Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 147 The Disaster on the Quidditch Field
Just as Harry was yawning, washing his face and brushing his teeth, the impatient Wood had already slipped away. Although there was still no need to formulate any complicated tactics this year, or even the next year, the year after year, but the pure and refreshing Que Quidditch or Quidditch.

Wood thought hard during the holidays and designed as many as five sets of ultra-violent offensive lines. There is no need to play.

After rinsing his head with cold water and wiping his face to wipe off the water stains, Harry, who finally cheered up, changed into his team uniform, then took out his light wheel from the space bag and walked towards the door go.

Although it is more convenient to put it in a plug bag, Harry prefers to hold his broom tightly. After all, he hardly touched the broom during the time at the Burrow. Subtle feeling.

But just as Harry pushed away the portraits and was about to leave the common room, a burst of hurried 'pat-pat-pat' footsteps approached him quickly.

Colin Creevey, who was holding the camera in his hand, came down the stairs in a hurry. In an instant, Harry, whose head grew twice as big, covered his face speechlessly.

He has reason to suspect that this little fan who always likes to follow him and behind him, who is like a tailgating idiot, has actually been lying in ambush on the stairs just now. photographed.

"Harry! I just heard someone calling you to get up, so I got up too." Colin trotted and stood behind Harry, then pulled out a stack of photos from his robe, "Look what I brought !The photo was developed! I never thought I could animate a photo! I want you to see it."

Frozen Harry turned his head with some difficulty, and he saw the photo Colin was waving in his hand.

A black-and-white moving Lockhart pulled his arm vigorously while maintaining a smile, but he had already run out of the white border of the photo frame and refused to do so. A feeling of extreme shame emerged spontaneously, Harry Twitching in pain, in an instant, he didn't even have the desire to have breakfast.

But the only good news is that he saw another photo, which was the first photo taken by Colin at that time, and it was a photo of Ginny and himself.

"OK, thanks."

"Can you give me these two?"

Harry asked Colin, pointing to the two photos of himself and Lockhart and himself and Ginny.

"Yes, yes! I am very willing." Colin quickly handed the two photos to Harry, "But can you sign the other photos? Just one."

"."

"I don't want to be like Lockhart."

After Harry took the photo, he sighed and said, "I'm not a famous celebrity, at least I haven't done anything worthy of admiration."

"But every book has your name written on it, and you eliminated the mysterious man."

"Colin, that's what my parents paid for with their lives, they were great, not me."

Harry patted Colin on the shoulder. Although he couldn't stand this clingy little fan, Colin didn't have any malice towards him, and Harry felt that he couldn't speak ill of him.

"But no matter what, thank you." Harry waved the photo with Ginny, and then put the photo in his pocket. As for the photo of Lockhart, he had already rubbed it to pieces. Broken, just waiting to find a place to burn it with the flame curse.

"Well, I understand." Colin looked a little disappointed, but then immediately cheered up: "If you make a career in the future, can you sign it for me? Just sign it in our group photo superior?"

"I think you're going to be a great man! I believe it!"

"If I can do it, then I can, and I won't refuse you."

Harry felt relieved for quite a while and went out with the broom, but unlike what he expected, Colin still followed, which made him continue to sigh dumbfounded.

"You took the broom! Are you going to play Quidditch, Harry?"

"I've never watched Quidditch! I heard you're the youngest Seeker in 100 years. You've been on the school team since your first grade! That's amazing!"

With a series of exclamations, Colin followed Harry step by step, like a particularly talkative shadow, even in Harry's heart, Lockhart's fans were not so crazy
"I don't know much about Quidditch. Do you want to fly around in the sky and have four balls?"

In such a persistent and life-threatening series of questions, Harry could only rush to the stadium with a sad face. He hurriedly picked up a stack of bread slices as he passed the restaurant, filling his stomach while walking.

After finally leaving the castle, he walked to the dewy grass. When he was still some distance away from the Quidditch pitch, Harry saw many figures flying crookedly in the sky.

No one can refuse a brand new Nimbus 2001. The charm of this broom even made many little wizards temporarily put down their cards. They lined up to apply for the broom at Wood's, even though it was very early at the moment, but the Quidditch The Odd Field is already full of little wizards who have signed up for the team for a round.

But fortunately, when borrowing the broom before, Wood has successively screened out those candidates who have no flying talent. Although the Nimbus 2001 is fast and stable, it can already become a competition-level broom It's not that easy to manage.

Anyway, Hogwarts has a hidden setting that you can’t die if you fall off a broomstick. When the broom is rich, Wood doesn’t mind letting other students borrow it to ride it, but he can’t fly out of the Quidditch pitch.

But as soon as he entered the range of the court, Harry saw someone arguing loudly with Wood.

".I reject!"

Wood, who was holding the broom, waved his hand angrily, "I admit that you are very good at bragging, Cormac McLaggen."

"But this is the selection field for the academy team. I have no reason to let you jump in until your strength is as high as your bragging skills."

"Stand back now, we will come one by one according to the list."

"And I don't want to see you ride your broom into the dragon cesspool again. This is not Comet 260, nor is it sweeping Seven Stars. This is the latest Nimbus."

"But it's a waste of time!"

"There is no need to follow the list! No matter what position, whether it is a seeker, a chaser, a batter or a goalkeeper! As long as I want to go to any position, I am the best!"

"That accident was just an accident! If it weren't for those broken brooms, how could I have been hit by a Bludger, which doesn't work at all in the sky!"

"Instead of letting these uncoordinated idiots fly around in the sky, why don't you give me the position as soon as possible, isn't it just a chaser? I'm sure!"

This remark drew glaring looks from a large group of people, but the confident McLaggen didn't care at all, a group of ordinary people.

"No one knows Quidditch better than me, no one knows how to fly better than me, without me the Gryffindor team is just a puddle of mud."

McLaggen, who opened up the map cannon, seemed to have found what he once told people - the heroism of hitting a rocket, carrying a satellite into orbit, and taking a one-day trip to the moon by the way.

As soon as these words came out, the students who were still glaring at him immediately lost their anger. After all, normal people don't have the same knowledge as fools.

"It's a good thing Ron had to be late, or the guy's going to be soaking the manure again."

Harry, who stepped forward, shrugged at Wood, and the two shook their heads in unison, and then Harry said to Hermione, who was quietly sitting aside and studying a second-order Rubik's Cube: "I didn't expect, Hermione, you would come so early. court."

"Today's trials, so I came to take a look. I came with Ginny. She also wants to see if she can enter the school team in the first grade."

Hermione put the little Rubik's Cube back in her pocket, and then pointed to the crowd beside her. Ginny, who had long bright red hair, was particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

"Good morning, I mean, you can definitely do it, come on!"

Suddenly slightly flustered, Harry waved at Ginny. He had no idea what he had just said just now. He just hoped he didn't mess it up.

Seeing Harry's embarrassment, Ginny, who had gradually let go, smiled happily, and then nodded seriously.

But before Harry could respond, a louder quarrel sounded beside him. It seemed that Wood and the thorny McLaggen could not reach an agreement. The witch who was about to take a test flight snatched her broom in one go.

"It's useless to tell you this! Wood!"

"Let you see my true strength!"

McLaggen kicked hard, and then quickly lifted into the air. Although this guy likes to brag and has a bad mouth, he still has his own strength.

Compared with those little wizards who flew carefully, McLaggen's takeoff was pretty good, but it wasn't particularly good, at least not as smooth and light as Harry's first time touching the broom.

"You bastard!"

"Get me down!"

Wood, who was yelling, rushed up on his broom in an instant, and McLaggen, who was proudly pointing at the little wizards flying lower and slower than him in the sky, suddenly panicked.

Wood was still holding a bat in his hand, and Wood, who was furious, planned to knock him out of the sky with a stick!

Anyway, I can't fall to my death!

But before Wood approached with the stick, McLaggen, who was frightened, immediately pulled the speed to the highest. The performance of Nimbus 2001 allowed it to accelerate to one hundred miles per hour in a very short time. The limit speed could Reaching 220 miles per hour, this speed is impossible for ordinary little wizards to control except for a few excellent Chasers and Ron.

Panicked, McLaggen didn't dare to look back at all. He accelerated with all his strength. After reaching a speed of 150 miles per hour, he gradually calmed down. After reaching a speed of [-] miles per hour, a smile bloomed on his face. , but at a speed of two hundred miles per hour approaching the limit
McLaggen, who had never experienced this kind of speed at all, started to panic again!
The speed of 89.4 meters per second made the whistling wind the only sound at the moment. Without bending down, his hand slipped, and his sweaty hand couldn't hold the broom handle at once. If he hadn't clamped his buttocks and legs, he would definitely fall straight out of the sky.

After falling out of control at high altitude, he has no experience in dealing with such things at all, he can only clamp his legs, his upper body has begun to lean back, and he can't grab the broom handle with his hands indiscriminately, and it's like a roller coaster in the sky The reckless rampage also shook his brain to a pulp.

The light wheel, which was gradually stalling, spun into the Quidditch field again, and then, amidst the crowd of dozens of people watching, McLaggen, who had crashed into the stands, was ruthlessly bounced away. The buffer spell saved his life from breaking his neck, but the light wheel that was thrown away by him did not have such luck.

Being thrown from a height of hundreds of feet, the Nimbus 2001 accelerated with the last kinetic energy and slammed into the iron-cast goal, and broke into two pieces unexpectedly.

Wood stared blankly at the scene of the falling broom, he dropped the batting stick in his hand at once, landed in front of the wreckage of the broom and picked it up in disbelief.

"Crack~"

A screaming figure fell from the sky, and no one tried to catch the idiot, but after a buffer, McLaggen seemed to be fine.

"My hand! My hand is broken!"

"It's all your fault! Oliver Wood!"

"It's all to blame."

"I'm FXXX! I'm XXXXFxckU!"

Wood, who was punched and kicked when he went up, planned to beat this shit to death directly on the spot.

A series of greetings beginning with F, B, and S slammed across the face, and McLaggen, who was clearly yelling that his hand was broken, was still able to break through Wood's block after being beaten hard by Wood, and headed towards Quidditch like a wild boar. Run to the exit of Odd Field.

"Don't stop me! I'm going to kill him! Kill this bastard!"

Wood, who was held tightly, had red eyes. He kicked his feet and tried to give him a flying kick.

"You're dead on Wood! You're murdering! You just wait to be fired!" McLaggen turned his head and cursed at Wood while running away, "I"

"Ow!!!!"

Suddenly bumped into someone's arms, and McLaggen, who was so painful that tears came out, let out a miserable howl. His hand was indeed broken. After such an impact, his tears and nose flowed down.

"Which is not long-sighted miscellaneous"

Before he finished cursing, the guy who was hit by him staggered back and bumped into the person behind him immediately lifted his foot and kicked McLaggen's severed arm, almost causing the fainting McLaggen to roll over. He rolled to the side, then gritted his teeth, and ran away in an instant without daring to say a word.

At least in terms of fighting ability, his talent is not inferior to his own bragging talent.

(End of this chapter)