Thanks to readers "lenxlee," "Reader 20210124165835801," and "Director of Some Mental Hospital" for the tips.
Once I reach January 5 and finish the Little Horn recommendation PK, I'll definitely post extra chapters!
Once the word count exceeds 200,000, I won't be able to compete for the Little Horn recommendation anymore. Please understand, QAQ.
(The author still has more than twenty chapters in reserve, so don't worry about me breaking my promise!)
It was another Saturday, and the Quidditch Pitch was once again packed with a sea of people.
Before the match began, there should have been the classic pre-game trash-talk segment, but between the Eagles and the Badgers, it was instead a harmonious handshake.
Even Madam Hooch's usual warning against fouls became, "I hope both sides will compete with skill and style."
Kyle strongly agreed with Madam Hooch's words.
When Ravenclaw's newly promoted Seeker, Cho Chang, came over to shake his hand, Kyle said to her:
"From your neat uniforms and friendly eyes, I can fully feel your sincerity and sportsmanship."
"Thank you," Cho replied with a smile.
But the moment she finished speaking, a huge silver wrench fell out of Kyle's robes.
The players on both sides were drawn by the noise. They looked down and instantly fell silent.
Without the slightest embarrassment, Kyle picked up the wrench.
"Don't be nervous, everyone. I have a Muggle car, and this wrench is for tightening its screws. Perfectly reasonable, right?"
Perfectly reasonable, perfectly reasonable. The little Eagles of Ravenclaw nodded blankly.
The next second, a hammer fell from inside Kyle's robes, and the two teams once again sank into an awkward silence.
"Just as I said, I have a Muggle car. It's perfectly logical to keep a hammer nearby too."
"Enough, Mr. Dumbledore," Madam Hooch said impatiently. "Hand over all