But because the distance was too far, the ball was eventually intercepted by Harris, successfully breaking his own "zero" record.

At this time, next to the court, the number on the scoreboard was fixed at 210, which meant that Kyle scored a total of 21 goals in ten minutes.

Shooting two goals in one minute even though he has to cross the entire court to catch the ball is a very scary result.

Three Quaffles were almost not enough after being thrown in turn, and in the end, Professor McGonagall, who was watching from the sidelines, used a Transfiguration spell to support two of them, and they barely managed to hold on until the end.

"Merlin's beard, I never want to be a goalkeeper again!"

Harris breathed a sigh of relief when he returned to the ground. During these ten minutes, he truly experienced what it meant to be in pain and happy at the same time.

The reason for their happiness was that Hufflepuff had a talented Chaser, and if nothing unexpected happened, that second-year student named Kyle would definitely become the key figure in their winning of the Quidditch Cup.

Harris himself is one of the best chasers in Hogwarts, and he gets more than half of the points in every Hufflepuff game.

But therein lay the problem. The other two chasers were so far inferior in strength to him that the three of them simply could not cooperate well. Almost every goal was scored by him alone.

This is undoubtedly a huge test for his physical strength, which is why there is a saying that Hufflepuffs are not good at protracted battles.

Another point is that if he is closely guarded by the opposing players or is injured and leaves the field, Hufflepuff will immediately fall into a disadvantage.

Fortunately, a talented Seeker Cedric emerged last year. With him searching for the Golden Snitch on the field, it is difficult for other colleges to drag out the game for too long.

With the addition of Kyle this year, Hufflepuff’s biggest shortcoming was suddenly made up.

Harris seemed to have seen the Quidditch trophy waving at him, so how could he not be happy?

As for the pain...it's also very simple.

Anyone who has been played like a fool for ten minutes will have this feeling.

"Captain, it's a good thing you didn't sign up to be the goalkeeper." A team member joked, "Otherwise we would never win the Quidditch Cup."

"Shut up, Ferro!" Harris glared at him. "I feel like your skills have been declining recently. Come over for special training at 8 a.m. tomorrow."

"Eight o'clock!"

Ferro couldn't laugh anymore, and said with a bitter face: "Special training is fine, but can ten o'clock be okay... No, nine o'clock, nine o'clock is also OK!"

Hufflepuff students are not as hardworking as Ravenclaw students, nor do they have the vigorous energy of Gryffindor students. They basically sleep until they wake up naturally on weekends.

Eight o'clock was really too much for him.

"No!" Harris snorted coldly, "Remember, come at 8 o'clock in the morning. If you are one minute late, you will practice an extra hour."

After saying that, Harris went straight to the center of the court.

Although Kyle's performance was perfect, the process still had to continue.

He looked at the remaining two and asked, "Who will come next?"

The two fifth-grade students looked at each other and shook their heads nonchalantly.

One of them spread his hands and said, "No need, I abstain."

Although Harris was suspected of tanking in the end, he would not have been able to achieve it even if Kyle's performance was reduced by half.

So there is no need to waste any more time.

Another person thought the same thing.

"I'll give up too...and you guys stop pretending, just laugh if you want to." As he said this, he laughed out loud first.

He was naturally very happy that Hufflepuff had produced another genius.

"Ahem... the professors are watching us, be serious." Harris pretended to frown and scolded him.

It is easy to be bullied.

Harris suppressed his excitement and tried to look serious.

"Since you have all decided to give up, then..."

He walked up to Kyle and held out his hand, "Congratulations Kyle, you will be the team's Chaser from now on."

"My pleasure, Captain." Kyle held out his hand and shook it.

Professor Sprout was watching them from the stands, his smile like a blooming, biting kale.

But Professor McGonagall next to her was different.

Professor McGonagall tightly grasped the "Advanced Transfiguration Guide" in her hand, her body still shaking.

It hurts, it hurts so much! Why isn't such a Quidditch genius in Gryffindor? Professor McGonagall is sure that with Kyle and Harry Potter, Gryffindor will be invincible.

But alas, he was a Hufflepuff.

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Damn the Sorting Hat...

“A-choo!”

On the eighth floor, in the principal's office, the Sorting Hat, which was composing a new song, suddenly sneezed.

"How strange." Dumbledore looked at it curiously. "Can you catch a cold too?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be. After all, I'm just a hat."

The Sorting Hat tried to rub its head with its brim, but it couldn't reach it, so it ended up just wiping its mouth.

"Albus, I think someone has bad intentions towards me."

"I still prefer to believe that you have a cold."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "As far as I know, no student hates their own college. If that's the case, how could they have bad intentions towards you?"

"That's true..." The Sorting Hat nodded in agreement. Its decisions were never wrong.

"Do I really have a cold?"

The Sorting Hat was in self-doubt, but it was just a hat, and Godric Gryffindor didn't seem to have added this setting when he created it! "Although I don't know if the stimulant will work on you...but do you want to try it?"

Dumbledore came to the Sorting Hat, grabbed in the air, and instantly a small bottle appeared in his hand.

“This is the most effective cold medicine.”

"Then let's give it a try." The Sorting Hat thought for a moment and opened its mouth. "By the way, your magic has improved a lot, Albus."

"Just some tricks." Dumbledore calmly poured the stimulant in his hand into the mouth of the Sorting Hat...or rather, onto the brim of the hat.

Since it can't eat, it can't be taken orally, it can only be applied externally.

The potion seeped into the Sorting Hat bit by bit, leaving a large dark brown mark, which made it look even dirtier.

But neither of the two people present cared about it.

"How does it feel?" Dumbledore asked.

"I think... it should be much better." The Sorting Hat licked the brim of its hat, "At least you don't sneeze now."

(End of this chapter)