The next day was the weekend and there were no classes.

As soon as Kyle opened the dormitory door in the morning, he saw Cedric stretching his arms.

"What kind of look are you wearing..." Kyle asked in confusion, "Are you imitating a lucky cat?"

"What cat... Never mind, it's not important."

Cedric put down his raised arm and said, "I came to call you. Did you forget that today is the day of Quidditch selection? Why did you come out only now?"

"I didn't forget, I just woke up..." Kyle rubbed his face and said as a matter of course.

It's a rare weekend with nice weather, it would be a shame if I didn't sleep in a little longer.

Cedric rubbed his forehead and said, "The selection starts at 10 o'clock, and it's already 9:30... How can you sleep?"

"There's still half an hour left. We'll have enough time."

Kyle picked up his Nimbus 2000 and followed Cedric out of the common room.

Connor was there too. She had been waiting outside when Cedric went to call Kyle.

They crossed the field and arrived at the Quidditch pitch.

The selection had not officially started yet, but the area around the stadium was already very lively. Even Professor Sprout, who seldom left the greenhouse, came. She stood in the middle of the stadium, talking to Madam Hooch.

There were quite a few people sitting in the surrounding stands, some from Hufflepuff and some from other colleges.

It was not difficult to tell from the nervous looks of those people that at least half of them were here to gather intelligence.

But Harris, as the team captain, didn't care and had no intention of driving them away.

When Kyle and his companions came over, he even enthusiastically helped some young wizards in the lower grades to explain the basic rules of Quidditch.

"Quidditch is actually very simple. Chasers are responsible for throwing the Quaffle to score points, and Beaters are responsible for using wooden sticks to protect players from being disturbed by the Bludgers and hitting the Bludgers towards the opposing players."

Harris sat in the stands and said to a boy wearing glasses, "But you don't have to think about all that. As a seeker, Potter, your mission is to catch the Golden Snitch in the shortest possible time."

"What's the Golden Snitch..." Harry asked curiously.

"It's a troublesome little guy," Harris said, "but catching it can end the game and add 150 points to your team."

"Golden...Snitch..." Harry whispered to himself.

But he soon thought of something, looked at Harris in confusion and said, "Wait...how do you know I'm a seeker!"

“It’s very simple.”

Harris shook his head and said, "Wood has been laughing so hard these past few days that he can hardly stop eating. He even adds two extra spoonfuls of food to his meal. We noticed something was wrong a long time ago.

The only thing that could make him so happy was the Seeker's problem."

"So Wood told you?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the news was not leaked from my side.

"It has nothing to do with him."

Harris shook his head and said, "That kid Wood wanted to keep it a secret from me, saying that he was only happy because his owl had a second baby.

So I went straight to Professor McGonagall, and it was she who told me that you were Gryffindor's new Seeker."

"Professor McGonagall?" Harry sat there blankly. Somehow, he felt a little sorry for Wood.

He originally thought of using himself as a secret weapon to catch other teams off guard, but in less than a day, the opponent had already obtained the news from Professor McGonagall in a fair and honest manner.

What kind of secret is this...

"Do a good job, Harry, you will be great." Harris stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "I am looking forward to the day when I can compete with you."

"Looks like it's about to start."

Kyle took his Nimbus 2000 and sat down in a random seat near the front of the stands.

Kanna glanced at the court and asked, "How many players should we select this time?"

"Two, a Beater and a Chaser." Cedric said, "Kyle is participating in the Chaser selection."

"Um."

Kyle nodded beside him.

Compared to fighting Bludgers or looking for Snitches throughout the game, he likes the feeling of scoring a goal the most.

Although one goal is only worth ten points, as long as you score more, you can also get one hundred and fifty points... or even more.

At ten o'clock sharp, the selection began.

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The first thing to do is to select the batsmen, a total of three people.

Under Harris's arrangement, the three of them boarded their broomsticks and came to the center of the court.

The main test for the batsman is the accuracy and strength when swinging the bat. Harris had already brought the box of bludgers over in advance.

All the three of them need to do is stay on the broom as long as possible, and the last person to be knocked off will be able to join the team.

As Harris opened the box, two Bludgers flew out like cannonballs and began to rampage in the air.

The three of them took wooden sticks and hit the Bludger that flew towards them away.

After all, they have passed the preliminary selection, so they must have some strength. It is impossible for them to be eliminated at the beginning. But things will be different after a long time.

Everyone watched quietly.

Five minutes later, the first elimination appeared.

He was a sophomore student and the youngest of the three.

Perhaps because he saw that there was no result, he gradually lost his patience and wanted to hit the Bludger in the direction of the other two people.

As a result, he used too much force and the stick slipped out of his hand.

There was nothing more to say about this, because the next second, he was knocked off his broom by another flying Bludger.

"Oh…that must have hurt."

In the stands, Harry couldn't help but scream after seeing this scene, and subconsciously reached out to touch his shoulder, as if he had been hit too.

“That’s how hitters are.”

Ron explained, “George told me that when he first joined the team, his arm was broken three times by a Bludger.

Fred was in the same boat, but his leg was broken.”

Kyle, who was sitting nearby, looked at Cedric in confusion after hearing Ron's words, "Did Fred and George have their arms broken by a Bludger?"

"No, never!"

Cedric said decisively, "All the other beaters have been injured to some extent, except Fred and George... As far as I know, the Bludgers haven't even hit their clothes in a whole school year.

In fact, they themselves are like two Bludgers.”

(End of this chapter)