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Chapter 149 Quidditch Training

Orlando was sorting out the materials of the stone drum texts that day. Some of these materials were Orlando's conjectures after searching the Taoist classics, and some were the texts compiled by Hermione based on his translation. Linlin was always about a foot high.

Wood came over suddenly, looked at him very seriously but didn't speak.

"Wood, do you have something to ask me?" Orlando, who was trying to resist his useless understanding, asked doubtfully.

"This year's Quidditch season is about to begin," Wood mulled for a while, and then said: "Gryffindor has missed the trophy for seven consecutive years." He stared at Orlando with unusually firm eyes.

"And then?" Orlando was puzzled, and he was not a Quidditch player. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I heard that you have developed a magic that can make people see farther and more clearly?" Wood looked at him eagerly and asked.

"There is such a thing, but it's not mature yet." You can guess without thinking about Orlando, it must be Harry and Ron who said it with their big mouths.

This spell, which he named "Eagle Eye", came out of his mind recently when he was researching the other five great magical powers - Tianyantong, Tianertong, Fate, Magic Foot, and Leujintong.

This so-called "Eagle Eye" is to use special magic means to transform an invisible barrier at the eye position, and through this barrier, the human eye can have the dynamic vision of an eagle.

You must know that in the animal world, the eagle's vision is the best. Under normal circumstances, its vision range can reach 36 kilometers, while under the same conditions, the best vision range of humans is only 6 kilometers.

That is to say, once Orlando casts the "Eagle Eye" spell on someone, the person's visual range will be increased by six times, which is not stingy for a Quidditch player to add the existence of bafu.

"Can you show it to me?"

"Okay, no problem," Orlando pulled out his wand and tapped Wood's face lightly, and then pretended to read a spell in Chinese, "Hawkeye Tong, Chi!"

"I feel that my eyes have become bigger, and I can see everything very close." The sudden increase in vision made Wood a little dizzy when he saw nearby things. He staggered to the window and looked into the distance, "My God, I saw the elk in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and the murlocs in the Black Lake, what is that? A big group of centaurs, what are they doing, hunting?"

Wood looked around with great interest, as if he was wearing a large telescope, and he was surprised to see everything.

"It's really great, Orlando. With this, I think this year's Quidditch trophy must belong to Gryffindor." After Orlando released him from Hawkeye, Wood danced excitedly.

"Calm down Wood, this spell is not perfect, it can only last, um, about half an hour, I didn't do a specific experiment, so if you want to use this to defeat other academies, it's best to use it in the finals, and you must End the fight in half an hour."

"I think so too in Orlando, but I need me and my players to adapt to this state in advance before the game. You know, once you enter the game, the feel of the ball is a key part of winning the game. I hope you Can spare time for us to do a special training or something."

"No problem Wood, you can confirm the time and inform me in advance." Orlando nodded.

"What are you talking about?" After Wood walked away, Hermione, Harry and Ron leaned over. They were stopped by Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell just now. They are Gryffindors The best hitters, with a tacit understanding.

"Angelina said that Wood was talking to you about something very confidential, what exactly is it?" Hermione handed him a cup of milk tea and asked curiously.

"You have to ask Harry and Ron about that. I invented Hawkeye on my front foot, and Wood came to me on my back foot." Orlando took a sip of milk tea, which Hermione just learned recently. The taste is a bit weak but very refreshing.

"It's all my fault. I told them that Wood has been under too much pressure recently. Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch trophy for seven consecutive years. This year is his last year. We can't bear to lose this last chance. "Harry was quite honest and admitted it on his own initiative.

"Okay, I don't really blame you. If I were to blame, I wouldn't have promised him just now."

"You agreed?" Harry and Ron asked in unison.

"Of course, I'm also a member of Gryffindor. Is there anything wrong with helping your team win the championship?"

"It's all right, I mean, it's really nice." Harry seemed to see himself holding up the trophy.

Ron is also happy that his brother can realize his trophy dream.

"Okay, keep your mouth shut. Although there is no rule that Hawkeye cannot be used in the competition rules, it can only be used as a trump card in the finals. So before that, you'd better keep your mouth shut. The more people who know The less the better."

Harry and Ron covered their mouths and nodded repeatedly to show that they knew.

On Tuesday afternoon, Orlando came to the stadium as scheduled. In order to spare time, he specially borrowed a time converter from Hermione to let him go back to two hours ago.

Wood led the other team members to wait here early. He has a vigorous personality. After a simple greeting, he began to arrange training tasks. After the team members became familiar with the visual perception of Eagle Eye, he decisively announced the launch instructions.

Watching them change various formations above the court, Orlando, who was sitting in the stands, was bored. He leaned his head on the back of the chair, stretched his legs and leaned back so that he could lie flat. The sun is still very hot in this season , he hid half of his body in the shadows so that he could enjoy the sun without getting too hot.

Quidditch is the most popular and popular sport in the wizarding world. A Quidditch team has seven players: three Chasers, whose task is to throw the Quaffle (a red ball the size of a football) Scored by throwing into fifty-foot circular circles at either end of the field; two other batsmen, armed with heavy racquets to fend off bludgers (two buzzing around, waiting to attack players a heavy black ball); there is a goalkeeper who guards the goal and prevents the opponent from scoring; and finally there is a Seeker who has the most difficult task of finding and catching the Golden Snitch, a winged, walnut If you catch a small ball, the game is over, and the side that gets the small ball can get an extra 150 points.

In Orlando's view, this sport is the magic version of rugby, full of violence and Cormont, without technology and beauty.Of course, it is precisely because of this that it is loved by the majority of wizards. After all, there are too few entertainment activities in the wizarding world, and people always need some entertainment to pass the boring time.

Orlando squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, and the players who were training tactics were thinking about it.

"Hey, there's such a big Quaffle at hand, this can be missed too, Katie Bell right, right, pass, you fool"

"Fred? George? Which one is this, oh idiot, you pump hard, knock it out"

"Wood, pay attention to the bottom, this is obviously a curved ball, you can't see it with a drop, it's the wrong direction, really"

Orlando, who was originally just watching the excitement, will now enthusiastically act as an off-court coach on the sidelines of the court, which makes everyone who was still in a state of adaptation a little bit dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)