On the court, with the first person being eliminated, the pressure on the remaining two people suddenly increased a lot.

They could only be extremely alert and try their best to avoid the two Bludgers while looking for opportunities to cause trouble to the other side.

The two of them fought back and forth, and after a stalemate of more than ten minutes, the winner was finally decided.

But what surprised everyone was that the one who stayed behind in the end was the underdog third-grade student. With his flexible positioning, he successfully killed the tall and strong fifth-grade opponent at the critical moment.

In the stands, everyone began to applaud and cheer.

Harris walked forward and extended his hand with a smile, "Wilnard, welcome to the team."

"My pleasure, Captain." The third-year student also extended his hand and shook Harris's.

There was another round of applause from all around.

Next came the selection of the Chasers. Kyle stood up and walked onto the field with a broom.

"Come on, Kyle!"

Cedric shouted, lighting a firework.

Fireworks exploded over the stands, forming a huge banner with a running badger and the words "Kyle Go Win" glowing in the sky.

I don’t know where Cedric got the fireworks, but they are clearly visible even in the daytime.

This is a bit too exaggerated...

In this unique way of cheering, Kyle came to the middle of the court.

There were two other people competing with him for the Chaser position, all in fifth grade.

"As a Chaser, the accuracy of your pitch is very important..."

Harris held the Quaffle and said to the three, "I will be the goalkeeper and you will be in charge of pitching. Whoever scores the highest number of points within the specified time will be able to join the team.

So... who of you will go first?"

"Let me do it..." Kyle walked out.

Although he was definitely at a disadvantage for being the first one to go up because he didn't understand Harris' goalkeeping style, he did have the advantage of the broom, so it was a draw.

"That's settled then. Remember, don't be nervous and just play your best."

Harris gave Kyle a few instructions and then came to the goal post.

Kyle also got on his broom and left the ground with a light kick.

"Shall we begin?" Harris asked.

"no problem."

As soon as Kyle finished speaking, someone threw the Quaffle up from below.

Kyle swooped down to catch the Quaffle and began to fly quickly towards the goal.

Before Harris could react, Kyle had already arrived.

Facing an empty goal, he casually threw the Quaffle into it.

"very!"

Someone shouted in ridicule: "Captain, why were you standing there like an idiot just now? Did you let the water go?"

"Go away!" Harris' face turned red.

Of course he couldn't let it go, he simply didn't react in time.

He thought the Nimbus 2000 would be very fast, but he didn't expect it to be so much faster than the Nimbus 1700. Although the two brooms were only two years apart, they were completely in different leagues!

How strange... Is this still the same Nimbus company he knows that can only squeeze out toothpaste bit by bit?

“Come again!”

Harris calmed down and became more serious. He didn't want to be accused of letting the game go again.

Soon, another Quaffle was thrown up.

Kyle, just like before, caught the ball and flew to the goal post.

Kyle held the Quaffle in his right hand and threw it gently...

"It's the goal on the right!" Harris' mind moved, and he flew to the right instantly.

But what he didn't expect was that the Quaffle didn't fly to the right at all, but just spun a few times in the air, and then returned to Kyle's hand again.

At this time, he had already flown very far away, and it was definitely too late to look back.

Kyle scored again.

"Twenty points!"

"Look, Harry, it's a toss-back."

In the stands, Ron grabbed Harry's arm and said excitedly, "Merlin, I didn't expect to see one of the Chasers' classic feints here."

"Is this move difficult?" Harry asked doubtfully.

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He had just started playing Quidditch and didn't understand much about this.

But speaking of feints, Harry suddenly remembered something.

When Professor McGonagall was taking him to find Wood, she said that his action of picking up the Memory Ball was very similar to a classic Quidditch feint.

It was called something like Strong's fake move... or Wonski's fake move... he couldn't quite remember.

But they are all similar.

"It's not hard to make a throw-in, but it's hard to fool the goalie."

Ron thought for a moment and said, "The goalkeeper on the field is the captain of Hufflepuff. He can be said to be the most experienced player in Hogwarts. It's not easy to deceive him."

Harry still didn't quite understand, but judging from the deafening cheers around him, Kyle's move must have been very exciting.

So he joined in the cheering.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand… He can pretend to understand, and the main thing is to be sociable.

On the other side, Harris's face turned even redder as he listened to the faint booing coming from below.

Of course he knew how to throw the ball back, and he had done it more than once. In the Quidditch Cup two years ago, he scored the last goal with this trick.

That year, Hufflepuff won the Quidditch Cup by a very narrow margin.

But he never expected that one day he would be fooled by a returned ball.

No wonder the goalkeeper looked at him with such an unfriendly look. The feeling of being fooled is really not good.

"If I had known I wouldn't have joined in this fun." Harris complained in his heart.

He was worried that using a real goalkeeper would undermine those people's confidence, so he made a temporary cameo appearance.

Now it seems that this decision is indeed a bit redundant, but changing players is definitely not an option, Harris can only bite the bullet and continue.

Kyle threw two balls in just about a minute, which was well before the stipulated ten minutes.

In the following time, he demonstrated the speed of the Light Wheel 2000 in all aspects.

No matter which direction the Quaffle was thrown from, he could catch it in the first place, then fly it to the goal post and score a goal.

Moreover, his way of scoring goals was different every time. Sometimes he used fake moves, and sometimes he just relied on the speed of the broom to send the ball directly into the goal.

Gradually, Harris also began to swing.

He sat on his broom and looked at Kyle with burning eyes.

This is a talented Chaser! Last year's Cedric... this year's Kyle...

Harris couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He finally understood why Wood had laughed so exaggeratedly before.

No one can resist this.

(End of this chapter)