Ron swooped down to the ground again to chase the ghost ball. It was obvious that he had deliberately controlled the speed of the broom so that it did not hit the ground. However, his movements when he stopped diving were sluggish and he almost slipped off the broom.
"Can't you control that broom, Weasley?" The Slytherin players burst into laughter.
"A goalkeeper who can't even catch the ball!"
"Look at him. Even a chimpanzee would be better than him riding that broom."
"Don't be like that, Ron!" Angelina said angrily, seemingly surprised by Ron's performance. "Pay more attention. You're riding the best broom. As long as your reflexes are quick, there's no reason you can't catch the ball."
Ron was already nervous enough. Not only did the Startaker not help him improve, but it also increased the pressure on him. This was something that no one expected.
When he rose back to the height where he could pass the ball, it was hard to tell whether his face or the ghost ball was redder.
The practice continued. On the third try, Ron finally caught the ghost ball. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
He seemed to think so too. He was glad that he caught the ball this time. Perhaps it was because he was relieved, he was too excited when he passed the ball. He used too much force, and the ball flew directly over Katie's open arms and hit her face hard.
Bang! Even though they were so far away, Elwyn could still hear the sound of the impact. He sighed softly.
"I'm sorry!" moaned Ron, and he swooped over to see if Katie was badly hurt.
"Go back to your original position. She's fine!" Angelina yelled. She was furious. "But you're passing the ball to your teammates. Don't think about hitting her off the broom, okay? There's a walking ball to do it. Don't use too much force. Also, don't aim at other people's faces in the future. "
Katie's nose was bleeding. The Slytherin players were stomping their feet and laughing at them. They were on the verge of collapse and had completely forgotten about their experiment. Even the Hufflepuff players looked at Ron mockingly. Fred and George moved closer to Katie.
"Here, eat this!" Fred took out a little purple thing from his pocket and handed it to her. "We have some special medicine. The bleeding will stop soon."
"Okay, let's practice something else." Angelina yelled. "Fred, George, go get your bats and a walking ball. Ron, go to the goalpost. Harry, Ginny, Reacher, Demirza, the four of you move with us. We're going to attack Ron's goal. Yes, let's not practice anything else first. Today's main task is to help Ron adapt … "
Ron stumbled to the goal. Harry and the twins swooped down to get the ball. They landed next to Ivan.
"He's just too nervous," Harry said. "He was fine when I practiced with him this morning."
"He's just too nervous," Harry said. "He was fine when I practiced with him this morning."
"He probably hasn't adapted to the Startaker yet," Elwyn said. He had only written a few words on the clipboard in his hand. He had originally planned to record the Startaker's performance and various reaction data, but based on Ron's performance, he felt that more safety protection should be added to the broom. Flying and Quidditch were really dangerous …
"Hey, I hope he doesn't pass the peak so soon," Fred said worriedly. "And that he can adapt as soon as possible."
They were back in the air with the ball, and when Angelina blew her whistle, Fred and George let go of the ball and let it fly.
Everyone moved. They passed the ball to each other and flew toward the goal.
The three rookies, Ginny, Richie, and Demirza, performed very well. They made full use of their own agility.
However, Angelina immediately blew the whistle and everyone stopped what they were doing.
"Stop, stop, stop!" she screamed. "Ron, you didn't guard the center!"
Elwyn saw clearly that from the whistle, Ron had been hovering in front of the left ring, staring at the few people flying over. The other two rings were completely unguarded, as if they did not exist. Several balls were easily thrown in.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot …"
"Forgot?! You have to keep an eye on the ball chaser and keep moving around! " Angelina said. "Either you stay in the center and move when you have to defend one ring, or you circle around all three rings. You can't move to one side for no reason. That's how the four balls went in!"
"Sorry!" Ron said again. His face was as red as a beacon against the blue sky.
"And Katie, can't you do something to stop the nosebleed?"
"It's getting worse!" Katie said in a muffled voice. She used her sleeve to stop the bleeding.
Hearing her words, Fred looked nervous. He was checking his pocket.
"Go back to your positions. Let's try again," Angelina said weakly.
In the stands, the Slytherin were overjoyed. They sang "Gryffindor lost badly. Gryffindor lost badly." Angelina took a deep breath and pretended not to hear, but her posture on the broom was obviously a little stiff.
Ron went back to the middle ring, but it was not working. Several balls were easily thrown in.
Two minutes into the training, Angelina had no choice but to blow the whistle and stop before he could even intercept a ball.
Everyone flew toward Katie, including Elwyn. Her face was as pale as a piece of paper. She was covered in blood and swayed on the flying broom. She could fall at any time due to the loss of blood.
Poor girl. She should have known not to try the things the twins gave her so easily …
"I have some medicine here to stop the bleeding!" Elwyn said. He took out a small magic bottle and fed it to Katie. The nosebleed subsided a little.
"She needs to go to the hospital," Angelina said decisively. "She's lost too much blood. It's impossible for her to continue training."
"Let's send her there," Fred said. "She, um, how should I put it? She probably ate a blood bean by mistake. Madam Pomfrey might need to know the ingredients to prescribe the right medicine …"
"Well, there's no point in continuing training without a batter and a ball chaser," Angelina said with a straight face. Angelina said with a straight face. She watched as Fred and George supported Katie and flew towards the castle. She was no longer in the mood to continue practicing. She waved her hand disappointedly. "Let's call it a day. Let's go and change."
The Gryffindor players walked back to the locker room listlessly. The Slytherin players were still singing loudly.
At this time, the Ravenclaw team had just arrived at the edge of the field …
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