ever."
"Then let's try it." The Sorting Hat thought for a while, and opened its mouth, "By the way, your magic has improved a lot, Albus."
"It's just some tricks." Dumbledore calmly poured the refreshing potion in his hand into the mouth of the Sorting Hat...or the brim of the hat.
Because it can't eat, it must be taken internally and can only be applied externally.
The potion got into the Sorting Hat a little bit, leaving a large dark brown mark, which made it look even dirtier.
But the two people present didn't care about it.
"How do you feel?" Dumbledore asked.
"I think... it should be much better." The Sorting Hat squeezed the brim of the hat, "At least I don't sneeze now."
