Harry Potter’s Strongest Senior

Forty minutes into the game, the scores of the two teams were even, 150:150. Gryffindor organized an orderly counterattack, but Slytherin was in disarray.

The four people in front didn't know if it was because they were losing points in a row, and each of them was restless, so they couldn't even make a decent cooperation cut.

After losing another point, Flint finally couldn't help scolding his teammates.

"Graham, what are you doing? I told you to go to the southeast, can't you read the eyes? How stupid."

"Didn't you tell Terence to defend against the southeast?" Graham, who was flying to the east, said confusedly.

The Slytherin teammates began to get anxious, not only the level of tacit understanding declined, but also made technical mistakes again and again.

"Damn it, can't you even pass the ball?" Flint cursed at Cassius loudly.

Cassius looked at the right hand who just passed the ball in shame. He should have cut the ball out with a hook, but George and Fred were chasing too closely. He panicked and passed the ball long. As a result, Flynn Te didn't catch the ball and was intercepted by George.

Sean shook his head. Slytherin was about to lose. Flint, a brash man, was really not suitable for leading a team. When the score fell behind, he blindly blamed his teammates instead of thinking about adjusting tactics and rebuilding morale.

"It looks like you Slytherins are going to lose," Cedric said.

Harry and Draco were chasing the Snitch higher up in the sky. The two were almost neck-to-neck, and the broom was flying vertically upwards at nearly ninety degrees.

The Golden Snitch is only the size of a walnut. Its thin wings vibrate at a very high frequency, and its movements are swift and agile, making it extremely difficult to entangle.

Suddenly, the Golden Snitch stopped for a moment, and then flew in the opposite direction, the two of them had no time to stop, and rushed over the head, but Harry had a year of competition experience, and his skills were better than Draco's .

He exerted strength with his arms and calves at the same time, stopped the broom, then immediately turned over and rushed down with the Golden Snitch.

Because of the sudden brake, Draco paused for a moment, and the distance between him and Harry was several meters away.

"Look at Draco, he's still inexperienced." Cedric said with his head raised.

Two minutes later, the game ended at the moment Harry caught the Snitch, and the score between Slytherin and Gryffindor was 180:210, plus catching the Snitch, Gryffindor added 150 points, and the final 180 :360.

The Slytherins flew back to the ground dejectedly, and Flint grabbed them and cursed at them, but said nothing to Draco.

"He's here." Chris glanced at her.

Cassius walked over with the Nimbus 2001 with a downcast expression. He was completely different from before the game. Even the new broom in his hand could not arouse his excitement.

Sean patted Cassius on the shoulder, "Don't blame yourself, I don't blame you for the loss, it's because the team's tactics and coordination were not done well."

"Cedric, don't you think so?" Sean looked at Cedric and asked him to speak to comfort Cassius.

"That's right. There is a problem with your tactics, and Flint doesn't want to adjust it. You can't do it alone as a support person." Cedric said objectively.

Chris followed suit, "We know you tried your best."

"I know, after we got Nimbus 2001, everyone became a little overconfident." Cassius said in a deep voice with his head down.

Sean patted Cassius again. If he can realize the problem, he has learned his lesson and grown up.

In fact, the level of Slytherin players is not bad. Before Harry entered school, Slytherin was the Hogwarts Quidditch champion for four consecutive years.

But in the following years, Slytherin suffered consecutive defeats, not only to Gryffindor, but also to the other two houses. Sean felt that it was the captain Flint's problem. If he was replaced by a capable captain, he wouldn't be so depressed.

Seven o'clock on Saturday night is the time for Ouroboros to meet in the sixth-floor prefect's bathroom, and this is Astoria's second week at the party.

"Draco, how's your Ghoul Kiss learning going?" Sean asked.

When Draco first came in last year, Theo taught him this kind of magic, and it was also the first black magic that Sean learned when he joined the club in the first year.

Ghoul's Kiss has only four magic frameworks, and it is an entry-level black magic in Ouroboros. Almost every first black magic given to a newcomer by the president is this.

"Of course I did," Draco said.

Learning black magic requires more care than ordinary magic, so even though Ghoul's Kiss only has four magic frames, Draco slowly learned it for more than two months under Theo's supervision.

"Okay, you teach Astoria." Sean said, and then he arranged tasks for others.

"Kane, take Keith and Paul to review the few spells you taught last year, Chris and Bernard, you two come with me."

Draco didn't think much about it. According to Sean's arrangement, he and Astoria made a pair, first demonstrated the ghoul kiss to her, and then explained it to her from the theory.

The prefect's bathroom is spacious and luxurious, and the three groups are separated in three corners. Sean, Chris, and Bernard walked to the window.

"I want to teach you some lethal magic that schools don't teach." Sean said.

"Ah, isn't that what black magic is?" Bernard said.

"Different from black magic, what I want to teach is serious magic."

"Got it, what kind of magic is it?" Chris asked.

"This magic is called Flowing Fire, and it has ten magic frames. After casting the spell, it can emit a fiery fireball."

Flowing fire is like a star that Sean stole from Greek Mick when he was in the second grade. Mick can release eight fireballs with this magic.

In the first month of learning, Sean could only release 3 or 3 fireballs. After two months, he found that the upper limit of the magic amount was 8 fireballs.

"Ten magic frames, isn't it too difficult?" Bernard said worriedly.

He is just in the third grade now, and most of the magic taught in the third grade is five or six magic frames. Only in the sixth grade will he start teaching magic with more than ten frames.

Of course, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is excluded. What you learn in this class is not to read the textbook, but to see the level of the professor. When Professor Morrissey was there, Sean even learned the Patronus Charm from him, although he has never had the chance use.

"Bernard, believe in yourself, learn two more powerful spells, so that you can protect yourself in the future." Sean said.

"Yeah, you're right." Facing the idol's words, Berner agreed unconditionally.

Sean thought that he would start teaching them powerful magic in the third and fourth grades, and when something happened in school, they would be able to help.

As for Draco and Astoria, they are still young, and Sean still has time to observe. Even if Voldemort attacks the school in the seventh grade, there are still five years to go.