Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 141 Talking on Paper
Time, 6:45, in the Ravenclaw dormitory.

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed as the package opened and the broomstick rolled onto Harry's sheets. Anthony and others on the side were also full of praise.

As the owner of the broom, Harry could only stand on tiptoe, trying to get over the wall and see clearly.

But there was no way, Ron was too tall, so Harry had to clear his throat to indicate his presence.

Ron didn't respond, still stroking the broom with his slightly trembling hands, just like Brother Chu who saw the bride's body under the clothes for the first time on the wedding night. It was very similar, even the low voice that couldn't stop coming from his throat. The moans were no different, and Ryan couldn't help but divert his attention from Hermione's conversation, showing a look of disgust.

Fortunately, there were still mostly normal people in the dormitory. Harry's little brother Anthony, who had brought his own dry food, noticed this first, followed by Neville. The two looked at each other and drove Ron away together.

Only then did Harry see what he had waited for a week to receive. No, it was simply a work of art!
This broomstick is so awesome.

It has beautiful lines and a lustrous finish. The handle is made of mahogany, and the long tail is made of neat, straight branches. The words "Halok 2000" are printed in gold on the top of the broom handle.

"Hey! What are you doing? It's almost 6:50, we should leave!" Ron didn't notice anything. After entering Hogwarts, he who was originally at the bottom of his family almost lost his ability to read the air. .

No, he still noticed something, and that was the current time.

Seven o'clock was getting closer, Harry and others left the castle and walked towards the Quidditch pitch in the dusk. Ryan and Hermione hung far behind. Harry wanted to repeat his old trick and point out Ryan's existence again, but the other people in the dormitory who loved Quidditch firmly sandwiched Harry in the middle and opened the way for him. .

After a while, the stadium arrived.

Hundreds of chairs are arranged high in the surrounding stands so that spectators can see what is happening on the court.

There are three golden poles at each end of the court with rings on top.

They reminded Ryan of the bubble rings he used to play with as a child during Zhou Yi's time. At that time, he often used them to make laundry detergent at Huo Huo's house.

The bubbles all over the sky reveal magnificent colors under the sunlight.

The only difference from the bubble rings was that they were huge, each fifty feet tall.

To everyone's surprise, Roger Davis was not there, nor were the other players that others thought might be there.

Under the admiration of Anthony and the coaxing of Ron, Harry pretended that he couldn't stand the advice, but in fact he couldn't wait to get on his broom and fly around the stadium.

Harry was like an elf dancing in the sky. He quickly shuttled between the goal posts and flew up and down over the court. Ron and others jumped up and cheered on the ground from time to time, while Ryan and Hermione were in the stands. , found a seat near the back and read a book together.

"Hey, who are you?" Roger Davis came from the direction of the castle, holding a large wooden crate under his arm.

"I'm Ron Weasley, the one next to you when you were talking to Harry before..." Ron said in confusion. He couldn't imagine that there was someone in Hogwarts who didn't know him. But before he finished speaking, Roger interrupted him, "I know! It's Rita Skeeter's report. It's Ronnie Weasley, right? You are not really in love, are you?" "You must be Draco Malfoy, look at your concerned eyes!"

"But Slytherin can't be here, this is a secret training." Roger confidently guessed, pointing at Anthony, completely unaware of Ron's excuse, saying that he was Ron Weasley or something like that.

"I am Anthony Goldstein, a Ravenclaw, a relative of Tina Goldstein, the lover of the famous magical animal expert Newt Scamander." Anthony replied gloomily, but still read out his words subconsciously. An introduction that will be engraved into your soul.

"Okay, you can be here." Roger Davis raised his eyebrows, looked at Anthony several times suspiciously, and then reluctantly looked at the rest of the people, trying to find the possible German character. Rako Malfoy.

Of the remaining guys, Terry Butt and Michael Kohner, their brown and black skin were so eye-catching, he had an impression of those two guys.

And Neville, he knew.

I was curious to see who the Seeker's love rival was, but I remembered at that time that Ron was pestering the talkative Sage to help write a book, and he happened to miss it.

"Hey, Davis." Harry was attracted by the conversation and landed next to him.

"Oh, I almost forgot about you, Harry." Roger put down the wooden crate and patted Harry on the shoulder, almost staggering him. "You just flew very wonderfully. As expected of me and For those who are valued by Mrs. Huo Qi, I will teach you the rules tonight, and then you can participate in the team's training three times a week."

"Hey, you guys, Harry's friends, go, go, go to the auditorium, don't disturb." Roger Davis greeted Ron and his group seemingly politely.

Ron cursed and Anthony, who was also in a bad mood, led a group of people to the stands and found a seat near the front to sit down. Harry frowned.

"Harry, what's wrong? Does it feel like it's too fast?"

"Harry, Harry, you have to understand that you are different from those mediocre people. You are a natural seeker. Your father's seeker blood is flowing in your body." Roger misunderstood Harry's words. Sub-expression: "Since you are worried, let me introduce our training content to you."

"The first two training times are based on the class schedule. During our free time, we find an empty classroom and make corresponding tactics based on the information we get from other colleges' Quidditch teams. Then, it's usually Friday night. At 7 o'clock, we will simply practice basic skills and practice tactics." Roger said confidently.

"But, Davis, don't we need more practice?" Harry said incomprehensively. After becoming a Seeker, he specifically asked Ron, who had a family background, to inquire about Charlie Weasley when he was there. Gryffindor's training method - non-stop training and grinding.

"Oh, Harry must understand one thing. Compared with the other three academies, the most outstanding thing about us is our intelligence. We cannot compare our own shortcomings with their strengths."

"Geniuses must have genius tactics." Roger said with a hint of displeasure, and it was obvious that he was not interested in continuing to talk about this aspect, so Harry stopped pushing.

"Sure enough, this is why, in the original world line, Ravenclaw kept stretching his hips, and even Hufflepuff couldn't compare - on paper." Ryan thought that although he sat far away, with his physique, as long as He thought that a conversation at this distance would not be a problem at all.

(End of this chapter)