This Hogwarts isn't normal.

When it was almost 10 o'clock, all the students from Gryffindor Academy who came to participate in the trials arrived.

The school team was short of two positions this year, namely the Chaser and the Seeker.

Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell, who had become Chasers, were comforting their good friend and substitute for the team, Alia Spinnet.

"I've been preparing for a whole year..."

Alia didn't seem to be too sad.

Angelina and Katie were both very dissatisfied with the sudden appearance of a competitor at first.

But Fred and George, the Beaters, told them who that person was.

"With Vincent here, we will definitely win the championship this year."

The three girls all looked at the boy who was doing warm-up exercises off the court.

"I always thought they were sweaty and smelly.

Now..."

"Oh my God, he's only eleven years old!"

"It doesn't matter, I can wait."

"Shameless!"

Angelina and Katie both felt that Alia, who had withdrawn voluntarily, was hopeless.

"Wow, look at his broom!"

The three people squinted their eyes and saw the red and gold broom that had never appeared in magazines.

"It's not simple..." Angelina, who loved Quidditch since childhood, seemed to see something.

There is no streamlined appearance, only a very tough angular design.

The wide and irregular shape of the branches makes the whole broom look like a lion's tail.

Vincent, who was riding on the broom, nodded to Wood beside the middle iron ball gate.

He held the bright red Quaffle with a diameter of twelve inches in his arms and began to speed up little by little.

It took less than ten seconds from zero to 100 miles per hour.

This explosive power that shocked the audience was only two-thirds of the limit.

After Vincent went around the court twice, he was basically familiar with the performance of the rogue rabbit.

The trembling of high-speed braking disappeared, and the reaction time was slightly faster.

It must be said that as the chief designer, Qiao Sen really has two brushes for the slight improvement of the interior.

"Oh, Merlin!

He stopped suddenly in the air!"

Wood covered his mouth with his hands after flying three goals away.

Vincent, who was at the edge of the court, did not wait to completely stop, and turned sideways.

The Quaffle in his hand had been thrown out in the process.

A slightly curved parabola connected from the edge of the court to the goal in the middle at a very fast speed.

"Using the inertia of the sudden brake to change the route, and it is still such a long distance..."

Wood looked back at the Quaffle that passed through the goal and was still flying out of the court.

It was tilted and tilted, and the arc was not as big as at the beginning.

Alia, Angelina and Katie all opened their mouths.

This arm strength is probably not much different from the former captain Charlie.

"Is he really a first-year wizard?"

"Although I believe it, it's too incredible."

"I decided to take his fighting class."

Under the excited eyes of the three girls, Vincent scored another goal with an irregular flight.

"Minerva, he's so talented!" Johnson stood up excitedly.

He adjusted the telescope to the maximum magnification and could clearly see every subtle movement.

"There is no extra swing at all. This control is not like a new broomstick..."

The corners of Mag's mouth next to him rose slightly.

"Jonson, you made a really good deal."

"You have a good eye, Minerva."

Harry in the stands was very nervous.

The better Vincent performed, the heavier he felt.

The responsibility of the chaser is to score points, and the responsibility of the seeker is to end the game.

If the opponent catches the Golden Snitch worth 150 points at the beginning of the game...

Harry's mind was getting more and more confused, staring blankly at the figure who was still throwing various difficult balls.

He was very unconfident.

"Hey, Harry——"

He raised his head and found that it was Vincent flying over.

"Come on, we will win every game."

Vincent raised his right hand, "Quidditch is a team sport. You believe I can score, and I believe you can catch the Golden Snitch."

At this moment, Harry recalled all his childhood experiences.

He had a bad life, very bad.

But all this was changed here at Hogwarts.

"Come on together!"

The two clapped their hands.

Harry, riding on the brand new Sweep Six Star, looked particularly determined.

He had experienced the hardest days, and he was no longer the little boy living in the cupboard.

After he nodded to Wood, the Golden Snitch quickly jumped into the sky.

It wandered around the entire court and soon disappeared completely.

Harry, standing still in mid-air, glanced back and forth sharply.

A touch of gold passing in the distance made him subconsciously curl the corners of his mouth.

"This kid is pretty good." Johnson put down the telescope, "Minerva, you are going to win the championship for the next seven years."

McGreg smiled at Harry chasing the Golden Snitch, "You know what?

I think my lifelong wish is about to come true."

He looked at the pair of excited little hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

Every student of the Lion Academy knows what the wish of their dean is.

"Great, Harry!"

McGonagall stood up excitedly, only looking at the Golden Snitch in Harry's hand.

Qiao Sen lowered his head and looked at his pocket watch, "It hasn't even been ten minutes yet. Mr. Potter also has great potential."

"Joson, do you have a better broom?"

"You mean the customized model?"

She rolled her emerald eyes vaguely.

"Okay, but the performance is not as good as Mr. Wayne's."

"You know when we're going to start playing."

Qiao Sen gritted his teeth and agreed.

In two months, he built a brand new broomstick from scratch.

It is still a non-mass production model designed for Harry.

The Sweeping Broom Company has just finished working overtime and may have to stay up late again.

But the entire company knows what the future return on this investment will be.

Both of them were in a good mood and set their sights on the grass of the stadium.

All seven team members there were hugging each other.

Wood, the goalkeeper and captain, hugged Harry tightly.

He had no intention of letting go, and Vincent quickly broke away from Fred and George.

"Dude, what's wrong with you?"

"Wood, he—well, you know what I'm going to say."

George smiled evilly, "No, no, no, he's not that simple."

While Vincent's face was full of horror, he said the second half of the sentence.

"Wood has long been married to Quidditch.

As long as you contribute to the team, he will definitely treat you as his own daughter. "

If you look closely, the way Wood hugs Harry is really similar to an old father hugging his daughter.

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