The years of welding at Hogwarts

After breakfast, the students left the auditorium early and rushed to the Quidditch field, filling up all the towering stands around the field.

In the Slytherin team's locker room, Noah, as the coach, did not need to change into the silver and green uniforms like the other players.

So he just held a metal thermos cup in his hand, slurping the steaming tea in it in the coldest days of winter, looking like an old water dispenser manager.

"No matter what happens on the field, we must firmly follow the tactics we have formulated before."

"In Charlie Wei

After Sly graduated, Gryffindor lost an excellent Seeker, so the initiative to catch the Golden Snitch in this game lies with us."

Noah put down the thermos in his hand, stood up and walked towards a blackboard in the locker room.

He tapped the blackboard in front of him with his fingers, "Gryffindor's strength lies mainly in their Beaters."

Where Noah's finger fell was a photo of the twin brothers.

"The special connection that identical twins bring makes them have an extraordinary rapport."

Noah looked at the pursuer of his own academy team, Derian Puse, and said, "Your task in this game is more difficult. The task of restricting the twin brothers is left to you."

"Don't let down the broomstick that Professor Snape bought just for you."

The team members whose names were called blushed, and they looked determined to do their best to fulfill the dean's wishes, which made Noah very satisfied.

But the troll captain Marcus Flint seemed a little unhappy.

What the hell is a coach?

With the strong strength of their Slytherin Quidditch team, do they need this rookie who obviously knows nothing about Quidditch to tell them what to do?

Although he looked unhappy, Marcus Flint didn't say much in the end.

Not to mention that the young boy in front of him was the adopted son of their beloved Dean Snape. The fact that it was an order given by Snape himself made him dare not disobey.

Soon, all the villains of Slytherin walked into the Quidditch pitch from the locker room corridor, wearing silver and green robes.

A silver-green ocean was surging in the stands, and waves of enthusiastic cheers came one after another.

The cheers reached their peak when the Slytherin keeper and one of the three chasers each carried a huge tree that was so big that two Hagrids couldn't even hug it together.

"What's happening here!"

Lee Jordan, who served as the commentator for this match, had his voice carried throughout the venue through microphones and radios installed around the stadium.

"Those Slytherin guys actually walked onto the field carrying a tree! Has the mountain troll blood in them awakened?!"

Professor McGonagall's dissatisfied voice came from the radio, "Jordan!"

After watching his players walk onto the court, Noah quietly left the team's locker room.

However, he did not return to the stands of his own college, but ran to the spectator seats where the Hogwarts faculty and staff were seated and sat down next to the old bat.

Noah glanced at the book "Origins of Quidditch" in Snape's hand and asked, "You still read this?"

Snape just turned his head and glanced at Noah. He had no intention of talking to this bastard. Every time this bastard came looking for him, it was always something bad.

But this time he got it wrong.

Noah came over and sat down in the stands just to avoid Draco, who was a Quidditch fanatic. Last night before going to bed, Draco had been talking about Quidditch in the dormitory for nearly half an hour.

If Noah hadn't used a throat lock to physically shut his mouth, he might have continued chattering until dawn.

As the referee entered the field, the cheers in the Quidditch field reached their peak.

Before every Quidditch game at Hogwarts officially begins, there is a very classic segment, which is the hypocritical handshake between the two sides.

In every match between Slytherin and Gryffindor in previous years, the captains of both teams were too lazy to even act and simply turned the handshake session into a pre-match trash talk.

But today's Slytherin was a little abnormal.

Marcus Flint, the troll captain of the Snake team, had an extremely hypocritical smile on his face and tightly held the hand of Oliver Wood, the captain of the Lion team in front of him.

He smiled and shook Wood's hand. "From your neat uniforms and friendly eyes, I can fully feel your sincerity and sportsmanship."

Caught off guard by Flint's trick, Wood, who had already prepared for pre-game trash talk before leaving the locker room, just opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

The other party suddenly became so polite that he was at a loss for a moment.

Looking at the big tree carried by two Slytherin members, Madam Hooch's mouth twitched slightly.

If she remembered correctly, they rode directly onto the playing field on a tree, which was a unique way of playing Quidditch in the Soviet Union.

Are today's students so wild?

Playing Quidditch on a flying broomstick has always been the mainstream way of playing in the European and American wizarding world. Now that she has encountered such a non-mainstream thing, Madam Hooch is a little overwhelmed for a moment.

If the Slytherin team continues to use their foul style of play, how should it be judged?

"Listen, I want everyone to be fair..."

Before Madam Hooch could finish her words, there was a clang and a huge, silver wrench fell out of the Slytherin team's Beater.

The players on both sides were instantly attracted by the huge movement.

Looking at the murder weapon on the ground, even Madam Huo Qi fell into silence at this moment.

Facing countless gazes, batsman Perrikin Derek showed no embarrassment at all.

"Don't be nervous, I like to collect some Muggle items. This wrench is what I use to tighten the screws on Muggle cars.

Shit, it makes sense for me to carry it with me, right?

Is it in this river?

In this Ganges River.

Madam Hooch's mouth twitched. What are these troublemakers from Slytherin doing?

"Well, I hope everyone can play in style and show..."

Before she could finish her second sentence, another long-handled hammer fell out from another Slytherin beater.

The heavy hammer that fell to the ground raised a cloud of dust, and several players from the Gryffindor team fell into complete silence.

Lucien Bore, Slytherin's other Beater, picked up the hammer without batting an eyelid and stuffed it back into his robes.

"As my teammate just said, I also like to collect Muggle items."

"This hammer is what I use to dismantle those Muggle electrical appliances. It's only logical that I carry it with me."

Madam Hooch's face was dark. "Alright, alright, your team's style is well-known in Hogwarts. I totally understand."

Marcus Flint said modestly, "Those are just empty names, like floating clouds."

Chapter 91 Ace Combat: Assault on the Quidditch Pitch

As the whistle of the game sounded, a total of thirteen brooms and two large trees, including the referee, rose into the sky.

"The Quaffle was immediately grabbed by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor!"

As a commentator who is not doing his job properly, Lee Jordan's words are full of nonsense, comparable to those of War Machine.

"What a great Chaser that girl is, and she's also very attractive..."

Professor McGonagall's warning voice came over the radio for the second time, "Jordan!"

"After Angelina got the ball, she nimbly bypassed Slytherin's defense and rushed towards Slytherin's goal post at full speed!"

"It seems that the two new trees Slytherin replaced are not very useful!"

Even the branches are not trimmed, and it drags an extremely large tree crown behind it. Once the flying speed reaches a certain level, the wind resistance faced by the broom is unimaginable.

This also meant that one of the Slytherin Chasers lost his original flexibility.

There were only two Chasers left who could keep up with Angelina's maneuvers, which left a big hole in Slytherin's aerial defense.

"Angelina's getting close to the goal post! She's going to shoot!"

As the Quaffle flew out of his hand, Lee Jordan shouted excitedly, "She shot it! Great shot!"

With the high-speed flying of the broom and the player's throwing, the Quaffle was like a red meteor. Its round body displaced the air along the way and whizzed towards the left goal farthest from the Slytherin goalkeeper.

The Quaffle was close to the goal in the blink of an eye.

Even if Slytherin's goalkeeper Miles Blige rode the Nimbus 2000, the fastest broom in the wizarding world today, he would not be able to intercept the Quaffle before it passed through the goal frame.

As a member of Gryffindor House, Lee Jordan did not hide his joy at all.

"Congratulations to Gryffindor for taking the first drop..."

Before he could finish his words, an unexpected scene happened before his eyes.

Slytherin's goalkeeper, Miles Blackie, squeezed his legs together, swung the "broom" he was riding with force from his waist and abdomen, and the big tree under his crotch moved sideways at an incredible speed.

The moment the Quaffle flew towards the goal, the dense tree canopy instantly blocked the goal on the far left. The Quaffle shot into the tree canopy and was immediately blocked by the branches hidden under the green leaves.

"Fuck!" Jordan cursed, "Can you play like this?!"

There was an immediate burst of warm cheers from the Slytherin stands, and the thunderous applause was like slaps in the faces of the little Gryffindor lions across the street.

Faced with such a situation, Mrs. Huo Qi didn't know how to complain.

She carefully searched her memory for the rules of Quidditch and found that the Slytherin team's behavior did not violate the rules of the game.

"The game continues!"

It took some effort for the other two Slytherin Chasers, who were on normal broomsticks, to get the Quaffle out from under the thicket of leaves and branches.

"Now it's Slytherin who gets the Quaffle!"

After the initial adaptation, the Slytherin team's beaters began to show their power.

The rules of Quidditch do not make clear regulations on the bat used by the batsman. It only limits the size and length of the bat to a certain limit, but does not specify the shape and material of the bat.

In Quidditch matches, except for the constant magic on the broomsticks, all other magic is prohibited.

Therefore, no one will use metal bats in general competitions.

Although this thing can be swung very violently and a hit on the Bludger can send it flying across the entire court, the force is mutual.

Without the weight reduction provided by the levitation spell and the cushioning provided by the shock-absorbing spell, the metal bat was not only heavy to swing, but the recoil force alone was enough to break the batsman's arm with just one hit.

But Slytherin has black technology.

Noah, who had a whole Vibranium meteorite, took out a little of his insignificant stock to give to himself.

The home team's batsman uses it as a weapon, uh, as a batting bat.

Is there a problem?

Absolutely not.

Can this be called a foul? This is called reasonable use of the rules.

Do you understand what knowledge is power means?

As for why it is made into the shape of a long-handled wrench and a long-handled hammer...

This can only be said to be Noah's bad taste.

Vibranium's perfect ability to absorb energy means that when these two bats are swung, the awkward feel caused by their odd shapes can be completely ignored.

Facing the fast-moving Bludger, Slytherin's Beater Perrigan Derek swung the wrench in his hand fiercely.

With a dull thud, the black Bludger flew back at a faster speed than when it came, hitting George Weasley's back directly.

As a commentator, he should have maintained a fair and impartial stance, but when the opponent was Slytherin House, Lee Jordan couldn't care less for a moment.

"Look out! Fred!"

Jordan couldn't tell which twin brother was which and could only yell out a name.

The wildly beating sense of warning in his heart saved George's life. He did not look back, but turned his body suddenly according to the warning in his heart.

"Nice sloth, rolling around in the tree!" Lee shouted. "If this were a flying lesson, I would definitely give you ten extra points!"

But Lee Jordan's joy lasted less than two seconds, as a huge tree canopy appeared across George's flight path.

George, who had just completed a stunt, had no time to react. Unable to dodge, he ran straight into the tree trunk, which was nearly two meters in diameter.

George only had time to change direction slightly, but his head still hit the tree trunk hard, and he was knocked off the broom and fell to the ground like an owl with a broken wing.

This sudden change caught all the audience off guard.

A scream of surprise came from the stands.

"Foul! This is definitely a foul!" Lee Jordan shouted angrily.