The Muggle Studies class was heated up for the entire day.
Young wizards, those who had been there, those who had not, junior and senior students, were all discussing yesterday's Muggle Studies class.
This hot topic came to an end only after dinner.
The young wizards began to discuss tomorrow's Quidditch trials enthusiastically.
In the Gryffindor common room, Charlie, as the captain of the Gryffindor team, was making a pre-war declaration to his teammates.
"I hope everyone can cheer up for tomorrow's tryouts."
Give it your all and beat those Slytherin guys!
We are the strongest!
Come on! Let's first guess how tomorrow's selection will be…"
At 8:20 on Saturday morning, when Sebastian arrived on the front lawn of the castle, the Quidditch teams from all four houses were already there.
Even Professor McGonagall was here, she was a huge Quidditch fan.
She didn't want to miss such a big event as the Quidditch school team selection.
The lawn was packed with people, and almost all the young wizards who were interested in Quidditch were there.
What Hogsmeade? Just stand aside when it comes to Quidditch!
Today's auditions were hosted by Professor Swan himself.
Don't forget, before Professor Swann came to Hogwarts, he was the world's number one seeker!
Besides, isn't this the Quidditch school team tryouts?
Why don't you go to the stadium?
The students were all looking forward to seeing what unique tricks Professor Swann, who was so versatile in the Muggle Studies class, would use in the Quidditch trials.
Sebastian looked at the four house Quidditch teams with satisfaction.
He frowned slightly when he saw the Slytherin team.
It lowered the average appearance of the Slytherin team a lot...
It's not a beauty pageant.
Just be good at Quidditch.
Sebastian greeted Professor McGonagall, then waved his hand and asked everyone to follow him to the bottom of the castle.
After a while, he brought the little wizards to an open flat area beside the Black Lake.
He first took out a few flying brooms specially used for the selection, and then took out the alchemical props specially prepared for the selection - a scoreboard more than two meters high.
Sebastian stretched out his wand, used magic to stand the scoreboard firmly on the ground, and then waved it towards the Black Lake.
Suddenly, colorful halos appeared above the Black Lake, like thousands of gorgeous rainbows, shining in the bright sunshine.
They surround the Black Lake, arranged in a high and low, staggered manner. The diameter of the halo is two meters, and there is a big number on it.
Between some halos, there are black light balls in the shape of wandering balls constantly shuttling back and forth.
Seeing this scene, the little wizards were immediately excited.
"What kind of magic is this? It's so beautiful!"
"Are the contestants supposed to ride on broomsticks and drill through these halos?"
"Look! Ring 11 is very close to the lake. After it dives down from Ring 10, it will rush into the water if you are not careful."
"Not only that! Look far ahead! After you fly over Halo No. 20, you must immediately turn right, otherwise you will miss Halo No. 21!"
Seeing this, Professor McGonagall walked over to Sebastian and exclaimed:
"It's amazing, Sebastian, that you can control your spells so precisely from such a distance.
I'm a little curious, how far have you come in magic now?
However, we will talk about this later, let's start with the trials."
Nodding to Professor McGonagall, Sebastian gathered the stunned Quidditch players together.
"This morning's trials tested each contestant's basic skills – flying ability!
All you need to do is ride your broomstick, accurately pass through each halo, and circle the Black Lake.
Only the fourteen fastest and best flyers will be able to enter the special trials in the afternoon."
Sebastian raised his hand, pointed to the two rings closest to them and explained:
"The time starts when you pass through Halo No. 1 and ends when you break through Halo No. 36.
You need to note that the next halo will turn green only after you successfully pass through the previous halo.
If the halo in front of you does not turn green, you need to return in time and pass through the previous halo again. Otherwise, your result will be invalid.
During the flight, each time a part of the body touches these halos, the flight time will increase by 2 seconds.
If hit by a black light ball, the flight time will increase by 10 seconds.
If you still don't understand, you can look at the rules introduction on the back of the scoreboard, which has detailed pictures and text instructions.
For the sake of fairness, we will draw lots to determine the order of appearance."
After the draw, Sebastian encouraged the players who looked nervous:
"Don't be nervous, one bad flight is nothing, everyone has three chances.
The final score will be based on the shortest flight time.
Contestant No. 1, you have ten minutes to prepare.
Looking at the number 1 in his hand, Charlie took a deep breath.
I'm not having good luck.
But it doesn't matter, let me, the captain, lead the way for the team members!
Shaking his head, he cleared his mind of distracting thoughts and began to carefully observe the halo on the Black Lake, then simulated it in his mind.
At this time, the Black Lake was crowded with little wizards watching, and their discussions never stopped.
"Oops! Number 1 is so unlucky. He only has 10 minutes to prepare!"
"That's right, the further you go, the more advantages you have. After all, you can learn from the experience of the players ahead of you."
"I don't think so! I feel like the more I watch, the more nervous I get. I might as well take a flight early."
"It seems that Professor Swan's rule is quite reasonable. Each person gets three chances, and only the fastest one counts."
"Professor Swann may be a Slytherin, but he's still pretty fair."
"Yes! He even prepared his broomstick, which avoids unfairness in terms of equipment."
Fred and George from Gryffindor squeezed next to the Gryffindor team members and cheered them on.
When they found out that Charlie was the unlucky contestant No. 1, they all consoled him:
"Charlie! We believe that you are the best!"
"That's right! Your ball skills have been certified by Professor McGonagall!"
Unfortunately, Charlie was so immersed in the flight simulation in his mind at the time that he didn't hear what they said at all. Instead, he thought his brothers were a bit noisy.
Ten minutes passed in a flash, and Sebastian stood up and shouted loudly with a booming spell:
"The Quidditch school team tryouts have officially begun.
Player No. 1, get ready! "
Charlie walked out of the crowd, with cheers of encouragement coming from all behind him.
He rode on a flying broom, looked at the No. 1 halo which had turned green, and silently encouraged himself.