The first round of selection began, and as Vizette had predicted, this stage was quite easy.
Whether hovering, circling, or even flying upside down, he was adept at all kinds of flight maneuvers.
When he returned to the ground, Arsenal said with a smile, "This is the first time I've ever seen a first-year fly so well on the Meteor!"
"This is Ravenclaw's most promising year yet!" he exclaimed, both excited and thrilled. "Have you considered which position you'd like to play?"
Vizette suddenly remembered that he had gained a new ability in the library, and perhaps there was a position that would suit him well. "How about Chaser?"
"No problem!" Arsenal said with a smile, "We'll make you a ball chaser no matter what!"
As the team captain, Arsenal naturally aspires to win the title.
Unfortunately, the team has suffered a severe loss of talent in recent years, resulting in Ravenclaw's poor performance, consistently finishing in fourth place.
There are only four teams in the Hogwarts House Cup. The fourth place team is better off than the last place team, only in terms of the name.
Ravenclaw prides itself on adopting the colors of the sky and eagles, yet it consistently ranks last in Quidditch, which is rather unacceptable.
Vizette's arrival gave Arsenal, who was facing graduation, hope of winning the title.
With great excitement, Arsenal approached Roger; "Have you found a suitable ball chaser?"
"Jeremy Stretton," Roger pulled over a third-year student, "His reflexes and accuracy are decent; with some training, he should be ready to play!"
"However, we need two chasers, and there are no more suitable candidates at the moment. We can only go through the shortlist again to at least get the team together."
"Then let's get to know Vizette!" Arsenal unconsciously raised his voice. "A genius recommended by Professor Flitwick! His flying skills are impeccable!"
"Really?" Roger asked, somewhat surprised. "Vizette... I vaguely remember him, he's a freshman, right?"
Arsenal was as excited as if they had won the lottery. "I've already taken him through the first round of selection. He even did an upside-down flight and a dive, his balance and speed were impeccable!"
Roger's eyes lit up. "Then I'll just add the name to the list!"
Arsenal nodded. "Bring the Quaffle and the Bludgers, everyone get familiar with them, and have a short training camp."
Riding the team's flying broomstick, Vizette and the others ascended into the air.
Arsenal arrived at the goalposts. "Jeremy and Duncan, you two are in charge of taking away Vizette's Quaffle."
"Cho, you and Jason will be in a group, and you'll work with Roger to hit the Bludger. Your target is Vizette."
Cho Chang frowned slightly and raised her hand to ask, "May I ask... why are all the targets Vizette?"
"Of course I have confidence in him," Arsenal said with a smile. "We will build our tactics around him in the future. Now that everyone understands the situation, we won't need to explain further during the official training session next week."
"The ball movement is a significant threat on the field. This training session will also be a test for you, as it will expose your weaknesses. I will formulate your training tasks based on this training camp."
Once everyone was ready, they immediately dispersed.
They maintained a distance of more than ten meters from each other, with Vizette at the center.
Roger opened the box containing the Bludgers, and the two Bludgers shot out like cannonballs, whistling through the air and tracing an arc before attacking the players on the field.
Arsenal threw out a Quaffle, "Vizette! Catch!"
Vizette, hovering in the center circle, caught the Quaffle and launched it like an arrow.
Roger moved swiftly through the air, successfully intercepting a Bludger and swinging his bat to send it flying.
The ball made a loud whooshing sound, drawing a dark arc in the air, and flew to Vizette in the blink of an eye. The distance between the two of them was no more than two meters.
Upon witnessing this scene, Cho Chang nervously gripped her flying broom.
The new players all had similar reactions; they hadn't expected Roger to be serious and show no mercy whatsoever.
"Isn't that a bit too much..." Arsenal muttered to himself, continuing his search for another ball.
Professor Flitwick, seated in the stands, gripped his wand tightly, ready to help Vizette should he fall from his flying broom.
Professor McGonagall, sitting to the side, adjusted her glasses, but her fingers gripped the frame tightly, her eyes fixed on Vizette in the sky.
Wood narrowed his eyes and subconsciously clenched his fists. "Such a short distance! Most people wouldn't have time to react, right? Roger is supposed to be a Chaser, but he plays such a ruthless ball-hitting game!"
Arsenal held his breath, his eyes glued to the Bludger.
Vizette had already mentally prepared himself when he heard the whistling sound of the ball.
When he saw the ball appear in front of him, he wasn't flustered at all; instead, he felt a unique sense of excitement that made him continue to accelerate.
The flying broom used in the competition is very useful; it is far superior to the Meteor in both acceleration and stability.
He showed no sign of slowing down, bending down to protect the Quaffle with his elbow, his chest pressed against the handle, narrowly avoiding the stray ball.
Vizette's speed was astonishing; he streaked across the sky like a swift, leaving a trail of afterimages.
He went from being extremely active to extremely still, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Arsenal, less than three meters away again.
Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery.
He hurled the Quaffle with all his might, and with the blessing of ancient magic, the Quaffle emitted a soft whistling sound.
Arsenal instinctively tried to receive the ball, but the Quaffle left a bright red afterimage as it flew straight over the circle.
Less than 30 seconds after the serve, Vizette scored a goal, something most people in the stadium hadn't expected.
Cho Chang beamed and shouted, "Vizette gets ten points!"
"Professor McGonagall, I don't know how to thank you enough." Professor Flitwick's face lit up with a smile. "I will definitely help you snatch the trophy from Professor Snape!"
"It's too early to talk about that now. Our Potter isn't bad either." Professor McGonagall forced a smile. "You'll see during the competition... Anyway, as long as we can snatch the trophy, that's all that matters!"
Wood stared at the writing pad, momentarily at a loss for what to write.
When the speed is unimaginable, you have to break through the limits of imagination to formulate tactics.
In the end, he wrote with a wry smile: "Thank goodness Vizette wasn't a Seeker, otherwise it's hard to imagine how quickly he would have ended the game."
Roger flew to the goalpost and complained with a grin, "Arsenal, don't go easy on me! I've been working so hard, why aren't you putting up any resistance?"
"It's really hard to react in such a short distance!" Arsenal said with a wry smile. "Let's have another five minutes! You guys need to pay attention too, don't let Roger do all the work!"
The training camp almost turned into a personal show for Vizette.
Although they haven't been able to understand the weaknesses of other players, as Arsenal said, they all have confidence in Vizette.
If all else fails, you can choose to trust Vizette half a minute into the game.
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