Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

Did she display any special Quidditch talent?

Seeing Hermione's incredulous expression, Professor McGonagall smiled and said:

"Mr. Porter has top-notch flying and eyesight, making him suitable as a Seeker, while Miss Granger, you are kind on the outside but ruthless on the inside, adept at using your own strengths to find the enemy's weaknesses and hit the nail on the head, making you very suitable as a Beater."

A batter, to put it bluntly, is a bodyguard for his own side, and also a troublemaker for the opposing side.

Hermione's face darkened.

Are you sure you're complimenting me?

However... so this is how my teachers see me.

It seems that we made things too difficult for Slytherin a while ago, and even the professors have taken notice.

"How about it, isn't it a double celebration?"

Professor McGonagall rubbed her hands together happily, seemingly overjoyed at having found two promising talents.

Double happiness?

Wood's face fell, as if the sky had fallen.

Chapter 11 Hermione's Invincible Tactics

"Professor McGonagall, isn't this a bit..."

Wood looked constipated.

As the captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team, it wasn't that he didn't trust Professor McGonagall's judgment; after all, the latter had won a Quidditch medal back in the day.

Even if they are good prospects, they are still just two first-year wizards. They probably only took their first flight lesson. Can they really be competent for these positions?

Gryffindor Quidditch has indeed been weaker in recent years, consistently suppressed by Slytherin, but with only one or two months left before the official tournament, even with great talent, it's unlikely they can outperform the older, more experienced players.

What's worse, two of them came at once.

If there's only one, they can barely manage to carry the team. But if there are two at once, wouldn't they be guaranteed to lose?

Although I never expected to win, I couldn't afford to lose too badly.

But seeing Professor McGonagall lost in her daydreams, Wood ultimately chose to remain silent, giving Hermione and the other a smile: "Welcome to the Quidditch team, juniors."

Harry looked excited.

Hermione shrugged.

After Professor McGonagall left, Wood pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, after class I'll take you outside to explain the rules of Quidditch, and you can experience it for yourselves."

……

sunset.

The students had already dispersed from the meadow.

Hermione and Harry followed Wood to the center of the field, where a box was floating in front of them.

Hermione broke the spell, and the box fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

After class, Wood immediately took the two of them to request the use of the grass field and retrieved the box containing Quidditch.

Seeing Wood panting heavily from exhaustion, Harry quickly stepped forward to help carry it.

Since Hermione was a young girl, the two were very gentlemanly and did not ask her for help.

Halfway there, Hermione couldn't stand it anymore.

“Um… Senior Wood, you know we’re wizards, right?”

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Wood was puzzled.

"So, could we avoid carrying it all by using a spell, like this..."

Hermione raised her wand: "Yugardim, Leviosa."

Harry and Wood suddenly felt their hands become much lighter.

"..."

The two looked at each other, speechless.

"Ahem..." Wood cleared his throat. "Actually, although we are wizards, we don't have to use spells for everything. It's also very necessary to exercise regularly..."

Hermione squinted at him.

“…Okay, I forgot.” Wood pinched his nose.

It's obvious that he doesn't use spells much normally.

“However, Hermione, you were able to lift such a heavy box with the Levitation Charm and move it so far. It’s really not like a newly enrolled wizard,” Wood said in surprise.

Unexpectedly, this Quidditch newcomer met two of the most famous freshmen at the same time.

"The Boy Who Lived" and "The Library Witch".

Upon opening the box, three balls were laid out before me, the middle ball noticeably larger than the two on either side.

“The rules of Quidditch are actually quite easy to understand…” Wood explained patiently.

Through Wood's explanation, Hermione gained a basic understanding.

Quidditch is a ball game played by wizards on flying broomsticks in the sky. The most unique aspect is that it requires the use of three different balls.

Each team consists of seven players, including one goalkeeper, three chasers, two batters, and one seeker.

The chaser is responsible for passing the "Quick Fly," with the goal of passing it over the opponent's hoop, which is equivalent to shooting.

The batter is responsible for protecting his teammates and hitting them towards the opponents amidst the "wandering ball" attack that flies around the field.

The Seeker is responsible for finding and catching the smallest and fastest "Golden Snitch" on the field.

The goalkeeper is easy to understand; everyone knows what that means.

Wood is the goalkeeper for Gryffindor.

As he spoke, Wood took out the largest ball in the middle.

"This is the Quaffle, scoring 10 points for a successful goal."

Then he handed Hermione something that looked like a baseball bat and said, “You’re the batter, so you’re in charge of hitting these two wandering balls.”

The two smaller balls were bouncing restlessly in the box; if they weren't chained up, they would probably have flown away long ago.

Wood untied one of the restraints.

The ball immediately bounced up and flew around wildly in the vicinity.

"Remember, protect our players from the moving balls!"

Seeing Hermione swinging her baseball bat with a loud thud, Wood grinned, turned and ran a dozen meters away, and Harry followed suit.

Judging from Hermione's stance as she swung the bat, it didn't look like she was going to play ball; it looked more like she was going to fight.

As the ball flew closer and closer, Hermione's face flashed with excitement, and she swung her stick.

"Hao-you-gen-"

With a "thud," the ball was instantly knocked away, heading straight for the two people watching the commotion in the distance.

Harry was startled, his eyes widened, and he ducked sharply as the ball grazed his scalp at the last second.

Wood, who was behind him, wasn't so lucky. He was hit squarely in the stomach by a ball and fell straight to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, looking like a boiled shrimp.

Harry rushed over and, after confirming that Wood was alright, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while still feeling a lingering sense of unease.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been a headless Harry by now.

Wood struggled to his feet.

"Junior...you have good strength, but could you...aim at a better aim before you hit..." the wooden senior said haltingly.

Hermione gave a slightly apologetic look.

Harry suddenly yelled, "Hermione, behind you!"

Hermione instantly became alert, feeling a gust of wind behind her head. She tilted her head and instinctively swung her staff again.

"I rely on!"

Seeing the dark figure flying towards them again like a cannonball, Harry and Wood only had time to utter "Holy crap" before they both lay down.

"Look what you've protected!" Wood roared inwardly.

Hermione fell into deep thought, and after a long while, a sudden inspiration struck her.

"Senior Wood, I've come up with a winning strategy!"

"What?" Wood was taken aback.

“Let’s adjust. Forget the Chaser and the Goalkeeper, go straight for six Beaters to chase down the opposing team, and leave only one Seeker to catch the Golden Snitch…” Hermione seemed to have discovered the key point and said smugly, “I call this tactic the Invincible Six-Protect-One!”

Wood's lips twitched, and he said, "There is a fixed number of each position, and the rules cannot be changed arbitrarily."

"profound……"