Harry Potter’s Strongest Senior

"We gathered in the school doctor's office in the middle of the night, who was injured?" Looking at the situation, Sean could only think so.

On the other side of the school doctor's room, Mick was lying on the hospital bed with a bandage on his left arm, and bright red blood was printed under the white bandage.

"It's too messy, what do you want to do?" Dumbledore asked Mick bluntly.

"It's a good thing that Firenze brought you out to us to deal with, otherwise you would have died in the Forbidden Forest." Hagrid said fearfully.

Mick was injured by an arrow, his face was pale, there was no trace of blood on his lips, and he looked very weak.

Dumbledore gave the scepter to the centaur for protection, and told no one to approach the centaur's territory unless he went to retrieve the scepter himself, even Hagrid was no exception.

Tonight Mick entered the centaur's territory without authorization. Although Firenze had seen Mick, he still kept the agreement with Dumbledore, so the centaur shot an arrow at Mick as a warning.

Mick ignored the centaur's warning and wanted to force his way in, but was wounded by an arrow and carried to Hagrid's cabin by Firenze.

The centaur's arrows were coated with a special poison, and the magic power would be eroded after being hit by a wizard or a magical creature. Fortunately, Hagrid asked the centaur to understand the medicine, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"I'm worried about the scepter, I want to get it back." Mick said weakly.

"Are you kidding? Don't worry? You've been hurt like this by the centaur, why don't you worry, the scepter is safer with you than with the centaur?" Snape said with a heart-rending sentence. Falling Mick.

"I still stick to my opinion." Mick said stiffly.

Snape's eyes looked at Mick like a poisonous snake, "Is it you who broke into the Forbidden Forest last night?"

"No, that's why I said it's not safe to put the scepter on the centaur."

Snape remained silent, then shook his sleeves and turned to leave the school infirmary.

"Listen, kid, you can tell me what happened." Dumbledore calmed down and asked patiently.

Mick shook his head, "Intuition tells me that the scepter is no longer safe there."

"Firenze has confirmed that the scepter and Lu Wei are fine, you should try to relax your nerves," Dumbledore said.

Mick was noncommittal, and even though the facts were in front of him, he seemed unwilling to accept them. Stubbornly, he still believed that the centaurs could not guard the scepter.

"Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, you will have to work hard to take care of this child tonight."

Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, was enough to take care of the patients. Old Deng asked Professor McGonagall to also stay. He still wanted to watch Mick so that he would not do any risky things again.

Sean looked at the three Snapes who left on the Marauder's Map. Although he was very curious about what happened in the school infirmary, judging from the current situation, Mick should be injured.

But Professor McGonagall stayed in the school infirmary, and Sean gave up the idea of ​​sneaking over to have a look.

"Forget it, just ask Hagrid tomorrow." Apparently, Sean regarded Hagrid as an information vending machine, which was free.

Hagrid lived up to expectations, and Sean got what he wanted to know from Hagrid without much effort the next afternoon.

"I think Professor Snape's suspicions are right. What if Mick was caught stealing? He wasn't caught the first time, but he was caught the second time." Sean said.

"It's not a good word to use the word self-stealing." Hagrid said with some dissatisfaction.

Sean froze for a moment, and then realized that Hagrid in front of him was also one of the guards, saying that Mick was talking about him, so Sean quickly apologized.

"Sorry, Hagrid, I didn't mean that."

"Mick would never do something like guarding himself and stealing himself. He and Quintus risked their lives to come to Hogwarts. If he wants the scepter, he can take it on the way."

Sean was silent, what Hagrid said made sense, but if that was the case, someone else broke into the Forbidden Forest for the first time,

Mick could be forgiven for worrying about the scepter being stolen.

It has been more than two months since Sean applied for the Time-Turner, and the Ministry of Magic still has no reply. The second game came before the Time-Turner.

On December 15th, the second match of the four-school friendly match was held on the Quidditch pitch as scheduled. Since the players in this match were temporarily reported to the referee, no one knew who their opponent was, so the second match Also known as the "Battle of Luck".

The members of the Hogwarts representative team have long been decided, Zach in the first round, Penello in the second round, and Percy in the third round.

The rule of the second game is to shoot down the opponent's wand or make the opponent lose the ability to resist within ten minutes.

The second and third games are the elimination system. Two teams compete. The team with the lowest points will be eliminated. After that, the two eliminated teams will compete again. The losing team can only take the fourth place and enter the forest of the valley. That is the fourth.

The remaining three teams competed in the elimination system, and finally ranked first, second and third.

Before the start of the second round, the professors were going to draw their opponents. Professor McGonagall returned to the tent where Hogwarts was resting from the field. She had already got the opponent's name.

"Professor, which team is it?" Charlie asked nervously.

Professor McGonagall raised the parchment in her hand, which was the list she had just drawn from Crouch's cloth bag, and she handed the parchment to Charlie.

Charlie took the parchment under the eyes of the other five people, slowly unfolded it, and then read the words on it.

"Ilvermorny. Our opponent is Ilvermorny!"

"Ilphmorny, Dean Winchester has already compared the first game, and the next thing to pay attention to is Day Walker Kraven and captain Gilbert Fontana." Sean said.

"I think these two will definitely stay in the third team match." Theo touched his chin.

Although the players in the second match were all luck, it doesn't mean that the battle on the field is also luck.

Zach, Penello, and Percy were selected as the contestants for the second round in September, so the professors trained the three of them individually, even if their strength could not be greatly improved in a short period of time.

But some combat skills and strategies for the second game also gave the three more ways to deal with the enemy.

"Please enter the first round of the second round of Hogwarts and Ilvermorny." Crouch used the amplification spell to make his voice resound throughout the arena.

"I can do it, I can do it." Zach clenched his fists aside, secretly cheering himself up.

Sean saw that he was a little nervous, so he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Zach, don't be nervous, think about it, the opponent's contestant might be a sophomore, and she should be the one who should be nervous."

Zach nodded after listening, "That's right, if that Sunwalker and Fontana don't show up, I shouldn't be afraid of the rest of them."

"That's right, come on," Sean said.

Under the watchful eyes of all the teachers and students in the school, Zach slowly walked in from the entrance of the stadium, and a short figure walked out from the opposite entrance.

"Merlin's beard, did Sean open his mouth?"

The contestant sent by Ilvermorny is Joanna Brady, a sophomore, a cute little girl.

"Zach, lighten your hand." Roger shouted from the audience.

The students around looked at Roger with contempt, obviously feeling ashamed of his sympathetic, bah, ungrateful behavior.

"This is also a talent." Sean looked at Roger helplessly.

Zach, who was in the fifth grade, and Joanna, who was in the second grade, no matter how they looked at it, Zach would definitely win, but the ensuing match also opened Sean's eyes.

"It turned out that the second game was played like this."

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