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Chapter 370 Whose Selection Competition Is This?
"I'm the scorekeeper?"

In the auditorium, Andrew, who was happily having a meal, suddenly had a class leader appear in front of him, followed by a mandatory appointment - from his own dean.

"No, last year's top student training class was to improve the college score. I'm going to be a scorekeeper for the trial? Please, Dean, the decline of the college team will probably start from today."

Andrew thought sadly, but he agreed without any delay.

Not to mention that this is a small matter, he would agree even if it took a little more time - let alone whether the dean really taught him anything, the privileges he got in the academy alone should be used to contribute to the college.

Besides, the matter of scorer was okay for Bell, who was selected as the team's reserve, but the other roommates stared at him with an expression of "how come such a good thing fell on your head" and he really didn't know how to refuse.

"It's just one afternoon's work, no big deal."

"Also," Norman lowered his voice, "the dean asked you to register on the Quidditch team. You have to follow us when we practice every Sunday afternoon. You have to fly thirty miles and follow us the whole time, but you can freely read books and do homework on the field."

"Ah, in name only?"

Andrew just stood there in a daze. What was the dean doing?
"Don't worry, no one will have any objections," Norman patted Andrew's shoulder, "You have contributed to the use of those brooms, and you are not playing in the game. As for flying, it's easy to say. The broom of the substitute seeker will belong to you."

He obviously thought Andrew was very happy - even in Ravenclaw, there were countless students willing to be on the team. The number one sport in the wizarding world was no joke.

Even though the dean is a bit biased, isn't there still Slytherin ahead?

It's just a name. If you want to have a name, you should publish a paper. Otherwise, you have to rely on your hard power to get in. The team is not without nominal substitutes.

Besides, didn't the dean let him practice flying? It's not a big deal. Anyone who has a problem can come to him, the prefect!

"It's settled," Norman looked at Andrew, who was beaming with joy, and whispered, "Go to the stadium earlier this afternoon. Don't be too casual about today's selection."

"Andrew you guy."

The moment Norman left, before Andrew could figure out what the professor was saying, Hal looked at him with gritted teeth.

"Did you make a wish with the dean at the end of last school year?"

Kevin asked with a little jealousy, and even the taciturn Hughes had obvious envy on his face.

That's the Quidditch house team!

Which college student doesn't plan to join the college team? It's just that their strength is not enough. They know their level in the flying class.

"I must get first place in Charms this semester."

Kevin muttered to himself, as if he was having a strange fantasy - looking at his roommate like this, Andrew couldn't even say a word, "I don't actually want to go."

To be precise, it wasn't just his roommates. Although Norman lowered his voice, some people still heard it, and the news spread to all the dining tables in the college in just a few minutes.

Andrew received a lot of envious looks, "Norman, this guy, did it on purpose, right?"

He thought about it in his mind, but soon realized that it was intentional.

This is the honor of being a member of the college Quidditch team!
"If I hadn't experienced similar looks a few times before, I would have been so overwhelmed that I wouldn't know what to do."

Even Andrew, who usually had no interest in Quidditch, now felt that Quidditch was a very attractive sport.

However, before he could calm down, the captain of the Quidditch team, Erin Bree, came over and said, "Congratulations. Don't worry, the brooms are ready. It's just that the jerseys will take some time. After all, the notice came late, so I can't order them until later. There's no need to be stressed about training, just follow the pace enough. But you have to work harder on flying. The dean specifically told me that the flying distance must be enough."

Without waiting for Andrew to answer, she left cheerfully. 'What is the dean doing?'

He was a little confused, but there was no doubt that this was definitely not a punishment.

'Just treat it like exercise, just basking in the sun on the court.'

It is not forbidden to take books with you, so it is not a big problem. You can read a book while watching your teammates practice after the flight.

Irene's arrival once again confirmed the truth of the matter - there was no doubt about it now, not only the students of Ravenclaw, but also the students of other colleges knew about it.

Amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, Andrew quickly finished his lunch and left the auditorium.

"As expected of a third year, the pressure is high... Next I will take a nap and then use the time-twister to participate in the trials."

-

"Although I'm happy to be participating in the trials, I don't know why," Bell said, carrying his broom (he was a substitute before and had to use the replacement), "I always feel discouraged when I think that Andrew has completed the trials ahead of time."

"Look at the bright side of things. I was really hit hard by my Charms class last year."

Kevin had an expression on his face that I was used to.

"It's not me who's number one. It's the Weasley family."

"What's the difference? He wants to trade places with you..." Hal made a disdainful gesture, "But then again, you've already been to the dean's office two or three times since the beginning of this semester. Is that because of this?"

"Is this really a negotiation? A reward for last year's good grades?"

How does this fit in?
Andrew swore - before today, he never thought that he would be listed in the school team.

He went there just to understand a few obscure spells. He was not talented enough in this area and could not learn it completely on his own. The dean happened to say that he should make more trips, so he just took the opportunity to do so.

"Isn't it because the dean annoyed me that you kicked him off the team?"

"It shouldn't be... it's just a little more frequent than last year."

"Time," Hughes reminded in a low voice, "seems to be almost up."

He was absolutely right—there were already a lot of people around, especially Andrew, who also had the task of being the recorder.

-

"The Time Turner is being used for rest again?"

Dumbledore smiled happily, "How do you feel about this usage, Minerva?"

"I should have learned something," Professor McGonagall sighed. "I was so absorbed in learning that I didn't think of this at all."

"But Filius really cares about him. He directly put him in the school team and even paved the way for him to be accepted." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "But I always feel that Andrew's mentality is much better than we thought. Using a time turner to sleep... He really can give us surprises."

"Yes, I couldn't agree more," Professor McGonagall nodded. "I must speak to Miss Granger about this novel use. Her detention is almost over and she is exhausted."

(End of this chapter)