Chapter 90

"A little trick, at least you're willing to talk to me, aren't you? Violet—three bottles of strong liquor!"

Sir Cadogan shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Alright, Sir, you really have a way."

Lady Violet, wearing a long dress, smiled helplessly; she was a good sport.

"Aha—even for the sake of the strong liquor, I have to give you some advice."

Sean looked at the seemingly unreliable knight with some suspicion.

Who knew this knight would jump up directly, then be kicked far away by the startled pony, but he quickly climbed up again:

"I've watched five centuries of Quidditch, little Green, I'm even more familiar with it than that lady who teaches the class!"

"Please tell me."

Sean took out his notebook instantly.

"Mmhmm, this is a secret recipe. Except for the young wizards I take a liking to, I wouldn't tell a soul.

The last one who accepted this technique was called Potter or something, that was also a talented guy..."

Sir Cadogan carried a look of nostalgia.

"Let me tell you, when wizards invented the flying broomstick, it wasn't because only broomsticks could fly,

but because wizards carved their own spells onto the broomsticks. You aren't riding a broomstick, but a spell.

It is the spell that gives the broomstick the magic to fly. When you realize this, you will understand—

control yourself, and you can control the flight."

It seemed to make sense. Sean thanked him sincerely:

"Thank you."

"Mmhmm—"

Sir Cadogan's chin was about to lift to the sky.

After Sean left, the knight muttered:

"Little Green, don't move the monk portrait this time. Last time Lady Violet chased me all day with a broomstick..."

The fireplace in the Ravenclaw common room is always cozy.

The young wizards habitually sat around talking about Quidditch.

Sean remembered Sir Cadogan's words, Potter... talented...

No matter which Potter it was, they seemed to have extremely high talent for Quidditch.

Harry even relied on flying skills to pass the obstacles on the fourth floor and traverse the dragon's obstacles in the Triwizard Tournament to seize the Golden Egg.

Then could he...

No, how could Sir Cadogan tell?

Friday,

Hogwarts' Quidditch pitch lay quietly on the edge of the Forbidden Forest; this was an arena cast with magic.

On both sides of the three-hundred-foot-long oval field stood three golden poles, and in the middle was the scoring zone, looking like a giant's ball game.

There are quite a few stories about this goal.

It used to be a hoop, right at the top of the pole. Later it was reformed into a goal between two poles.

The reason for the reform was also simple; in the north near Barnton,

the wizards there placed those tiny baskets on the opposing team's goalposts, and you couldn't even put a grape inside.

But at their own end, they could even make those wicker-woven holes rotate.

The Department of Magical Games and Sports took a big tumble there, and later the reform was forced through.

At that time, angry protesters gathered in the hall threw a large number of baskets, and the reform representative from the department was forced to retreat step by step.

Another interesting point is that

these subsequent riots were stirred up by those troublemaking goblins.

Under the high golden poles, the young wizards of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also entered the field.

"Sean, that broomstick is too thin, isn't it? Can you even ride this?"

Sean heard Justin's low inquiry.