Hogwarts Shippuden

On the night after the Quidditch selection, Cedric took the new recruits and started the Hufflepuff Quidditch team's traditional art - devil training.

On the Quidditch training ground that Grindelwald built for his son, the new and old Hufflepuffs stood face to face in two rows.

Different from the calmness of the old players, the new members are very shocked by the level of embarrassment of their own team.

To expand a suitcase into a Quidditch training ground that covers an area of ​​dozens of square kilometers, it requires a very high level of achievement in the Traceless Stretching Charm.

And there is such a wide range of permanent weather spells, so that the box maintains such a sunny appearance.

Among the new students, only Rolf Scamander, who had seen his grandfather's magical zoo suitcase, did not widen his eyes in surprise.

"Even though you all already know me, I still have to make a formal introduction of myself."

Cedric had his hands on his hips and his face stern, showing no doubt the demeanor of an instructor honed in military training.

"I'm the captain of the Hufflepuff team, the Seeker, and your future Quidditch coach!"

"I called you here tonight to train you!"

His voice suddenly increased by thirty decibels, "We old players are your best big brothers!"

Cedric's sudden increase in the volume shocked these new players. The conditioned reflexes they had trained in the military training made them stand up straight and look straight ahead.

"If you don't know anything about Quidditch, you can ask us! We will kindly tell you!"

Cedric's eyes slowly swept across the faces of the row of new players in front of him.

Cedric was quite satisfied with their correct attitude.

"Now, please introduce yourself," he stretched out his hand and pointed at a girl standing on the far left of the line, "From you! Start!"

The girl who was pointed out froze for a moment, and then said a little embarrassedly, "I'm Susan Burns, a third-year student."

"Can't hear!" A voice came from the team.

Kyle came out from the back row of the crowd and coaxed, "I can't hear you at all!"

Zacharis, Shabby, and Cadwalad, just like the three doglegs, followed Kyle's footsteps and walked to the front of the team.

"Say it again! Do it again!"

"You still want to play Quidditch in such a low voice!?"

After Kyle coaxed like this, Susan Burns, who was inspired to be bloody, slammed her chest that was beginning to take shape, took a deep breath, and burst out the loudest volume she could roar in her life:

"Susan Burns! Third grader!"

"Okay! The next one!" Cedric was very satisfied with the spirits of the new gang.

It's much better than the fish belly when he first joined the team.

The previous captain always looked like he was overindulging and would never wake up. How could the teammates he brought out were any better?

"Wayne Hopkins!" With Susan as a precedent, Wayne also raised his voice as much as possible, "third grader!"

"Good! Very energetic! Next!"

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After the brief self-introduction session, it is the trial training session that the seniors like to see most, or the pretending session of the old players.

Cedric took the crate that Zacharis handed over, and looked up at the many new members in front of him, "I don't need to introduce the rules of Quidditch to you again, right?"

As he spoke, he crouched down and opened the crate, revealing four **** of varying sizes inside.

"The selection test you went through on the Quidditch pitch in the morning was the most basic part."

Unfastening the leather buckle on the Bludger, Cedric quickly held down the two Bludgers who wanted to soar into the sky.

"The next link is to lead you to familiarize yourself with the various positions of Quidditch Bizer, so that you can conduct targeted training in the future."

Kyle took one of the Bludgers from Cedric, dunked his fingers slightly inward, and easily controlled the constantly struggling Bludgers.

"Let's test first, whether you have the talent to be a hitter." Kyle said with his empty right hand pointing to a row of targets fifteen meters away.

The strange-colored pupils narrowed slightly, and their eyes locked on a target farther away.

Distance, three hundred meters.

Wind speed, temperature, and air humidity can all be ignored in the face of absolute power.

Target, lock on!

Kyle picked up a bat, and transformed it into titanium alloy material in an instant.

The left hand threw the Bludger, and the club in the right hand slammed it away.

Vigorously miracle!

A black streamer flew straight out like lightning.

Just the aftermath of the displaced air plowed a shallow ravine on the flat green lawn.

The black Bludger, like a cannonball, instantly smashed the target into pieces, and then smashed into the stands behind, effortlessly leaving a passage running through the stands.