The next morning it was clear and cold. The restaurant was filled with the tempting smell of grilled sausages, and everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch Match and chatting happily.
"Like we said, Harry, you're going to make it!"
Ron was encouraging Harry early in the morning.
The two of them were sitting at the long table Gryffindor behind Sean.
Harry nodded.
Almost all wizards are keen on the Quidditch sport. Ron and Harry thought, if Harry could show a certain Quidditch talent, would he have a certain value?
——Just like Justin knows a lot of food magic, and also organizes all the notes of Sean, classifying and integrating them in a scientific way.
Or Neville, who helped Sean improve Herbology's notes. The magical plants he raised also allowed Sean and others to observe and learn from them at close range.
Or Hermione, she always teaches everyone the magic spells, and they only ask Sean for the difficult parts.
According to Justin, Sean knows everything, and will use a special method to record everyone's spell level.
When he said this, his eyes lit up.
The same goes for Harry and Ron. They didn't expect that the magic spell has levels?!
Isn't it just a matter of passing the final test?
The two of them, who only had "Long Live the Pass" in their minds, had no idea what kind of enthusiasm they would burst out in the future.
"You can definitely do it."
In the Great Hall, Ron is more nervous than Harry. Rather than saying it is the first game, it is their ticket to enter the secret organization.
Seeing the nervous expressions of the two of them, next to Ravenclaw Table, Justin couldn't stop laughing.
Sean glanced at Justin one more time, and Justin suppressed his laughter.
Isn't he acting a little strange lately...
Sean thought.
At eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school came to the stands around Quidditch Pitch.
Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were literally raised into the air, but it was still difficult to see the action at times.
The game started soon, with Sean and others sitting in the back.
Compared to Quidditch Match, who looks thrilling but looks like a child playing house to Sean (after all, they are too slow), the explanation is actually more interesting——
Professor McGonagall Even if he was sitting next to the commentator Lee Jordan, he could not stop talking like he was dreaming.
"Quaffle was immediately snatched up by Gryffindor's Angelina·Johnson - that girl is such an outstanding Chaser, and she is very charming - if I can go on a date with her -"
"Lee Jordan!"
"I'm sorry, Professor."
The commentary style can be said to be very free.
The cheers of the Gryffindors echoed in the cold air, mixed with the roars and groans of the Slytherins.
Suddenly, Gryffindor also burst out roaring.
It turned out that Marcus·Flint deliberately collided with Harry. Harry's broomstick suddenly deviated from the direction, but Harry grabbed it tightly.
Li·Lee Jordan even yelled, completely forgetting that he was the commentator:
"Slytherin has gained a certain advantage - entirely through the obvious and despicable cheating just now -"
"Lee Jordan!"
Professor McGonagall roared in a low voice.
"I mean, after that public and offensive foul play—"
"Lee Jordan, let me remind you——"
"Okay, okay. Flint almost killed Seeker of Gryffindor Quidditch Team. I believe this kind of thing will happen to everyone, so Gryffindor Quidditch Team took a free kick and the ball was taken by Spinnet. She passed the ball out and it went smoothly. The game continued and Gryffindor Quidditch Team still controlled the ball."
Sometimes the yin and yang is more infuriating than speaking directly. Slytherin all looked at him coldly.
Sean thought that the reason why Professor McGonagall sat next to him might not only be to let him pay attention to the commentary, but also a more important reason was to prevent him from being surrounded by the angry Slytherins.
Sean watched "Compendium of Ancient Runes" silently. The reason why he came to Quidditch Pitch was just that Professor McGonagall said:
"Go out and see more, kid, Quidditch Match is about to start."
Suddenly, a fierce noise came from the Quidditch arena. It was Harry's broomstick that was acting abnormally!
The broom twitched and twisted crazily all the way, slowly and increasingly Highlands driving Harry away from the playing field.
His broomstick began to roll and roll, and Harry could barely hold on without falling. The next second, the broomstick twisted wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it. He was now hanging on the broom handle with only one hand.
This thrilling scene caused everyone to open their eyes wide.
Sean seemed to have remembered something. When he turned around, Hermione had already trudged through the crowd and arrived at the stand where Professor Snape was.
It even caused Professor Quirrell to fall into the front row of seats without stopping to say sorry.
She whispered, "It's Snape, he's causing trouble - he's casting a curse on the broomstick."
Compared to Harry who had no problems, it was Hermione's behavior that made Sean's eyes widen.
Next to another stand.
Hermione was hiding next to Professor Snape, trying to cast a spell on his unhealed injured leg.
She muttered something, but the magic disappeared before it was released.
She turned around in panic and realized it was Sean.
He just put away his wand gracefully and said softly:
"Hermione, look—"
In the sky, Harry was suddenly able to climb back onto his broom.
After a while, the stands erupted with enthusiastic sounds - Harry caught Golden Snitch!
Hermione then turned around stiffly:
"Why is this...Sean?"
Sean did not speak, but returned to Justin and others with Hermione.
Neville was crying, completely unable to see the bravery that he had even dared to face Troll before.
On the highest stand.
Penelope frowned, and the suppressed anger almost engulfed Roger in front of him - he was the athlete of Ravenclaw and the alternate captain of the team Quidditch.
"You are in charge of recruiting new people, but you ignored a young wizard who passed Flying Test - even Gryffindor knows about this!?"
She looked at the burly wizard in front of her as if looking at a pig - maybe the pig was far smarter than him.
"Who would have thought... no one has passed that test for who knows how long..."
Roger was trembling and smiling like a miserable person.
"Go find him quickly!"
Prefect Penelope is furious,
"No - come back! I'm going -"
But it seemed that they were not the only ones looking for Sean. At the corner of the corridor, Sean was the first to be blocked by two red-haired figures.
"Have you finished studying those books?!"
"I've never seen a wizard as talented as you -"
"We gotta teach you something real!"
"It's just a need -"