How to Improve the Odds of Winning

"What are you all standing there for?" Marcus scolded. "Get on the field and start training!"

Especially for you, Draco, the position of the Seeker is crucial.

"Got it." Draco nodded to Aaron, then flew up on his broomstick into the air above the stadium.

Marcus looked at Aaron and remained silent for a while before saying, "You really can't join the academy team again? As long as you join, I'll let you be the captain."

"No, I'm usually very busy. At most, I can give you some unprofessional advice," Aaron politely declined.

Are you kidding me? Being a team member is a waste of time enough, let alone being a captain.

Look at the Gryffindor House Team members, they not only got up several hours early, but they also didn't have time to eat breakfast. They were exhausted and hungry.

Then look at their captain, Wood. He can talk to his teammates about tactics for hours, so he must spend just as much time developing his own tactics.

Marcus didn't try to persuade him any further. After simply saying that the Slytherin House Team was always ready to welcome him, he joined the training group.

Seeing the spirited Slytherin House Team, Ron couldn't help but mutter, "I have a feeling Gryffindor House Team will have a tough time this time."

"Instead of worrying about that, you should think about what to do with your Wand first!" Aaron said. "You've seen its power; it's extraordinary."

Ron looked down at the tape on his Wand with some frustration, but ultimately decided to make do with it.

Be careful when casting spells; perhaps you can make the most of this Wand until the end of the semester.

This was a last resort; he had damaged his own car, his father was under investigation by the Ministry of Magic, and his salary would be deducted for not meeting the required working hours this month.

If they were to ask their family for a Wand at this time, it would undoubtedly make things even worse for an already impoverished family.

"I think it might hold out for a while longer," Ron said somewhat uncertainly.

Upon hearing this, Aaron paused for a moment, then gave a thumbs up. "A true Champion!"

"Don't praise me like that, it makes me feel embarrassed."

"No, you're overthinking it." Aaron distanced himself from him with a hint of disdain. "I'll have to stay away from you during class from now on, in case we get accidentally hurt."

Ron:...

Just then, Harry ran over from the dressing room. "I gave the team robes to Fred. We can go find Hagrid now."

"Aaron, are you really not coming with us?" Hermione asked.

"No, thank you." Aaron pointed to the Slytherin House Team training in the air above the field. "I need to check on Draco's training progress and give him some pointers."

"Malfoy?" Harry frowned. "You're going to give him advice?"

"Is there a problem? I am, after all, Slytherin."

Besides, I stayed at his house for a day during my vacation, so it's only right to return the favor!

Harry shrugged with a smile, pretending not to care, but he couldn't help feeling a little worried inside.

Draco's flying ability is not much weaker than his, and now he has switched to a new Magic Broom, giving him an advantage in equipment.

The only thing he could surpass Draco in was experience, after all, he had a very responsible captain and the longest training time among the four House teams.

If Draco had Aaron's guidance, the gap in experience would be greatly reduced, and the battle would become evenly matched, with the outcome uncertain.

The last time I felt this way was when Aaron was the Seeker for the Slytherin House Team. I never expected to feel the same pressure against Malfoy this time.

It seems that Wood will definitely need to train harder after he leaves. He has already lost to Malfoy in academics, and if he loses in Quidditch as well, he will really be ashamed.

Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance, seemingly sensing Harry's heavy mood.

"Well, we should go," Hermione reminded Yu. "We can't keep Hagrid waiting."

"Yes." Ron grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him toward the Forbidden Forest. "Don't forget, we still need Hagrid's help to find a carriage!"

Hermione glanced at Aaron with some embarrassment, after all, he had given the Quaffle to the Gryffindor House Team because she had dragged him over to mediate.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Aaron teased. "Could it be that you're trying to gather information about Slytherin?"

"No, I'm not that bored."

"But the compensation you gave to Wood and the others, I..."

"Don't overthink it. That Quaffle might be precious to Quidditch enthusiasts, but it's nothing special to me. Giving it to Wood to resolve a conflict is more than worth it," Aaron said nonchalantly. "To be honest, I'll be able to earn that much at Hogwarts very soon."

Indeed, that's true; in the System Mall Collector's Edition Quaffle is worth thirty Magic Points.

He earns ten Magic Points for each day he Sign-in at Hogwarts, which he can make in three days.

Hearing Aaron say that, Hermione still felt a little guilty, but also felt much relieved.

"Then you enjoy Quidditch! I'm off now."

Aaron waved his hand impatiently, then stomped onto the platform.

He took out a few sheets of draft paper from Abei's pocket, used his fingers as pens and Magical Energy ink to practice Magic Array on the paper, trying to shorten the time as much as possible.

I also took some time to watch Quidditch to relieve my eye strain.

Click!

The flash went off suddenly, and Aaron's eyes blinked, his fingers trembled slightly.

Because of this accident Magic Array, which was only half-finished, was instantly destroyed, turning into black dust and dissipating into the air.

"I fucking..."

Aaron, furious, glared at Fang B, who was flashing his camera, and spotted Colin holding a camera a dozen meters away. His expression instantly became incredibly interesting.

This first-year student was so naive that he felt bad criticizing him, otherwise the child might have burst into tears.

"Senior, what are you writing?" Colin asked curiously as he walked over.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask," Aaron said irritably. "I must remind you, control your curiosity in the future, or you'll get into trouble sooner or later."

Colin instinctively gripped the camera in his hand and nodded weakly.

"By the way, senior, do you know where Harry Potter went?"

"I just sneaked into the Gryffindor locker room, but I couldn't find him," Colin said regretfully. "I haven't gotten his autograph yet!"

Aaron's eye twitched slightly. Sure enough, there's always someone better!

He thought Hermione was already a genius when it came to idolizing celebrities, but he didn't expect Colin to be even more outrageous.

This kind of paparazzi is rare even in the Muggle world. For an eleven-year-old to have such talent, he definitely has a bright future ahead of him.

"I'm sorry, I don't know," Aaron said.

It wasn't that he wanted to cover for Harry, but Colin had just caused him to ruin a Magic Array diagram!

He couldn't criticize Colin, so letting him search the castle some more wouldn't be too much to ask!

Is that so?

I'll go check out the common room in Gryffindor first, so I won't bother you any longer."

"Wait a minute," Aaron stopped him. "I don't know where Harry is right now, but I have a few clues."

"What clue?" Colin asked impatiently.

"Don't rush me, I have conditions too," Aaron said calmly. "Don't point your camera at me anymore, and I'll tell you, okay?"

"This..." Colin hesitated for a moment, but still nodded in agreement. After all, in his opinion, nothing was more important than Harry Potter, the Chosen One of the Magic World.

"Very good." Aaron snapped his fingers. "Today is Sunday."

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he and Ron will be in detention tonight, since they drove to school!

"Senior, what do you mean?" Colin felt like he had grasped something, but it was just very vague.

"Professor McGonagall, she makes the final decision on Gryffindor students' confinement."

"By finding Professor McGonagall, you'll not only find Harry Potter, but you'll also know where he is tonight."

Colin's eyes lit up, and he felt his thoughts had become much clearer.

If he can't find Harry Potter, can't he find Professor McGonagall? He can just wait outside her office.

"Thank you, senior," Colin said excitedly, and turned to leave.

"Wait," Aaron stopped him again. "If anyone asks, don't say I told you."

Colin immediately nodded, grabbed his camera, and ran to the castle.

Aaron silently mourned for Harry for a second, then took out a new sheet of white paper and continued practicing the basic Magic Array.

Around noon, Slytherin House Team's training session ended, and Draco flew over and landed in front of Aaron.

How are you feeling?

"It's alright. The academy team is quite strong, and I can only barely keep up."

But there's still a long time before the Quidditch Match, and I'm confident I can win this year's championship.

"You're a little too confident," Aaron bluntly poured cold water on him. "Although I hate to admit it, you're still a bit behind Harry."

"Are you saying I'm not as good as Harry Potter?" Draco asked defiantly.

"It probably won't work in the short term."

Playing Quidditch relies on talent, and Harry's talent is greater than yours—that's an undeniable fact.

Moreover, his experience is quite extensive, which is the biggest difference between you and him.

Most importantly, how bad can the Nimbus 2000 be compared to the Nimbus 2001?

Draco frowned upon hearing this. "That means the odds of winning the game aren't as high as we thought."

"You could say that, but there's a way to increase the win rate to over 80%," Aaron said after a moment's hesitation. "It just depends on whether you're willing to do it."

"Tell me about it," Draco said dismissively. "My mother will be at Hogwarts on the day of the match, so I absolutely cannot lose."

"It's simple." Aaron held up one finger. "One word: delay."