A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The shadow of the last defeat has been hanging over captain Cedric. He was questioned by his teammates and criticized by many classmates. In desperation, he could only temporarily give up the position of Seeker and handed over the important task to Harry Potter.

Correspondingly, Gryffindor's goalkeeper Wood also temporarily assumed the responsibility of captain. He needs to plan well during the game, actively organize the offense, and win the first victory for Hogwarts.

In fact, the position of captain of the Hogwarts school team is strange. Either a Seeker wandering the edges, or a Keeper guarding the circle.

The real heart of the seven's attack lies in the chasers and batsmen. Especially after the changes in the secondary league rules, their position is more important and critical.

The captain should be the core figure among the three chasers. He can organize five people to carry out passing offense, steal defense, etc.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Hooch has been unable to discover a Chaser with such leadership qualities.

Slytherin's Marcus is good, but his teammates in other houses criticize him quite a bit. As for Draco Malfoy, since his relationship with Gryffindor has always been tense, it is difficult to gain their approval.

At Hogwarts, it is not easy to find a Quidditch leader who is both authoritative, skilled and intelligent.

The time difference between Uganda and Hogwarts is only three hours, so it's almost negligible. Although this is the home of Hogwarts, there are also descendants of African-American wizards at the school. In this vast white world, seeing the familiar mangosteen always makes people feel familiar.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall stood outside the fireplace and warmly welcomed the guests from Uganda. The Ouagadu players who walked out of the fireplace looked at Hogwarts curiously, and the students outside the window also looked at them curiously.

Looking at it, you can see that they are all black and have different styles. Dreadlocks, curly hair, fat robes, and a wizard's magic robe wrapped underneath, he looked nondescript.

However, in this unique scene, there is something eye-catching.

A land tank over six feet tall, wearing a kilt and playing bagpipes. The melody coming from the bagpipe is Amazing Grace.

Rogge really couldn't imagine that the Muggles in Uganda had been independent from the Commonwealth for more than 30 years. Ouagadu is also a thousand-year magic school. What kind of performance art is the wizard in front of you doing? Wearing a kilt and playing bagpipes, what a fine thing?

Babajide, the principal of Ouagadu, introduced to everyone: "Albus, this is our third-year batsman Makerere Amin."

When he heard this person's name, Rogge almost dropped his jaw. Because his name is very similar to the former ruler of Uganda, the East African Ogre King: Amin. Coupled with his huge figure, it can be said that A Ming Ben understands.

"A third grade... child?" Professor McGonagall raised her head, her eyes focused on the tall figure standing in front of her through the frames of her glasses.

She could feel a sense of oppression coming from the incredible height of a third grader.

Even the erudite Principal Dumbledore couldn't help but doubt his own eyes, and even more doubt his ears. He found it hard to believe that a third year pureblood human could be over six feet tall.

It would be understandable if the other party had the blood of a giant, like Hagrid. He carefully looked at Amin in front of him again, and could feel that human blood was flowing in his body.

He looked at Babajide and asked, "This wizard...how old is he?"

"13 years old." Babajid's answer was simple and direct.

"What!" There was an exclamation immediately outside the window. Obviously, no one believed what Principal Lu Dantou said.

It's unbelievable that a 13-year-old could have such a huge height and build.

Rogge couldn't help but complain: "This damn 13-year-old?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard additional information from Babajide: "Amin, she is a witch."

Rogge's eyes widened and he looked at Amin in disbelief. His mouth opened involuntarily, but he didn't know what to say.

People inside and outside the house were shocked by the news, and the air fell into an eerie silence for a while.

Everyone looked at A Ming, their eyes full of surprise and doubt. For them, the news was too shocking.

"Witch...witch..."

Rogge held his chin and slowly closed it, fearing that he might dislocate his chin accidentally.

He is over 190cm tall and as strong as a strong man. He looks like a steamroller when he stands in front of him. However, she is a witch named Amin...

Although wizards use magic to duel, wands cannot be used in Quidditch, and all batters must rely on their own strength to hit the Bludgers.

Therefore, batters are generally big men with lots of muscles, and the Weasley Twins are special players who follow the skill stream.

The Amin in front of him turned out to be the batsman of the Ouagadu team. The Bludgers she hit were not balls at all, but cannonballs.

Fortunately, Mrs. Hooch didn't let the Weasley twins start, otherwise they wouldn't be able to catch the opponent's Bludgers.

However, Bol and Montague looked at their little arms and legs. Their thighs were as thick as other people's forearms. If the Bludger hits them, the consequences will be disastrous.

Others couldn't help but worry about the team members, secretly cursing A Ming for being a freak. Everyone secretly prayed that she would be a big, inflexible person.

Babajide saw their surprise and explained with a smile: "Growing up in Moon Mountain, she was as tall as her mother when she was three years old, and as tall as me when she was five years old."

"Thirteen, that's it."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, inviting them to the Great Hall to rest for a while. And arranged for Percy to take the Ouagadu players to visit the school and become familiar with the Quidditch pitch.

"Rogg, is that a human?" Malfoy held the broom and looked at Rogge with lingering fear.

"I just followed up secretly, and the guy's fists were clenched..." He gestured as he spoke, holding Gower's head in both hands: "It's so big!"

"If the Bludger was hit by him, I'd be worried it would be shattered."

Even though the midday sun was warming him up, Malfoy still felt a chill coming over him. More importantly, as a chaser, he will face the attack of the batsman.

"If I get hit by the Bludger played by that witch named Amin..." He said nervously, "Roger, will I be killed?"

"Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey has superb medical skills and will definitely be able to save you. Unless you're under the Unforgivable Curse, it's not that easy to die," Rogge comforted.

"It doesn't sound very comforting..." Malfoy muttered in a low voice, looking at the students in Wagadu in the distance. Only Hagrid could overwhelm that tall witch.

"Aren't you usually afraid of Hagrid? Do you often make fun of him?" Rogge asked curiously.

"Well, that's because I know Hagrid is a fool." Malfoy explained, "He is a half-giant, and he doesn't dare to do anything to me. The most he can do is complain to the principal. How dare he use magic on me?"

"The hippogriff he raised is about to be executed." Malfoy licked his lower lip and suddenly suggested: "How about we get the hippogriff's meat and eat it in the hot pot?"

"Uh..." Rogge looked at Malfoy in confusion, why did this guy have such a strange hobby. Could it be that last year's basilisk hot pot awakened some extraordinary talent in him?

While Rogge was thinking seriously, the students of Ouagadu heard that Professor McGonagall was a transfiguration professor or an Animagus. One by one, they began to transform into elephants, cheetahs, giraffes, etc.