Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

“We’ll use two balls. I’ll hit the ball first, and two seconds later, Harry, you hit it too. Little Smart, you hit the ball towards us,” Wood said, then took out three more racks, each with a circle on it.

(Amour: That's right, the Quidditch pitch has been taken over by Slytherins.)

"Shoot towards these three circles. Harry and I will defend. If we score, we score. You not only have to score, but you also have to catch all the balls we hit."

"oh, I understand now!"

"Let's begin now!" Wood took out his flying broom, spun around, and sent the ball flying.

Wu Mu caught up with the ball like an arrow and then shot it towards one of the circles like a bullet. However, Wood stood firm like an impregnable fortress, blocking the ball steadily.

Not to be outdone, Wu Mu, like an eagle soaring high, sped away with the speed of a cheetah, hitting Harry's ball, and then straightened her body like a pine tree, holding her broom upright and knocking away Wood's ball.

"That was a brilliant move! Clever little guy!" Wood, as the real goalkeeper, blocked the ball that Harry should have blocked, but he couldn't stop Wolmer's ball because it was too unexpected. He thought Wolmer couldn't catch it.

The ball hit the castle wall and bounced back towards Wumu. Under the pressure of the two balls, Wumu seized the opportunity and scored both goals.

"Beautiful!" Wood gave Wu Mu a thumbs up.

Professor McGonagall saw everything. "She is truly the best freshman I have ever seen."

But because Wu Mu flew too fast, she accidentally let go of both hands and fell off the broom. "Little Starlight!" Wu Mu shouted the name she had given the broom. Then, as if it came to life, the broom flew down and caught her.

“Wow!” Harry flew forward.

"Your broom is so cool! Little clever one!"

"Of course! Look which broom is Little Starlight!" Wu Mu lay proudly on his broom.

"Walmur, you scared me to death!" Harry thought Walmur was about to fall to the ground.

"Little Starlight caught me!"

"Little clever one, you've made me want to give my broom a name too," Wood joked.

"That was so much fun! Let's do it again!" Wu Mu wanted to continue the training they had just done.

"From your training just now, it's clear that your balance isn't very good. Oh dear, falling off a broom could be fatal."

"Hmm...you mean...I need to practice my balance more?" Wu Mu sat up.

"Yes, now try it, fly slowly, fly low, and stand on the broom."

Wu Mu: "Huh? Standing on top of that?" Damn it, with my balance, I'd fall hundreds of times!

"Okay...okay." Wumu stood up slowly with her feet on the broom, but as soon as she straightened her legs, she started to sway and fell down. Luckily, Harry caught her in time, preventing her from falling too badly.

"Wow! That's really difficult, thank you! Brother!" Wu Mu walked to the broom and jumped on it again. Although she straightened her legs this time, she could only stand for less than three seconds before falling down again.

Wu Mu lay down on the ground this time, "Oh my god! I must be crazy to think I would be a great chaser."

“It’s okay, Mu. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, just like you. You have quick reflexes and fly very fast. You’re powerful and the ball is very accurate. It’s just that you don’t have much balance. As long as you practice often, you will get better over time.” Wood tried to encourage her from the side.

“That makes sense!” Wu Mu sat up abruptly. “It takes time and effort!” Wu Mu stood up and walked towards the broom. “Little Starlight, fly forward slowly!”

Wu Mu stood on it again, and finally, she was able to stand for a little while, although she still fell down, and fell very ugly.

"Again!" Wu Mu jumped up again, only to fall down again, repeating this several times.

"Has she suffered some kind of shock?" Wood stood there, stunned.

“Maybe she’s hungry,” Harry said, shrugging.