Chapter 152

Klein doesn't like many things, but that doesn't mean he's not good at it.

When he first entered the magic world, he was very curious about everything, including Quidditch, the most popular sport among wizards.

"What a docile mare."

Motionless tried the performance of comet 260, Klein couldn't help shaking his head.

The broom reacts too slowly, slower than his own spell flying.

In Quidditch competitions, whoever has a fast broom will have a greater advantage. Look at Draco, who is riding "lightwheel 2000" and eyeing, Klein feels that if he doesn't cheat in this game, it should not be so easy to win.

The players of Slytherin Quidditch team are very excited. Both opponents and teammates are watching quietly. If the official players use such an attack in the game, Marcus Flint would scold him until he cried, but now it was his opponent who used it.

and.......

The goal was scored and their goalkeeper didn't react at all.

"Wow!!!"

Such an unrestrained scoring method not only stunned the twelve players on the field (the seeker on both sides was still hanging up), but also stunned the little wizards who watched the game below.

When can we see such a "fairy ball" in the campus game?

Merlin's goal is definitely at the level of "international Quidditch League"!

"Hoo, I got it."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

This ball he played was a "surprise", that is to say, it is very possible to get it or not.

But now it seems that he has good luck.

"Be serious. Let's get the points back."

Look at Klein's face, Marcus Flint had an ominous feeling in his heart, but as the captain of the Quidditch team, his psychological quality is obviously better than the average team member.

Pressing down his palm, he motioned his teammates not to panic, and personally held the ball to counter attack, trying to suppress the arrogance of the "Klein team".

But what Marcus didn't expect was that after Klein opened the situation with a "fairy ball", his reserve players also seemed to hang up, each with a level of 120 points.

Marcus's fancy dribbling and hitting, surrounded by the combination of death defense and swimming ball, made frequent mistakes - the ball was broken!

"Good chance!"

The little wizards off the court are Quidditch enthusiasts. When they see that the bright red ghost flying ball is controlled by the Klein team again, they can't help cheering.

"To Klein, to Klein!"

At that moment, the thoughts of many little wizards were surprisingly consistent.

"Pass!"

Klein himself thought so. In the process of defense and counterattack, he and his reserve players used the most common formation of Quidditch "Eagle Head attack array". At this time, he was in the front of the whole formation, that is, the position of "Eagle Head".

"Stop him!"

Seeing Klein asking for the ball again, the members of the "official team" panicked.

The two batters quickly led the swimming ball to Klein, but he turned it over with an emergency stop and easily avoided it. Between lightning and fire, the bright red ghost flying ball appeared again under Klein's bat.

The goalkeeper of the "official team" floated in front of the goal ring and couldn't help swallowing and spitting.

"Come on, believe in yourself, miles, you can!"

Goalkeeper miles Blanche stared intently at the approaching figure. He didn't even dare to blink for fear of being shaken by the other party's fake actions.

Closer, closer!

Miles could almost see Klein's hair waving in the wind behind him.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking the air came again. As soon as Mars's pupils contracted, his body instinctively jumped up before his brain reacted.

But

This is a fake!

"It's over."

This was the first reaction of miles who was shaken back.

He tried his best to turn around and look behind him. He happened to see the red ghost flying ball passing through the goal he was responsible for defending.

"Twenty cents."

Klein whispered, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Wow!!!"

"Jackie faking," that's "Jackie faking!"

"Klein, I love you and be my boyfriend!"

In addition to some strange words mixed with cheers, almost the whole game was crazy shouting at the chaser who scored 20 points in the beginning.

It's incredible.

These two goals hardly have any tactical shadow, which is the best embodiment of personal strength!

If they were the famous Quidditch stars in Europe, they might not be so excited. But that was Klein, who had long claimed that he was not interested in Quidditch.

God, what else is he not good at!

"Ron, you said I'll discuss with wood about whether I can change my position in the team."

In the cheering crowd, Harry Porter looked at the figure in the sky that attracted so much attention, and his heart was full of envy.

Why is he also a Quidditch player? His chaser can only get applause at the end of the game, while Klein's chaser can win a whole cheering.

It's not fair!

"I think wood will kick your ass."

Ron gave a bad smile and patted his friend on the shoulder.

Who was excited to be a seeker all night at first, but now dislikes the seeker's low sense of participation. What have you done?

"Alas."

Harry sighed.

Before, he always thought that the seeker was the real star and the winner of a game.

But now it seems that chasing players is also good.

No, wait.

A flash of light flashed through Harry's green eyes.

It's not that chasers are popular, but Klein's chasers are popular.

With his popularity, even as a goalkeeper, he is expected to win everyone's cheers.

Tut.

Harry, who knew the truth, curled his lips.

How can the gap between people be so big~