Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

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Rest day.

Puni stood by the Quidditch stadium stands, slowly recalling the scene from yesterday's flight lesson.

The sensation of the wind brushing past my ears, the vibration of the flying broom in my palm, the perfect coordination between my body and magic—all these scenes vividly appeared before my eyes.

He secretly thought that if he were to stand on the selection field today, with his precise control over magic and keen reflexes while flying, he would at least be able to successfully enter the second round of selection, and would certainly not be inferior to any of the participants present.

Just as they were pondering this, the referee's instructions came from the center of the field, officially beginning the second round of selections for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

The first to be selected are the batters. This position requires wizards to have extremely high comprehensive abilities. They need to have enough strength to swing the bat accurately and knock away the wandering ball, as well as extremely high accuracy to avoid accidentally injuring teammates. They also need to be vigilant at all times to deal with the sudden attacks of the wandering ball.

More than ten students who had signed up for the batsman selection walked one by one to the flying broomsticks on one side of the court, each choosing a broomstick that suited them, and then mounted it.

Staff members came forward and hung a colorful balloon around each person's neck. The balloons were fully inflated and swayed gently, making them particularly eye-catching.

Subsequently, the contestants were divided into two groups of two, with the selection rules being simple yet rigorous.

While protecting the balloon on their chest from being popped throughout the game, they also need to promptly knock away any wandering balls that appear on the field. Only the person who persists to the end can obtain a batting spot.

"Luckily we made it in time, we didn't miss the crucial part!" A cheerful male voice came from behind, with a hint of urgency. Puni turned around and saw a tall boy in a Gryffindor Quidditch uniform walking quickly towards him, holding a writing tablet and a quill pen in his hand. It was Oliver Wood.

Sitting next to Penny, Cho Chang saw Wood and asked with a puzzled look, "Wood, what are you doing at our Ravenclaw Quidditch selection tournament? This isn't Gryffindor's training ground."

Wood stopped and placed his writing tablet on the railing of the stands. His gaze inadvertently swept over Puni, his eyes slightly unfocused, but he said casually, "Nothing much, just came to check things out. After all, I'm the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Knowing more about the selection process of other houses can help me prepare for the upcoming matches."

"Oh? I think you're here to gather intelligence, aren't you?" Cho Chang couldn't help but smile, his eyes crinkling. "I've heard Roger mention you. He said you're a complete Quidditch fanatic, completely devoted to Quidditch, and even willing to give everything for it."

Upon hearing this, Wood immediately straightened his back, a hint of pride on his face: "It is my honor to contribute to Quidditch, and I have never felt that it is a loss for me."

His eyes held a passion for Quidditch, a passion so intense that it was immediately apparent.

As the two were talking, the batting selection in the center of the field had entered a heated phase.

Puni's gaze returned to the arena, carefully observing the performance of each contestant. He gradually realized that becoming a qualified batter required not only skill but also courage, and even considerable risk.

The released ball, driven by an intense offensive drive, hurtled through the air at incredible speed. If the selectors failed to swing their bats in time to knock it away, the ball would slam into their chests.

Several contestants reacted a little too slowly and failed to dodge the wandering ball in time. They were hit hard in the chest, lost their balance, and fell straight off the flying broom.

They crashed heavily onto the hard court, their mouths not only hitting the ground and bleeding from the corners of their mouths, but some even broke their teeth. They curled up on the ground in pain, their faces full of agony. Their miserable appearance could not be described with the word "tragic".

After this unexpected incident, the sidelines became somewhat turbulent, and many of the students participating in the selection process showed fear on their faces, their original fighting spirit gradually dissipating.

Before long, several people made excuses, saying they needed to take the injured classmate to the school hospital, and slunk away from the field, completely giving up on the selection process.

Watching the fleeing figures, Wood frowned and muttered in a low voice, "So, Ravenclaw students are just too precious. They can't even handle the slightest setback, and they don't even dare to take this kind of risk. How are they supposed to play Quidditch?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Qiu Zhang was turning to look at him with a hint of displeasure in his eyes. He quickly tried to smooth things over, which eased the tension considerably.

"Of course, not everyone is like that; there are still some who are bold." Wood said, pointing to the two boys still persisting in the center of the field, and commented objectively, "Look at those two lads, they reacted quickly, their swings were powerful enough, and they were quite agile. They just lack some practical experience and need to continue to hone their skills. Given time, they should be able to become good hitters."

After the selection process, the two second-year students that Wood had mentioned were indeed the ones who ultimately won the batting spots: Jason Samuels and Duncan Ingleby.

Although the two looked a little tired and had minor abrasions, they couldn't hide their joy. They high-fived each other and accepted congratulations from their classmates.

"You guessed very accurately," Puni laughed.

Wood nodded. "No matter which house the selection is from, no matter which position the player is in, nothing related to Quidditch escapes my notice—including you, of course."

"Me?" Puni looked puzzled and said, "I just came to watch the fun. This selection shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?"

Wood shook his head seriously, looking at Puni with a determined gaze: "I happened to see your flying skills last night, and to be honest, it's like you were born to fly, a natural-born Quidditch player!"

"It's incredible that you can use that antique flying broom with such amazing speed and agility."

At this point, Wood lowered his voice slightly and asked Penny, "Penny, are you interested in transferring to Gryffindor? If you're willing, I can risk my life to apply to Professor McGonagall. I'll definitely be able to get you transferred smoothly and even let you join our Gryffindor Quidditch team as one of our core players!"

Puni shook her head and refused almost without hesitation: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am very happy in Ravenclaw. I can do what I like every day, study magic, and read books. I like the learning atmosphere and my classmates here, so I will not transfer."