Chapter 164 The Damn Sorting Hat

Ten minutes came quickly. When the whistle sounded, Kyle raised his arms high and threw the Quaffle in his hand at the last second.

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

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

He was able to score two goals in one minute even though he needed to reach across the entire court to catch the ball. This result can be said to be very scary.

Three Quaffles were thrown in turns, but it was almost not enough. In the end, Professor McGonagall, who was watching from the sidelines, used the Transformation Curse to support two of them, and they barely managed to survive until the end.

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

Harris breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he returned to the ground. In these ten minutes, he truly experienced what it meant to be painful and happy.

I am happy because Hufflepuff has a talented chaser. If nothing else happens, the second-year student named Kyle will definitely become a key figure in their winning of the Quidditch Cup.

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

But here's the problem. The other two chasers are far different in strength from him. The three of them can't cooperate well at all. Almost every goal is scored by him alone.

This is undoubtedly a considerable test for his physical strength, which is why it is said that Hufflepuff is not good at protracted battles.

Another point is that if he is heavily marked by the opponent's players or gets injured and goes off the field, Hufflepuff will immediately be at a disadvantage.

Fortunately, Cedric, a talented seeker, was born last year. With him on the field looking for the Golden Snitch, it would be difficult for other colleges to drag out the game for too long.

Coupled with this year's Kyle, Hufflepuff's biggest shortcomings were immediately addressed.

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

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

Anyone who has been played like a fool for ten minutes will feel this way.

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

"Shut up, Philo!" Harris glared at him, "I feel that your skills have declined a bit recently. Come over for special training at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Eight o'clock!"

Ferro stopped laughing and said with a grimace: "Special training is okay, but is it okay at ten o'clock... No, nine o'clock, nine o'clock is okay too!"

Hufflepuff students are not as voluptuous as the top students in Ravenclaw, nor do they have as much energy as Gryffindor. They basically sleep until they wake up naturally on weekends.

Eight o'clock was a bit too difficult for him.

"No!" Harris snorted coldly: "Remember, come here at eight in the morning, and practice one minute later for an extra hour."

After saying that, Harris went straight to the stadium.

Although Kyle's performance was perfect, the process still has to go on.

He looked at the remaining two people and asked, "Which of you will come next?"

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

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

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

So no need to waste any more time.

Another person thought the same thing.

"I'm abstaining too...and don't pretend, just laugh if you want." As he said this, he actually laughed out loud.

Hufflepuff had another genius, and he was naturally very happy.

"Ahem...the professors are watching, be serious." Harris pretended to scold him with a straight face.

It's okay to be happy, but you have to wait until we get to the common room. There are so many professors around now, so it's not okay to act too proud.

Easy to wear small shoes.

Harris suppressed his excitement and tried to look serious.

"Since you all decide to abstain, then..."

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

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

Professor Sprout watched them from the stands with a smile like a blooming biting kale.

But Professor McGonagall next to her was different.

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

It hurts, it hurts so much!

Why is such a Quidditch genius not in Gryffindor!

Professor McGonagall was sure that with Kyle and Harry Potter, Gryffindor would be invincible.

But alas, he's a Hufflepuff.

Damn the Sorting Hat...

"Ah sneeze!"

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

"It's really strange." Dumbledore glanced at it curiously, "Do you also catch a cold?"

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

The Sorting Hat wanted to rub its head with the brim of its hat, but it couldn't reach it, so in the end it could only wipe its mouth.

"Albus, I think someone may have evil intentions for me."

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

Dumbledore smiled and said, "As far as I know, no student hates the college they are in. If so, how could they have bad intentions towards you?"

"That's true..." The Sorting Hat nodded in agreement. Its decision is never wrong.

"Am I really catching a cold?"

The Sorting Hat fell into 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 it in the air, and a small bottle appeared in his hand instantly.

"This is the most effective cold medicine."

"Then try it." The Sorting Hat thought for a while and opened his 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 on the brim of the hat.

Because it can't eat, it must not be taken internally, it can only be applied externally.

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

But neither of the two people present cared about it.

"How do you feel?" Dumbledore asked.

"I think... it should be much better." The Sorting Hat tucked its brim, "At least it doesn't sneeze now."