The Out-of-Control Nimbus 2200

Ron took the flying broom and headed towards the center of the arena.

This wasn't a big deal, at least not for Ron.

Because he often took rare and unfamiliar items from the contraband collected by Prefect Neville... to play with himself.

If he were the Prefect, he would probably have gone even further.

So, borrowing the flying broomsticks from the female students is nothing unusual.

(In the original work, Ron is indeed this tasteless, as described many times. He takes advantage of his position Prefect to confiscate items from younger students for his own amusement.)

The two little girls seemed frightened and didn't follow to learn; they quickly ran away.

I wonder if she went to Professor McGonagall to complain.

Ron dragged his newest broom toward the center of the court.

Then, a large man with tiger-like arms, a wasp waist, mantis-like legs, and thick, coarse hair was seen chatting enthusiastically with Harry.

"We met on the train, in the old slug's carriage," McLaggen said, shaking hands with Harry.

"My name is Cormac McLaggen, and I want to run for goalkeeper."

Ron's heart skipped a beat; it was a competitor.

The opponent has a significant physical advantage; even if they stand still, their size would completely block all three goalposts.

Harry clearly thought so too.

Although he didn't particularly like this arrogant seventh-grade senior,... his physique was really great.

Look at that height, that physique, that big, perky butt, those sexy biceps...

He's at least two sizes bigger than Ron, so he'll be a great asset when Harry needs McLaggen!

"Why didn't you participate in the selection before?" Harry asked curiously.

"I was still in the hospital when the selection process was underway last year," McLaggen said, with a hint of boasting.

"I made a bet that I ate a pound of Doxy eggs."

Harry: "..."

He has the physical ability, but his mind doesn't seem to be working very well.

Ron laughed out loud, remembering the incident... it was the twins who did it.

He had also heard the twins mention it:

The year Charlie graduated, McLaggen and William enrolled together. McClargan, a freshman, wanted to participate in the selection process, but a ball smashed Charlie's skull.

From then on, every captain tried to prevent him from having the opportunity to participate in the competition.

But this year, all the veteran players who competed with Charlie back then have graduated.

Without any insiders to stop him, McLaggen finally had the chance to unleash his milky talent on Harry.

Harry was also hesitant; he felt that Gryffindor's performance this year would definitely place them in the top four.

But Professor McGonagall's goal... is the championship.

Let's compromise: we should at least make it to the finals, right?

Last year, Ron proved with his abilities that in crucial moments... he's no good.

In this situation, we need to find a more reliable goalkeeper.

Of course, Harry still wanted Ron to be selected so he could continue playing Quidditch against his brother.

If you're not good at Quidditch, then after graduation, join William's Quidditch club and play your hometown Quidditch.

Out of consideration for Ron, Harry deliberately put the goalkeeper selection match last.

This way there will be fewer people on the court, which will put less pressure on Ron.

Unfortunately, all those players who didn't make the cut, along with many others who had just finished breakfast, are now joining the spectators.

There were even more people in the stands than before.

Each time a goalkeeper flew toward the goal, the audience erupted in the same enthusiastic cheers and jeers.

Standing aside and offering opinions is an essential skill for every audience member.

Harry glanced at Ron, whose face was now a deep, emerald green, just like King Piccolo.

The first five players each managed to save a maximum of two balls.

To Harry's delight, Cormac McLaggen saved five balls in a row.

He also correctly predicted and saved the last tricky ball.

He has an IQ of C- but technical skills of A+ and physical attributes of S, making him a crucial piece of the puzzle for winning the championship.

Then it was Ron's turn. Harry decided that if Ron also made it into the top five, he would select both of them, one as a starter and the other as a towel-wielding sideliner.

William and Hermione were sitting in the audience.

Those two little girls ran off after I gave them the broom.

William didn't pay much attention and continued chatting with Hermione about writing Voldemort's biography.

After Anne was selected, the two stopped paying attention to the competition.

But then, shouts suddenly rang out beside me.

Good luck, Weasley! Go for it!

William looked up and saw that it was Lavender Brown.

He remembered that she and Ron had once attended Yule Ball together.

But for some reason, Ron tore someone's skirt to shreds and then had to go back to the dorm to sew it up... Apparently, the skirt was shared by someone else.

Unexpectedly, two years later, Lavender started cheering Ron on again.

This must be true love.

Lavender was jumping around excitedly.

It was the first time a girl had cheered him on, and Ron seemed to be encouraged as well.

He tossed his hair and hopped on the latest Nimbus 2200.

A gentle breeze blew by.

Ron took a deep breath.

Absolutely perfect.

He felt that perfect sense of control he had gained during his private training return to his body.

He seemed able to save any ball, no matter what it was.

At this moment, he is the God of Quidditch!

Ron glanced at Ginny, who was preparing to serve, smiled dismissively, and then beckoned her hand, saying:

"Come on, unleash your full power, and let me test... my capacity!"

Ginny took a deep breath. Since Ron had said so, she, who had originally planned to go easy on him, would no longer hold back.

She gripped the Quaffle, twisted her waist, pushed off with her legs, spun her arm, and pulled back with a spiral.

A tricky banana kick.

"I see it! I see the trajectory!" Ron shouted in his heart.

"From this day forward, the Gryffindor hoop will be guarded by me Ron Weasley!"

He gently wiggled his hips, controlling the broom to fly upwards.

A good broom really makes a difference; I used to be limited in my abilities because of it.

Ron thought to himself.

He felt great, he was about to touch the ball, just a little bit more, just a little bit more...

he,

He watched helplessly as the Quaffle flew past him.

He got too high!

No, it wasn't that he lifted him up high, but rather the broom... which was still rising into the air.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Nimbus 2200 seemed to have gone out of control, spiraling through the sky.

It's like a balloon filled with air, releasing air and undergoing Brownian motion in the sky.

There are no rules... and it's very fast!

All that could be heard was Ron's terrified screams. "Aaaaaaah!"

"Ron, Ron!" Harry shouted.

But less than two seconds later, Ron, with Nimbus 2200, vanished completely, like a kite with a broken string.

The students were left speechless.

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