Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Although I don’t know which great god said it, the feel of 60 yards is C, and the feel of 80 yards is D, so what if the speed is pulled to 300 yards?

Whether it's the old rockets or the latest Nimbus 2000 series missiles, after they accelerate to a certain threshold, the Windproof Curse will open a miniature shield that blocks the airflow ahead.

It is naturally not needed at low speeds, but once the speed increases, the oncoming gust of wind is completely ineffective even with goggles on, and even breathing has become an extremely difficult thing at that time.

After pulling up the speed of the Nimbus 2000 to full speed, Harry stretched out his left hand.

"Hiss~"

Harry, whose wrist was almost twisted, stopped trying to die. He slowly slowed down and straightened his body. Chris, who had been side by side with him for a few seconds before, had turned into a small dot. Harry, who was in the sky now, Harry seemed to be able to touch the clouds with his hand, and the howling wind made his robe flutter, as if the wonderful feeling of becoming the king of the sky made Harry a little ecstatic.

"Hi! Captain! Here you come!"

Harry yelled loudly and waved at Chris, but at this moment Chris was not as energetic as before, and it was not unacceptable to be left behind by the Nimbus 2000, after all, the performance of the mount was there, and the Nimbus 2000 The upper limit of the speed limit is half higher than that of Sweeping Nine Stars. This gap cannot be made up by the rider's skills.

What's more, Harry's ability to control the Rockets displayed at this moment is not inferior to Chris, and even better.

"You're absolutely crazy! Crazy, Harry!"

Chris, who was hovering beside Harry, said viciously, his face is slightly pale now, the two of them are at least two kilometers away from the ground, to be honest, in his sixteen years of life, this is the first time he has flown so far. high.

"Flying has always been a dream longed for by human beings. People who explored the sky have tried countless methods. Even if those methods cost them their lives, there are still younger generations who inherit the will of their ancestors and continue to forge ahead."

"Before I came to the magic world, being able to fly into the sky without restraint like this was something I couldn't even imagine, but now I have done it, I just need to ride it, and I can fly into the sky, with the eagle side by side."

"Even if you think I'm crazy!" Harry grabbed Chris's shoulders, and this sudden movement made him grip the handle on the front end of the rocket even more forcefully, "What in the world is better than conquering the sky?" How about something great and exciting?"

"Aren't you afraid of falling?"

Chris swallowed his saliva slightly, he is not afraid of heights, but it is too high from the ground now.

"Fear can be overcome." Harry waved his hand, "Do you know about Muggle skydiving? We took an aircraft to an altitude of several thousand meters, and then jumped with a parachute bag that had a small chance of being unable to open. And then, in that world without magic, people are still willing to give up their lives and jump, so why am I afraid of falling now?"

"Shock reduction and deceleration is a spell written in the third grade textbook, and it is also a spell that wizards must master before installing the cushion on the flying rocket, even if I fall—"

Harry lifted his robes, revealing his wand, "I'm a wizard, I won't die, at least I won't be thrown to my death."

"Perhaps because I come from the Muggle world, I understand better than many people who grew up in the wizarding world just how amazing and powerful magic is!"

"Don't we still have to test?"

Harry let go of Chris' shoulders, and raised his eyebrows at him, "I've read the Quidditch book and tried some of the techniques recorded in it. Chaser is a position I like very much. For this reason, I conceived a trick that was unique to me, 100 percent goal-scoring."

"Really?" A smile appeared on the corner of Chris's mouth with a trace of surprise on his face, "I'm the goalkeeper! After Charlie of Gryffindor left, the best goalkeeper in Hogwarts."

He puffed out his chest proudly.

"After Charlie? The Charlie you're talking about is the Weasley one?"

"You know him?" Chris nodded in surprise, "Yeah, that Charlie from the Weasley family is also the former captain of Gryffindor, he once stopped Slytherin twenty-seven times in the final Throwing the ball, those savage gorillas did everything they could to keep him off the rocket, and after the game we found him with two broken ribs, but he was still in front of the goal."

Speaking of this, Chris showed a touch of admiration on his face, "With this unwavering will, I am convinced by him, even if I don't think I am inferior to him technically, but I can't do what he does." It's too cruel, whether it's for myself or others."

"It's a pity that Gryffindor still failed to win the championship."

Harry waved his hands helplessly.

"Yeah, those lowly gorillas, shame on Quidditch!"

Chris, who made no secret of his distaste for the Slytherin team, spat.

"By the way, Harry, what's the trick you're talking about? To be honest, I'm curious about the trick of scoring 100% goals."

Chris, who changed the subject, is still very concerned about this. Although the Hufflepuffs are very salty on a daily basis, it does not mean that they have no idea about the Quidditch Cup.

"My dynamic vision is very good. I can clearly see the direction of rotation of a tennis ball excited at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour. It is only half the size of my fist. Before coming to Hogwarts, I My athletic versatility, even if I can't become a wizard, I can make a career."

"And this one-hundred-percent-goal trick is."

Harry paused deliberately, "Are there Quaffles in the stadium now?"

"Yes, I put it away a long time ago, so let's go down now?"

"You go down first, Captain, and then stare at the goal on the left. I'm going to throw the ball in from the hole in the middle."

"Here come the Quaffle!"

Taking out the ebony wood and pulling the trigger downward, Harry was also confident in his coming spell.

"Then I'll wait and see."

When climbing, Chris can directly pull up, but when descending, he is more cautious. It is wrong for him not to panic at this height. After all, he used to fly up to 1,000 or 2,000 feet to see the scenery, but now. It is said that it is eight or nine thousand feet high. After staying at an altitude of more than two thousand and nearly three thousand meters for a long time, he feels a little out of breath.

Chris, who was descending in a large circle in a spiral posture, was a little slower than the speed of the Quaffle. After waiting for a while, Harry, who felt that the time was about the same, moved his hands and feet. He put away his wand and clamped it with his arm. Caught the ball, then began to adjust the posture.

With a strong grip, he directly pinched the Quaffle with his right hand, then lowered his body and adjusted his posture. Unlike Chris's spiral descent, he didn't know what buffering and deceleration were, and he began to dive in an instant.

The speed of 300 kilometers per hour of the Nimbus 2000 was completely broken when Harry dived to two-thirds. When Chris looked up, the black spots that kept enlarging in his eyes magnified the shock and disbelief in his heart to the maximum. extreme.

"You don't want to die!!!"

The screams that came out of his mouth seemed to be shattered by the wind. Harry's right hand holding the Quaffle was bruised, and the strong arm strength allowed Harry to resist the oncoming traffic at a speed of nearly 400 kilometers per hour. hurricane!

The fleeting figure threw the bomb with deadly kinetic energy at the moment it passed over the goal. The howling wind directly blew Chris's body sideways, and the Quaffle

After penetrating the goal, it smashed into the soft lawn of the Quidditch pitch abruptly.

A moment later, Harry, who drew an elegant arc, came lightly to Chris, who was already stunned.

"Give them a hundred guts, who would dare to block my ball?"

A mouthful of white teeth gleamed dazzlingly, and the Quaffle stuck in the grass seemed to be groaning feebly, protesting against the extremely rough and violent throwing.

"It's going to be lore."