This is the True Broomstick

Without a doubt, Durmstrang was the designer of this level.

The Bludger, the Golden Snidget... this is clearly a level tailor-made for Krum, and it's not even an act.

They even prepared brooms...

Kyle picked up the broom that was floating beside him.

The broom was new, with a protective wax coating, but when Kyle picked it up, he found it to be huge and heavy, almost like it was made of stone. Forget Firebolt, even Comet 260 from the school's broom room was much lighter.

At the end of the broom handle, Kyle found a line of small gold text. "Shooting Star One."

Good heavens, the first broom in the Cleansweep Series, a product from seventy years ago.

It's really impressive that the Ministry of Magic could find a new broom, one that's practically an antique and extremely rare even in the thrift store of the Room of Requirement.

After all, this thing is long outdated. In the Quidditch store in Diagon Alley, the oldest model has already been replaced by Shooting Star.

Kyle took a few steps forward with his broom and came to the edge of the cliff... To be honest, the sight of twenty-nine Bludger appearing at the same time was quite shocking. They flew rapidly through the air above the court without any pattern, emitting a series of low buzzing sounds.

As for the Golden Snidget, it only made a brief appearance before disappearing.

"Let's give it a try."

Kyle mounted the Shooting Star One and took to the air with a gentle push off the ground.

The Cleansweep Series has always been known for its quality. Even products from seventy years ago are still very stable, but they are too slow and require much more effort when turning.

For Kyle, who was used to Nimbus 2000, it was still somewhat difficult to adapt... and he didn't have time to adapt anyway.

After taking flight, the previously erratic Bludger suddenly found a target and all rushed towards Kyle... from all directions, almost blocking all routes.

Fortunately, Kyle hadn't flown far. Upon seeing this, he quickly turned his broom around and returned to the only available ground.

Once he stepped back onto the ground, the Bludger in the sky dispersed and stopped chasing him.

The situation for the second challenge is now basically clear: it's a unique "Seeker training" where you need to catch the Golden Snidget among 29 Bludger, and the only safe place is this circular platform with a radius of only one foot.

Kyle walked to the edge and looked down... He didn't know how deep it was, but it was definitely several hundred feet deep, and falling off the broom would surely mean certain death.

Of course... perhaps the school has other means to protect the Champion ' safety, but in that case, forget about getting a high score in this level.

"Fortunately, they set an Age Line."

In the stands, Ron looked at where Kyle was and said to Harry with a relieved expression, "If I had been there with Kyle... I probably would have stood there until the end of the match."

Even just looking at it here, he felt his legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Yes..." Harry nodded in complete agreement.

He does enjoy Quidditch and flying on a broomstick fifty feet in the air, but only under normal circumstances.

Someone like Kyle, who's flying over a sheer cliff while facing ten times more Bludger, probably wouldn't have the courage to take the first step... just like Delacour of Beauxbatons.

She tried it herself just now, and almost fell. It took her a lot of effort to get back onto the platform in a disheveled state... and then she didn't move again.

"Oh, look! Kyle threw the broom away!"

Upon hearing Hermione's shout, Harry quickly looked away from Phoebe and turned his gaze back to Kyle.

On the round platform, Kyle had already placed the Shooting Star One weapon in his hand aside.

"What's going on? Is he planning to give up?" Ron asked, frowning.

"Definitely not," Hermione said firmly. "He must have thought of another way."

Hermione was right; Kyle had indeed come up with a way to pass the challenge, and more than one at that.

Strictly speaking, this is actually much simpler than the first level. As long as you can overcome your fear of heights, passing the level is quite easy.

This is, after all, Triwizard Tournament, not Quidditch. They can use magic. As long as he destroys all those Bludger, he can focus on finding the Golden Snidget. Passing the level is only a matter of time.

However, this might slightly affect his rating, and most importantly, the Shooting Star One was too poor, making it very uncomfortable to ride... So Kyle decided to use the second method.

He raised his wand.

"Firebolt Accio!"

Kyle waited, and soon he heard something whooshing through the air behind him.

The Firebolt Sirius gave him flew around the field and into the Quidditch Pitch, stopping abruptly in mid-air beside him.

The voices from the crowd grew louder, and Bagman was shouting as well.

"A clever solution..."

Kyle could no longer hear what he said afterward.

He stepped onto the Firebolt and nimbly twirled in the air.

This was his first time using the Firebolt, and the effect was simply perfect. The Firebolt seemed to be an extension of his body; it could often react to a mere thought.

This is what Broomstick looks like... Shooting Star One is best left in a museum.

Kyle spun around again, and before he knew it, he had flown out of the area where the circular platform was located.

The Bludger immediately started moving.

However, Kyle didn't care at all this time. He simply raised his hands slightly, and the Firebolt immediately carried him away from the encirclement of the Bludger.

Kyle darted nimbly among the Bludger like a nimble swift.

"A brilliant broom flip! He dodged an attack that was almost certain to hit!"

Bagman seemed to have completely forgotten about the other two. "Oh, that's angled flight... Depp floats and dodges... I never thought anyone at Hogwarts could fly so well... He should join a professional team; he'd have a chance to represent the national team in the next Quidditch World Cup!"

The cheers from the stands grew louder and louder, and countless fireworks exploded in the sky.

On the referee's stand, Karkaroff's face was terribly gloomy, Dumbledore, in stark contrast, was clapping with a broad smile.

Moreover, he not only laughed himself, but also wanted to share this joy with others.

"Karkaroff, do you have any teams you'd recommend?"

"What?" Karkaroff seemed to have just come to his senses.

"I mean, if that kid's thinking about it, joining a professional team would be a good option. Bagman is right, England hasn't reached the Quidditch World Cup final in far too long."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "But I don't know much about this myself, so I wanted to ask for your opinion... If I remember correctly, you spent almost a year with Viktor, scouting various teams, right?"

Madame Maxime, standing next to him, glanced at him slightly.

She had heard about this before, during the year the decision was made to restart the Triwizard Tournament, but she didn't know that the other party had been with Viktor Krum all along.

This means that Krum will have to delay his graduation by a year due to the disruption to his studies.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Looking at Olympe Maxime's increasingly strange expression, Karkaroff kept twirling his goatee with his fingers. "Viktor is extremely talented, and I have to fulfill my responsibility as a principal to help him find the most suitable team."

"The principal's responsibility?" A hint of disdain flashed in Olympe Maxime's eyes; he seemed to want to laugh, but he held it back.

She didn't say anything more, but turned her head to continue looking at Phoebe on the field.