Harry Potter’s Strongest Senior

Xiao En learns something by himself and pays attention to one word, fast, but teaching others is still gradual and steady.

"The analysis of the framework will talk about this first, and I will find a time to show you the effect of the actual casting." Xiao En said.

Bernard scratched his head, pulled his face and said, "This is too difficult."

"Take your time, you are Lestrange," Shaun encouraged.

As soon as Bernard heard it, he suddenly had energy. Yes, he belongs to the ancient Lestrange family. No magic can stump him.

"By the way, don't tell other people the magic I teach you."

"Is there anything wrong?" Chris asked.

Sean shook his head, "Not really, it's always good to hide one hand."

After the party was over, it was already nine o'clock, and everyone staggered in twos and threes and returned to the Slytherin lounge one after another. On the way, Sean happened to run into Cassius who was also walking to the bedroom.

"Why do you smell like sweat?" Sean asked.

Cassius's face was still blushing after exercise, "I just came back from the stadium and there was no one at night, I went to practice."

Shaun felt a little bit in his heart. He didn't expect Cassius to take the game's gains and losses so seriously. He looked like a fool in class, and changed his personality as soon as he got on the court.

"Don't be too tired, you won't be able to hold it." Xiao En said.

"I know, I will go to the stadium every night to practice for an hour." Cassius said seriously.

Cassius joined the team in the second grade. When he first joined the team, he basically had no chance to play. As a substitute, he occasionally played on the court, which would make him happy for several days.

In the third grade, Cassius became an official chaser, but last year Harry entered the Gryffindor team. Cassius’s luck was not very good. He ran into Harry in the first game and Slytherin lost. Dropped the game.

This year, according to the development in the original plot, due to the Basilisk incident, the Quidditch event was cancelled halfway through, and the Basilisk may not appear now, and the game should be able to proceed normally.

"In normal games, Slytherin will lose again." Since losing to Gryffindor last year, Slytherin has begun to lose to other teams in turns.

"I have to help Cassius." As a friend, Sean didn't want to see Cassius being decadent because of the repeated defeats of his beloved Quidditch.

"Sean, we have to help him." Kris said.

"Yeah." Sean nodded.

Chrissy said thoughtfully, "Flint's use of tactics is really bad, he likes physical confrontation, or you can talk to him and let him focus on tactics."

With Sean's influence at Slytherin College, if he came forward, Flint would give him face and sit down and talk to him.

"But, I can't talk about tactics." Xiao En said helplessly.

He didn't pay attention to Quidditch before, and asked him to say something professional, and he couldn't hold back a fart.

But he said calmly, "I will think of other ways."

On Sunday the next day, Sean went to Quidditch Stadium after breakfast. After losing the game yesterday, Gryffindor was given the right to use the stadium, and Flint asked the players to continue training on Sunday.

"Sean, what did you think of?" Kris asked as she walked aside.

"You'll find out later." Xiao En said with a sullen appetite.

The two came to the stadium because it was Sunday and morning again, and there was no one in the auditorium except for the seven Slytherin team practicing in the air.

Flint was also not satisfied with Draco's performance yesterday, oh no, it should be said that he lost the game and was not satisfied with anyone's performance.

Draco was chasing the Golden Snitch around the court at this time, up and down, left and right. To say that the best skill in a team should be the Seeker. Seekers need excellent skills. Speed ​​and agility are indispensable.

Sean yelled into the air, "Flint, can you pause, I have something to tell you."

Listening to the sound from the audience, Flint walked around and saw that Sean and Chris were coming. He stopped his broom and then slowly flew down.

Flint jumped off the broom and landed on the auditorium tower. "What are you going to say?"

Shaun glanced at Cassius in the sky, then stared at Flint and said.

"I want to join the team."

"What, I heard that right?" Flint asked in surprise. He also knew about Sean's flying lessons.

"I have nothing to say about your scores in other subjects, but Quidditch, your D's flight class score (Dreadful means bad) wants to join the team, isn't it a joke?" Flint said.

Kris on the side was also completely unexpected. Flint had only heard that Kris had seen Sean's terrible flying skills every time.

In private, some students joked about whether Sean was underdeveloped cerebellum.

"Of course it's not a joke, I'm here to help Slytherin win the championship." Sean said solemnly.

Flint couldn't help but sarcastically, "As far as your skills are concerned, you can't even compare to a second-year student when you enter the team for assessment."

"Technology, it will always improve, don't believe us Bibi." Sean said.

Flint sneered, "How do you compare, I'll do it with you."

Sean looked at Draco who was still chasing the Golden Snitch and said, "It's better to catch the Golden Snitch before anyone else."

"Are you serious?" Flint has already given Shaun a lot of face, even if it is compared with his captain, it is even more difficult than catching the golden thief. This is not something that can be done by riding a broomstick.

"I don't have time to waste time to amuse you." Sean said seriously.

Flint glanced at Draco, then shouted, "Draco, come here."

Draco heard Flint calling him, so he stopped chasing the Golden Snitch, and even the others stopped in the air to watch Flint and Sean.

They couldn't hear the conversation between them. If Cassius knew that Sean was going to join the team, he would be surprised and couldn't close his jaw.

"Flint." Draco flew to the audience. He glanced at Sean, wondering why Sean was here. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"You come down and rest for a while, and give me the broom," Flint said.

Draco didn't speak, and flew directly to the tower, then jumped down, and he handed Flint the broom.

Flint took the broom and turned to Shaun and said, "The latest light wheel 2001, if you fall off the broom, I can fly you to the school infirmary as fast as possible."

"He wants to fly?" Draco could have heard what Flint was asking for a broomstick.

"Yes, our top student, the pride of Slytherin, Sean, wants to join the team, but before that he has to compete with me and win me, he is one of us."

Sean took the light wheel 2001 handed by Flint, and the feeling of getting started was obviously heavier than the broomstick in flight class.

"Are you sure, if it doesn't work, just change me." Chrissy whispered.

Her flight level is not very good, but it is much better than Sean.

"I know, just watch it." Sean stepped on the pedal of the broom with one foot. This kind of cool take-off posture couldn't be achieved without playing for two years.

Flint was taken aback, didn't he say that Sean's flight lessons were very good, how he moved like a skilled veteran.

"When did his flying skills become so great?" Chris was surprised.

"Sean?" Cassius in the sky couldn't figure out the situation even more.

Flint mounted a broomstick and quickly lifted into the air, two meters apart, he turned his head and said to Draco.

"Draco, you call to start."

Draco nodded and shouted the countdown, "3, 2, 1, start."

Sean and Draco swished out, everyone's eyes following them.

"Six minutes, you must catch the Golden Snitch within six minutes." Sean set a countdown for himself.