Parents These Days Spoil Their Children Too Much, Making Education Very Difficult

Parents these days spoiled their children too much, making education very difficult.

"Toot! Match suspended!"

This Quidditch match not only broke Hogwarts' record for the fastest goal, but also set a new record for the fastest suspension. The players had barely taken to the air, and their Flying Broomsticks were not even warm beneath them, when they had to stop again.

Faced with his teammate's desperate plea for help, Harry had no choice but to use one of their precious timeouts, descending to the ground to find out what Little Wolf had gone mad over this time.

Yes, Harry had long since grown used to Little Wolf occasionally going crazy. If Little Wolf had not truly been such an outstanding Beater, and reasonably normal most of the time, Harry would have replaced him ages ago.

"Brother-in-law! That was amazing! How did you make that feint look so real?"

The moment her feet touched the ground, Gabrielle ran over to Bell. During practice, he had never displayed such superb technique, so seeing it now left Gabrielle extremely excited.

"Because it was not a feint at all. My reactions were simply fast enough. When I realized someone was blocking my way, I improvised."

With Bell's level of experience—having played only a handful of proper Quidditch matches—how could he possibly know how to perform feints? Though he was quite good at making something fake look real.

"I see... Um, brother-in-law, Little Wolf... he has not really been won over by you, has he?"

Taking the chance to lean close to Bell, Gabrielle cautiously looked around before lowering her voice and asking curiously.

"How could that be? Do I look like someone who would do that?"

Bell flatly denied his teammate's slander.

What a joke. Leaving aside whether he would do something so beneath