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Capítulo 98: Want To Play Quidditch(2)

Every time Blake completely understood a small paragraph.

When he checked his experience again.

He would find that his alchemy experience had increased by a small amount!

If Blake had an EXP indicator on his forehead.

Then, when he buried himself in a book.

He always has a "+ 20" on his forehead.

The number "20" popped up like crazy.

And so it went on.

Even if the next level of Alchemy Mastery required 100,000 EXP.

That wouldn't take much time!

Moreover, the more Blake read, the higher his alchemy level became.

The higher the standard, the faster the learning speed!

This manuscript.

It would not stump Blake for long!

Furthermore, even after completing the test.

And Nico Lemay regretted it.

Making Blake lose the chance to look at his book collection,

Blake would not lose out either.

Because just by looking at this manuscript.

It was enough to greatly improve his alchemy!

But not long after.

Blake got into the book box again.

Since this was Nico Lemay's manuscript,

It also involved a part of the ancient Alchemy knowledge.

It just so happened that Blake hadn't mastered this part of the ancient Alchemy knowledge yet.

He had to completely understand the manuscript for the time being.

First, he had to learn a wave of ancient Alchemy …

But this was normal.

Alchemy was originally involved in a wide range of subjects.

Others had hundreds of years of research experience.

Even if Blake was extremely talented.

He could not have been in contact with alchemy for more than a month.

He had to catch up with it!

So it would take at least a few months!

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The current captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team was Marcus Vincent, a seventh-grade student this year. 

(AN:// Different from Marcus Flint)

In the evening,

Blake found him on the sidelines of the Quidditch stadium.

Marcus carried his broom on his shoulder.

He was carefully looking at the letter of introduction in his hand.

It didn't seem fake.

But, the letter said that the little wizard standing in front of him was a first-year student.

But a new team member who could fly at more than 60 miles per hour (100 km/h)!?

Marcus looked at the little wizard in front of him.

He kept looking up and down sizing Blake up.

His face was full of doubt.

If it weren't for the fact that the letter of introduction was signed by Professor Sprout and Professor Dumbledore,

He would have not believed it!

He would have thought it was some sick joke and thrown this little thing out.

Damn, how could he not know about the old brooms at school?

60 miles per hour?

Even when the old brooms were brand new from the factory,

He didn't even know if they could fly at 30 miles per hour!

"You!

Come with me and fly a lap! "

Blake had no choice but to follow.

On the Quidditch field, the Hufflepuff players were already waiting for training.

Cedric was also there.

When he saw Blake appear on the training ground, he was a little surprised.

"What are you doing? "

"He's a new player who was specially approved to join our team …

But, I still have to test his ability first!"

Marcus answered Cedric's question.

While picking a broom for Blake in the broom closet.

But his words made everyone's eyes widen in shock.

Cedric looked at Blake in surprise.

"You're really joining our Quidditch team?"

Blake nodded.

"Doesn't he look like he's in his first year?"

Another player asked in shock.

"That's why I said it was specially approved."

Marcus grumbled.

He almost said the words "through the back door."

'So what if he went through the back door?

60 miles per hour?

This bragging … Did it have to be so exaggerated?'

Marcus thought while he searched for a while.

Then he picked out a broom from the broom closet.

This broom looked a little newer than the one in the training class.

"This is it!"

Marcus threw the broom to Blake.

"Fly a lap first and let me see."

"Do your best."

Blake hesitated.

Marcus curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

'Sure enough, he went through the back door.

Otherwise, why is he hesitating?

You're afraid of making a fool of yourself.'

"What?

You don't dare? "

"If you don't dare, then go back."

"Be a good boy and wait for your second year.

Then you can participate in the player selection. "

Blake scratched his head.

"No … You just told me to fly with all my strength …"

"But if I fly with all my strength, the broom won't be able to withstand it."

Marcus smiled.

"Broom won't be able to withstand it?"

"Haha, don't worry!"

"This is the Meteor series. Even if the style is a little old-fashioned,

The quality is still guaranteed …

Fly with all your might!

Don't worry.

If the broom is broken, I will pay for it! "

Blake immediately smiled when he heard this.

"You don't need me to compensate you?

You should have told me earlier. 

Then I'll start."

Blake said as he took the broom excitedly.

They went to the open space in front of them and prepared to take off.

Originally, his [Flight] skill was about to break through to Basic Mastery.

He only needed a little more experience.

Marcus had him fly two full circles.

This was like giving him a pillow when he was sleepy!

It was just what he needed!

Blake weighed the flying broom in his hand.

He nodded his head in satisfaction.

This one would definitely last longer than the one in the afternoon.

Blake stepped forward excitedly.

Then …

"Boom!" 

Marcus who was standing closest to him.

Felt a strong gust of wind blow past his face.

Then, Blake's figure disappeared!

'Where did he go?' Marcus was dumbfounded.

Why did he suddenly disappear?

"Captain!

Above! "Cedric pointed to the sky.

Marcus raised his head.

Then, he saw an afterimage swooping down from the sky …

"Swoosh!"

"Hey!

Do you want to die?

Pull it up! "

Although Marcus was unhappy that Blake took the back door.

But he didn't want to see this junior die in front of him.

Just as Marcus was about to stand at attention in silence.

Just as the afterimage was about to reach the ground, the figure on the broom suddenly turned over.

Then, he agilely pulled the broom up!

"F * ck!"

" This is a Wronski feint!"

"A Wronski feint at such a high speed … How is it possible?"

"How can he pull it up with such a big inertia present?"

Blake swept over everyone's heads.

The wind brought about by him.

It messed up Marcus' hair.

At this time.

Marcus still didn't know where they were.

Blake really did have some talent.

" Blake! Enough! Come down! "

" Blake!

Stop your Divine Ability … "

When Blake came in front of Marcus again.

Marcus' eyes were full of excitement!

Ever since he joined the school's Quidditch team in the third year.

He was the goalkeeper.

Then he became the captain in the fifth year …

Hufflepuff had never won a Quidditch championship!

This year was already his last year in school.

But now, with Blake!

This year, they really had a chance to win the championship!

"We must win the championship this year!"

"Are you confident?!"

"Yes!"

"Louder!

You want to play Quidditch so quietly? "

"We are confident!"

"Very good!

Very energetic! "

"We must win the championship this year!"

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