Chapter 96： Wood's wish

Chapter 96 Wood's Wish

"You are the youngest academy teammate in a century. I know it. I know it." Colin didn't care what Harry said. He was so excited just thinking about Harry's things in his head. Shine.

"You must be the best player. I haven't flown yet. I don't know if it will be difficult. This is your broomstick, it's so beautiful." Colin trot with Harry all the way, talking nonstop , From time to time to make a fuss about discovering some new situations.

Harry was very helpless, but couldn't think of a way to get rid of him. He just felt like he was following a chatty shadow, chattering and chattering all the way.

"I haven't seen a Quidditch game yet, but I've heard people say that there are four balls, two of which are flying around, trying to knock people off the broom?" Colin said all the way. Keep your breath, even if Harry ignored him, he still said happily by himself, "I wish I could get an autographed photo of your game."

"There are two walking **** in the Quidditch game." Harry exhaled helplessly and began to explain the detailed rules of the Quidditch game to Colin to prevent him from pulling the words back to the autographed photo. Each team has two dedicated players to knock the ball away from their teammates. They are the protectors of their teammates, and Fred is the Gryffindor batter."

"Oh, that's awesome, what does the other ball do?" Colin listened to Harry, and immediately forgot about the autographed photo and asked about Quidditch's rules.

"There is a big red ball, which is a ghost fly ball, which is used to score goals. The three pursuers in the team are responsible for passing the ball back and forth, avoiding the defense of the opposing team, and then passing the ball across the court. The goal above is the ring on the three long pillars."

"Is there another ball?" Colin continued to ask.

"The last one is called the Golden Snitch." Harry's voice was slightly lifted. This is the ball he touches the most and his task in the team. "It is the smallest ball, the size of a pigeon egg. It is very fast and difficult. Catch. But the center of the game is to catch it. After the seeker catches it, the game can end. Once the Golden Snitch is caught, the team will get one hundred and fifty points."

"I know you are a Gryffindor seeker, and you led the team to victory." Colin heard his roommate talk about this, and he looked at Harry with admiration. For a century, only Harry was in the first grade. Entering the Quidditch game, he also led the team to victory.

"Victory is everyone's credit." Harry replied in a serious manner. The team is a collective sport. Maybe the seeker is indeed the most important, but everyone is essential. "There is also a goalkeeper who is responsible for keeping the goal. ,And that's all."

They walked through the castle, through the grass, their pants and shoes were stained with morning dew.

Colin kept asking questions along the way from the lawn to the court. Fortunately, he didn't ask Harry to sign him. He waited until the locker room when Harry finally dumped him and he couldn't get in. Changing room, "Thank God."

"I'm going to find a seat in the stands, Harry." Colin was blocked from the locker room, shouted to Harry shrillly, and then hurried to the stands.

Other Gryffindor teammates also waited in the locker room and were all groggy. Only Wood was completely awake. Fred sat slumped in a cross chair, his eyes swollen and his hair messed up. Arya Spinnet, a fourth-grade girl next to her, was leaning against the wall, her two eyelids fighting non-stop.

The other two chasers, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell are leaning against each other, yawning again and again.

Harry had been awakened by Colin on the road, but when he saw the appearance of his teammates, he started to feel a little sleepy, "How did Wood, this guy rush into the girls' dormitory and call them?"

Of course Wood couldn't rush into the girls' dormitory. Even if he had this idea, he would not have the ability. When he shouted the names of his teammates downstairs in the lounge, he had already caused a lot of resentment for the team.

But he didn't care. At this time, Wood was completely ignited by his Quidditch soul. He was so energetic that his teammates could not bear it. He was holding a large drawing board with Quidditch pitches painted on it, with lines, arrows and signs in various colors.

He took out his magic wand and tapped it on the drawing board. The arrows acted like ants on the map, demonstrating his tactics. Wood explained his new tactics with excitement on his face, and said the key points are still dancing.

Fred had begun to snore, and Harry was not awake a bit.

The first drawing board lasted for nearly twenty minutes, but Wood took out the second and third. Harry was completely unconscious, he only knew that he only needed to catch the Golden Snitch, and it was useless to talk so much.

Wood talked and talked in a calm, non-tonal voice, everyone fell asleep.

"That's it Wood finally came back to his senses, he finished.

Everyone also finished speaking with this sound, and suddenly became sober.

It was incredible. When Harry heard "That's it," Harry suddenly became energetic. He didn't expect that his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain.

"Does everyone understand? Is there any problem?" Wood continued to ask. He spoke too high on his own. He had never noticed whether anyone was listening. Now when he came back to his senses, no one seemed to be listening.

"I have a question, Wood." Fred was also completely awake, Wood's words seemed to be magical, and as soon as he started speaking, Fred felt that he had been hypnotized. But when he finished speaking, Fred felt refreshed, "Why didn't you tell us this when we were all awake yesterday?"

Wood's face was a bit heavy, "Guys, we won the Quidditch trophy for the first time in seven years. This year we have a bigger advantage and we can defend the title, but other teams will not easily admit defeat."

Wood is already in the sixth grade, next year will be the last year, facing the pressure of graduation to find a job. Not surprisingly, he will withdraw from the team next year. Last year was his only one-year victory since joining the team. And this year may also be his last year in the team, he is eager to win more than anyone, eager to end his memory of the academy team with victory.

Harry couldn't feel this at all. He joined the Quidditch team in the first grade, not only creating the smallest player history, but also leading the team to the championship. He has plenty of time and plenty of opportunities to get more honors. Quidditch matches are not as demanding for him as they are for Wood Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest, The hottest serial works are all at mobile users, please go to read.