Damn Sorting Hat

Ten minutes passed quickly, and as the whistle blew, Kyle raised his arm high and threw the Quaffle at the last second.

However, due to the great distance, Harris intercepted the ball, successfully breaking his "zero" record.

At this moment, the scoreboard next to the court was frozen at 210, which meant that Kyle had scored a total of 21 goals in ten minutes.

To score two goals in a minute when you have to cross the entire field to receive the ball is an astonishing achievement.

Three Quaffle were almost not enough to keep up with demand, and Professor McGonagall, who was watching from the sidelines, had to use Transfiguration Spell to help with two of them, which barely kept them going until the end.

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

Harris breathed a heavy sigh of relief upon returning to the ground. In those ten minutes, he truly experienced what it meant to experience both pain and pleasure.

The reason for their joy is that Hufflepuff has produced a genius Chaser, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, that second-year student named Kyle will definitely become the key figure in their Quidditch Cup victory.

Harris was one of Hogwarts' best Chaser, and he scored the majority of Hufflepuff's points in every game.

But here's the problem: the other two Chaser are far less skilled than him, and the three of them simply can't coordinate well. He almost always scores by himself.

This was undoubtedly a considerable test of his physical strength, which is why there is a saying that Hufflepuff is not good at prolonged battles.

Another point is that if he is heavily marked by the opposing players or gets injured and has to leave the field, Hufflepuff will immediately be at a disadvantage.

Fortunately, last year saw the emergence of a genius Seeker, Cedric. With him on the field searching for the Golden Snitch, it was difficult for other houses to drag out the game for too long.

With the addition of Kyle this year, Hufflepuff's biggest weakness has been completely addressed.

Harris could practically see the Quidditch Cup beckoning to him; how could he not be happy?

As for the pain... that's simple too.

Anyone would feel this way if they were made a fool of for ten minutes.

"Captain, thank goodness you didn't sign up to be the goalkeeper," one of the team members joked. "Otherwise, we probably would never have won the Quidditch Cup."

"Shut up, Fello!" Harris glared at him. "I feel like your skills have slipped a bit lately. Come over for intensive training tomorrow morning at eight."

"Eight o'clock!"

Fello's smile vanished, replaced by a bitter expression. "Special training is fine, but how about 10 o'clock... no, 9 o'clock, 9 o'clock is also okay!"

Hufflepuff students aren't as academically gifted as Ravenclaw students, nor do they have the boundless energy of Gryffindor; they generally sleep in until they naturally wake up on weekends.

Eight o'clock is really too much for him.

"No way!" Harris snorted. "Remember, come at eight in the morning. One minute late and you'll get an extra hour of practice."

After saying that, Harris went straight to the court.

Although Kyle's performance was impeccable, the process still needs to continue.

He looked at the remaining two and asked, "Who's next?"

The two fifth-graders exchanged a glance and both shook their heads nonchalantly.

One of them shrugged and said, "No need, I'm abstaining."

Although Harris was suspected of tanking in the end, even if Kyle's score were halved, he still couldn't have achieved it.

So there's no need to waste any more time.

The other person thought the same thing.

"I'm abstaining too... and 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, be serious." Harris said, putting on a stern face and scolding him.

It's fine to be happy, but we should wait until we get to the common room. There are so many professors watching right now; we can't be too smug.

They are easily targeted and discriminated against.

Harris suppressed his excitement and tried his best to appear serious.

"Since you have all decided to abstain, then..."

He walked up to Kyle, extended his hand, and said, "Congratulations, Kyle, you're now the team's Chaser."

"It's my pleasure, Captain." Kyle extended his hand and shook his.

Professor Sprout watched them from the stands, his smile as bright as a blooming, Biting Cabbage.

But Professor McGonagall next to her was different.

Professor McGonagall gripped the "Advanced Guide to Transfiguration" tightly in her hand, her body still trembling uncontrollably.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

Why isn't such Quidditch genius in Gryffindor!

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

Unfortunately, he was a Hufflepuff.

Damn Sorting Hat...

Achoo!

On the Seventh Floor, in the Headmaster's Office, Sorting Hat, who was composing a new piece of music, suddenly sneezed.

"That's strange." Dumbledore looked at it curiously. "You can catch a cold too?"

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

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

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

I'm still more inclined to believe you just have a cold.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "As far as I know, no student dislikes their own house, so why would they have any ill intentions towards you?"

"That makes sense..." The Sorting Hat nodded in agreement; its decisions were never wrong.

"Do I really have a cold?"

The Sorting Hat was caught in a wave of self-doubt. But it was just a hat, and Godric Gryffindor didn't seem to have included this detail when they created it!

"I don't know if Pepperup Potion will work for you... but want to give it a try?"

Dumbledore went to the Sorting Hat, reached into the air, and instantly produced a small bottle in his hand.

"This is the most effective cold medicine."

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

"Just some little tricks." Dumbledore calmly poured the Pepperup Potion into the mouth of the Sorting Hat... or rather, onto the brim.

Since it cannot eat, internal administration is definitely not an option; it can only be applied externally.

The medicine seeped into the Sorting Hat little by little, leaving a large dark brown stain, making it look even dirtier.

But neither of the two people present seemed to care.

"How are you feeling?" Dumbledore asked.

"I think... I'm much better." The Sorting Hat adjusted the brim of its hat. "At least I'm not sneezing anymore."