The Most Suitable is the Strongest

"If so, then naturally there's no problem."

Hearing Snape's answer, George nodded without the slightest hesitation.

Hadn't he gone in such a big circle precisely for this?

From Lockhart, he could only learn the Memory Charm; everything else was a complete mess. For Dark Magic, he still had to go to Snape.

And with a private lesson once every week, it was practically as if he had become Snape's last disciple. After enough time passed and affection developed between them, directly taking him as a godfather was not out of the question either.

A shameless man was invincible under heaven. To improve his strength, taking a godfather was not out of the question.

Seeing George agree so readily, Snape was also stunned for a moment. For some reason, he had the feeling that he had been maneuvered into this, but after thinking about it, it did not seem to matter. A genius had appeared in his own House, and he had been willing to show some extra favoritism in the first place.

After informing Snape, Madam Hooch took George back to the lawn outside the castle.

The moment George returned, he was surrounded by the young wizards, who asked what Madam Hooch had taken him away for.

He did not hide everything. He directly said that he had met with Head of House Snape and had been exceptionally admitted into the Slytherin Quidditch team, only leaving out the matter of the tutoring.

Naturally, this answer made the young wizards explode into chatter. The young Slytherins immediately became smug and triumphant, while the young Gryffindors were somewhat dejected.

"I thought we might be able to beat him in Flying Broomstick class, but I didn't expect us to lose even in this."

Ginny looked at George, who was surrounded by the crowd, and sighed.

Colin beside her did not look very dejected. Instead, he raised his camera and started taking pictures.

"There's no helping it. He's George, after all. And he really works hard. I heard he's the last one to leave the Common Room every night. He's our friend too."

"You're right. At least it's George, not someone else."

A faint smile also appeared on Ginny's face.

George was not just a little better than them. He crushed them in every aspect, and he worked so hard too. It was really difficult for anyone to feel jealous.

After Flying Class ended, Madam Hooch watched George's back as he walked toward the Great Hall with the other young wizards. She put away all the Flying Broomsticks with her wand and could not help murmuring, "No, I have to speak properly with Bagman about this. Maybe he can turn around our position in international Quidditch over these years."

Ludo Bagman was currently the Director of the Department of Magical Sports at the British Ministry of Magic. He was also a senior from the Quidditch team whom she had known before retiring and coming to Hogwarts to teach.

In recent years, the England Quidditch Team had lost almost every battle. They were close to becoming one of the bottom-ranking teams in international Quidditch.

If a once-in-a-thousand-years genius player like George joined, perhaps he could turn around the current state of the England Quidditch Team.

As for the issue of George being young and still in school.

Recently, at Durmstrang Magic Academy, a fifth-year student named Viktor Krum had been exceptionally admitted into the Bulgarian Quidditch Team because of his genius talent as a Seeker. Naturally, George could do the same.

She felt that George's talent in Quidditch was definitely above that Viktor Krum's.

"George has joined the Slytherin team. This is just right—I'll have Bagman come and see this year's Hogwarts Quidditch match with his own eyes."

By evening, the news that George had been exceptionally admitted into the Slytherin team had spread through the entire school, including the highly difficult moves he had performed in Flying Class.

Many young wizards who were obsessed with Quidditch were very familiar with those famous moves.

This also raised George's prestige throughout all of Slytherin and the entire school to another level.

Even the upper-year Slytherins were a little more polite when speaking to him.

Of course, not every Slytherin was happy about it. For example, Malfoy, whose father had only just spent a large sum of money to finally get him onto the team.

But clearly, apart from sulking, there was nothing he could do.

Time quickly arrived at Saturday. Early that morning, George was called over by Snape, who was going to give him extra lessons.

Every Saturday morning for tutoring—this was what he had promised George.

"What I am teaching now is the Repelling Charm. This spell is a basic spell, but do not look down on basic spells. As long as they are used well, basic spells can also display greater power than advanced spells.

"Just like this Repelling Charm. If used well, it can even repel a Dragon."

Under Snape's stern yet extremely detailed guidance, George finally gained a deeper understanding of Dark Magic and magical combat.

He used to think that Avada Kedavra and the Fiendfyre should be the most powerful spells. One meant certain death if it hit, and the other covered an extremely wide range, even capable of burning down an entire city.

But through Snape's explanation, he finally understood that this was not the case. In different situations, when facing different enemies, the most suitable spell was the strongest spell.

Sometimes, Avada Kedavra and the Fiendfyre might not even be as useful as a basic spell.

Against small and agile enemies, the Killing Curse could not hit at all. A Freezing Charm with a larger range but less power was needed.

There were also magical creatures with extremely high magic resistance, like Dragons. Even if they were struck by the Killing Curse or Fiendfyre, it would not be a big deal. On the contrary, the Stinging Jinx aimed at the eyes could have a very good effect.

The Repelling Charm was the same. Because it used magical power to form a forward physical pressure attack in front of the caster, even high magic resistance could not make one immune to it.

A Repelling Charm cast by an expert like Dumbledore might really be able to directly blast a Dragon flying backward.

In the afternoon, Snape personally brought George to the Quidditch Pitch outside the castle.

Only, at this moment, there did not seem to be only the Slytherin team on the pitch. The Gryffindor team was there too, and the situation was clearly not quite right.

The members of the Slytherin team were all laughing so hard they were collapsing. Captain Flint was laughing so hard he could not straighten up, supporting himself with a new broom. Malfoy was on all fours, pounding the ground with both fists.

On the other side, all the members of the Gryffindor team were gathered around Ron, along with Hermione and Colin, who was holding a camera and taking pictures. At this moment, Ron was continuously vomiting shiny, huge slugs.

"What happened?"

Snape asked, his expression dark.

At the sight of Snape, the Slytherin players immediately straightened in fright. Captain Flint hurriedly said, "Head of House, I brought the note you approved to the pitch, but Wood refused to let us have it. Ron Weasley, a second-year on their side, even took the chance to attack Malfoy, but he botched the spell and it rebounded onto himself."

"The pitch belongs to the Slytherin team today. Ron Weasley used magic at school to attack a classmate. Ten points from Gryffindor."

Snape delivered the punishment without expression. Then, when he saw Harry, who was looking after Ron, his face instantly filled with disgust as he added, "Potter, you were right beside Ron. Why didn't you stop him? Did you think his mistake would make you look good? Another ten points from Gryffindor!"

Harry, who had already looked indignant because Gryffindor had lost points, froze completely when he heard Snape's words.

Seeing this, George could not help the twitch at the corner of his mouth. To be honest, he really did feel a little sorry for Harry.

But there was no helping it. Who told you not to be Hally?