Chapter 72: Quidditch school team selection (part 1)

The poor male student council president was besieged for half an hour in this way. When the Gryffindor students received the news and were ready to rescue their student council president, the female student council president had already brought her best friends. Long gone.
The Slytherin students came faster than Gryffindor, and they laughed loudly at the poor male student president. For the Slytherin students, Gryffindor was unlucky. It is the happiest thing.
　　 When the Gryffindor students rushed to the scene aggressively, what appeared in front of them became such a scene.
　　 The chairman of the Boys’ Student Union collapsed in the corner alone, staring blankly at the ceiling, with tears hanging down the corners of his eyes. The clothes on her body are messy, and the neckline has long been torn apart. The most overwhelming thing is that there are still a few black footprints remaining in several key parts of him, and I don't know which sturdy senior sister did it.
The Slytherin students once again surrounded the presidium of the Gryffindor Boys’ Student Union with a smile on their faces. They laughed wantonly, and some daring ones would come forward and poke the guy with their fingers. The Chairman of the Boys' Student Union, see if he is dead.
　　 Slytherin's strong onlookers naturally aroused dissatisfaction among the Gryffindors, and the two groups quickly mashed together, and they were about to fight.
　　 Mike was standing not far away with Franklin, smiling and watching the excitement, sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight or something, it was interesting.
　　 Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the Gryffindors, the poor male student council chairman was finally saved. Several senior students of Marathon University took advantage of their size to force him into the crowd to carry him out.
　　 This time the Slytherin students were not happy anymore, and some of them were so angry that they even took out their magic wands.
　　 Mike and Franklin were not the only ones sitting in the mountains watching the tigers fight. The students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw also gathered near Mike sometime. Seeing that an ordinary dispute was about to turn into a magic fight, everyone was extremely excited.
　　 However, there was a sudden explosion in the crowd on the opposite side, and as a cloud of blue-gray smoke floated up, the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin screamed and fled.
　　 Mike and the others thought that someone had used some powerful spell, so excited they couldn't help themselves. But the blue-gray smoke soon drifted to their vicinity, and a strange smell spread to the entire auditorium, which was a big dung bomb.
　　 Mike and Franklin had to cover their noses and left this place of right and wrong, using their to know that there is no one who can use such wicked things as dung bombs except for the Weasley brothers.
After finally returning to the Ravenclaw lounge, Mike and Franklin breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't know how many big dung eggs the Weasley brothers used. The disgusting stench not only permeated the entire auditorium, but even nearby the auditorium. A large area of ​​the country is contaminated.
　　 The two were panting, and a young man wearing Quidditch protective gear walked towards them. This person Mike knows, Roger Davis, Ravenclaw's sports star and the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
"Mike? I've been looking for you for a long time. Dean Flitwick recommended you to our Ravenclaw Quidditch team. It happened to be today that we have an open interview. Let's go." Roger snorted and said. "What smell is this on you, why is it so smelly."
　　 Mike understood it right away. Professor Flivy gave himself the Light Wheel 2001 not for nothing. The purpose is to make him join the Quidditch school team. He smiled bitterly and did not refuse, saying:
　　 "Well, I use my own flying broom, you should have a broom for testing, and my friend will also take the test."
　　 Roger glanced at Franklin next to Mike with some confusion. He didn't know Franklin. In fact, if it weren't for Professor Flivy's roll call, he wouldn't even know Mike. The Quidditch school team has a lot of training, and Roger has a lot of affairs as the captain, so he basically gave up all social activities.
　　 "Hello, this is Franklin Clinton." Franklin introduced himself to Roger without humility.
　　 "Okay, hurry up, everyone else is already waiting for us on the court." Roger left this sentence and turned and walked out of the Ravenclaw lounge.
　　 Mike showed a wry smile at Franklin and followed.
　　 Mike actually doesn't like Quidditch at all. This kind of ball game with loopholes in the rules is simply more barbarous than American football, and it is not enjoyable.
Quidditch often depends on the individual quality of the seeker and the quality of the broomstick. The equipment gap in the top professional leagues is still slightly smaller, such as Hogwarts and other internal school games. Not working. Just like Harry Potter in the original book, in the third year, in the third year, he was holding a firebolt dedicated to professional leagues to compete with other academies who are holding the light wheel series or even sweeping the flying broomsticks~EbookFREE.me~ Harry's flying speed was several times faster than the others, and it would be a ghost if he could still lose.
Not to mention that there are rules in the Quidditch rules that allow the batter to hit the opposing player. This leads to a very high probability of injury to Quidditch players. There are also students in the history of Hogwarts because of Quidditch. A record of death in a strange game.
　　 It's incredible that such a savage game has been sought after by most wizards in the world. In Mike's eyes, this is no different from the beasts of ancient Rome, and they are all and violent.
"Here we are."
　　 Roger's voice interrupted Mike's nonsense, and they had arrived at the Quidditch Stadium before they knew it.
　　 The first few days of each school year are when the Quidditch teams of each college recruit players, so today's Quidditch stadium is very lively.
　　 The usually sparsely sparse stands were full of seats at this time. Not only the old students, but also many freshmen came to the court to watch the excitement, which shows the status of Quidditch in the minds of wizards.
"Listen to Mike, since Professor Flitwick is optimistic about you, then I believe in your abilities. Now the Ravenclaw team still has a starting qualification for a batter, which is reserved for you. I will wait for you. Just go up and fly two laps." Roger said in a voice that only two of them could hear, "As for your friend, it's a pity that you can only serve as a substitute. We have plenty of substitutes, so you can choose whatever you want. Just one location."
　　 After that, Roger gave McBee an OK gesture.
　　 Mike has a dumbfounded look. Has the feeling that he has been appointed as a default player by Professor Flitwick?