Harry Potter: The Dragon Lord Arrives at Hogwarts

Dudley fell into deep thought!

Wood, on the other hand, carefully explained the details of Quidditch....

Although Wood told it with great care!

But Ron listened absentmindedly...

From time to time, he looked behind Dudley...

Intuition told Ron that he was about to fight.

Dudley.... You have to keep your promises....

My Weasley name depends on you....

But you promised me that you would help me solve the trouble in front of me...

"Okay, Ron, I see that you don't have much mind to explain, so you repeat the main points I just told you!"

Wood looked at Ron and spoke.

Ron subconsciously replied:

"Senior Wood, you mean..... Only..... Just dodge your Bludger attacks, right...

So that I can succeed in the role of batter...,"

Wood nodded,

"Yes! That's it Ron, dodging is the batter's advantage, reflexes and magic....

Okay...

It is useless to talk too much, everything depends on your own actual combat.

I hope you can successfully pass this test.....,"

Wood said and picked up a magic broom from behind and put it in front of Ron:

"Come on! Ron!

Let's practice! "

Gooo

A sound.

Ron swallowed a mouthful of spit:

"Wait... Wait a minute!

Can you explain...

What happens if I get hit by Bludger? "

Erm..... Okay, Ron, don't worry about us...

..."Without waiting for Wood to finish speaking, one of the Gryffindor players stepped forward, he picked up the bat on the ground, then threw the Bludger and hit it forward hard.

"Bang!"

The sound of breaking the air echoed.

The Bludger catapulted to start, and the tree trunk not far away snapped in response.

It all happened in the blink of an eye!

"Don't worry... Brat!!

The worst result is just a 'fracture'..." The

Quidditch wizard senior looked cold.

"Gooo

Ron swallowed again.

The slightly chubby Gryffindor senior in front of him gestured to his shoulder...

His body is thick and strong....

The shoulders are curved and bulged muscles the size of a fist.

"This..."

Ron looked down at the wrist-thick arm under his wizarding robe, a little overwhelmed.

The disparity in strength between himself and the other party is too great....

Ron even suspected that with the strength alone, the opponent would have to pass out with a punch.

Seeing this, Wood subconsciously frowned, and he looked at his own Quidditch player and said in a deep voice:

"Bill!!

You speak carefully, Ron is just a 'newcomer' who uses this tone for the first time he encounters Quidditch, aren't you going to unite your teammates?

The slightly chubby Gryffindor senior shook his head:

"Captain Wood, you are not right, although I look burly and powerful, and even show signs of bullying new students."

But!

I think it's all for their own good!

He needs to go through this anyway...,"

Wood mused, not retorting.

The slightly chubby Gryffindor wizard senior weighed the stick in his hand and swung it with a violent howling wind.

The wooden stick swayed and pointed at Ron's somewhat pale cheeks.

"Stinky boy, you keep blocking Quidditch training matches over and over again!

I can leave it alone with you.

But you have to be clear!!

Your future opponents are the Slytherins with the name 'Viper'.

Throughout our many Quidditch Wizard duels, countless wizards have been seriously injured in this match.

Fracture! Broken hands and feet!

Even flesh and skin abrasions!!

It's all light!

Severe shoulder blades, cervical vertebrae, or even the head can be accidentally attacked.

Your opponents won't 'pity' you, and the Slytherin wizards will smash your chest with Bludgers and Ghost Flying Balls in the arena.

It makes you feel painful!

Interrupt your magic broom.

Lets you fall straight down from hundreds of meters in the air.

And you have to be clear that external forces are not allowed to interfere in the process of the game.

It's all up to your teammates and yourself!

Ron was frightened by Bill's serious face and was a little speechless.

After a while, he forced out a small voice:

"I.... I.... I don't think I'll trouble you!

Bill heard him look at Ron in front of him in amazement, and then laughed a little silently.

"

HuhHuh!! "

Laughter mixed with contempt.

"Enough! Bill, you converge point, he's Professor McGonagall..." Wood

stepped forward to take the Quidditch bat from his teammate's hand.

How could he be so excessive.

Bill pushed Wood away with a stretch of his hands:

"Captain! I think you should know that what I said is correct.

And what I'm saying is also true.

Although Professor McGonagall is the dean, she cannot decide where a team will stay.

Because in a Quidditch match, the strength of every teammate is a security guarantee!

How Wood?

Do you think of the real game, in order to protect the 'rookie' in front of you, you are hit in the head by a Bludger from a height of 100 meters and fall?

Yes or no!!!

Bill's voice was loud, and Wood's face was gloomy, of course he knew the problem!

But things can't...

"Enough Wood, you get out of the way!

If you are afraid, Weasley, quickly admit it, apply yourself and get out of the way!

You are not welcome here! "

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