A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Of course I won't make things difficult for you; it will definitely be within your capabilities.

Snape's face slowly darkened. "Aaron, are you trying to bargain with me?"

"Hmm...you can understand it that way, and I'll only participate in this year's Quidditch tournament; I won't care about the rest."

If you don't agree, then forget it.

Snape hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded helplessly. "Alright! It's a deal."

But you'd better beat Harry Potter on the field, or you know what will happen.

"I know, I know.

To be honest, Professor, you are really conflicted. I have never met anyone as conflicted as you.

In the first Potions class, you were clearly apologizing to Harry Potter, albeit in a very subtle way, but I could tell you cared about him.

If it were just that you didn't want him to know, that would be one thing, but afterwards you've been targeting him at every turn, acting like you can't stand to see him doing well. Can you tell me why?

"Get out!" Snape roared, pointing at the door.

Aaron was about to say something when Snape's second sentence came through: "Don't make me say it twice, get out."

"Fine, I'll go out then." Aaron immediately got up and walked out.

Just as Aaron was about to step out the door, Snape suddenly spoke up: "By the way, Mr. Gaius, you'd better not pry into my affairs; it won't do you any good."

"Don't worry, I'm not that curious, and I'm not interested in your past."

Consider this...my way of showing you respect!

After Aaron left, Snape gave a bitter smile in the studio. "What an annoying little wizard."

Chapter 25 The Seniors of the Academy Team

7 p.m., Quidditch pitch.

Today, Slytherin has been granted the right to use the pitch, and all seven members of the House team are waiting here. Among them, Seeker Terence looks slightly grim.

Because his status was challenged by a somewhat well-known first-year student.

But since it was Snape's personal recommendation, he couldn't refuse and could only let his abilities speak for themselves.

I simply don't believe that an eleven-year-old boy who has never played Quidditch before can beat this experienced Seeker without any training.

A few minutes later, Aaron arrived, and Abe walked obediently beside him. Snape also came with them.

Seeing this, the academy team members looked somewhat uneasy. If it were just Aaron, they could have given him a little warning.

However, with Snape as their new headmaster, they had no choice but to cooperate obediently and dared not make any small moves.

"Hi! Good evening, everyone!" Aaron greeted them, then went up to shake hands with each of them, appearing very excited.

Although unwilling to let this freshman who "got in through connections" join the college team, one can't hit a smiling face.

Since they were being so polite, they had no choice but to respond obediently, even if they were unwilling. After all, the Headmaster was still there, and Snape held considerable authority in Slytherin.

"That's about enough! Don't tell me you called me here just to see you having a friendly chat with them," Snape said coldly.

“Of course not!” Aaron said, turning around. “I only asked you to come over to avoid trouble.”

Although I am a freshman in Slytherin, I have been at school for two weeks now, so I know some things.

Some Slytherin students are very arrogant, and the House team is even more overbearing. Breaking the rules of the game is commonplace for them, and I don't think they would be very friendly to me, a freshman.

If I don't bring someone of high enough status to back me up, I estimate it will take me about half an hour to deal with their difficult behavior.

Although I don't care, it's better to avoid trouble!

Upon hearing this, Snape looked at the seven and saw that they were gritting their teeth but dared not speak out. His face darkened instantly, and he immediately cursed, "Look at you all now, you are a disgrace to Slytherin."

Are Slytherins really incapable of taking on a challenge? I'm not asking him to directly replace Terence. The capable rise, the mediocre fall. If you don't even have this much confidence, then you should put down your magic broom and leave the House team as soon as possible.

Otherwise, it would prove that I am better than him.

The seven were so embarrassed by the rebuttal that they realized it wasn't as serious as Snape had made it out to be. They weren't incapable of accepting the challenge; they were just a little resentful.

But faced with the furious Snape, they dared not utter a single word.

“Ahem! Professor Snape, that’s enough,” Aaron said. “They didn’t do it on purpose.”

As he spoke, Aaron looked at the seven "seniors" of the school team, his expression full of apology, "Don't worry, everyone. I'm only participating in this Quidditch match against Gryffindor. It doesn't mean I'm really going to replace Senior Terence."

Headmaster Snape felt that since Gryffindor had a new Seeker, and we Slytherins couldn't bully others, he could only challenge me, a first-year student, to a fair competition with Harry Potter.

I solemnly promise everyone that I will withdraw from the college team after this competition, and I will absolutely not affect my friendship with the upperclassmen. Furthermore, I will never participate in any Quidditch competitions organized by the school in the future.

The seven members of the academy team looked at each other, momentarily speechless.

I thought Aaron got in through connections, but I didn't expect there was another reason.

And they're showing real sincerity! They're not going to participate in Quidditch anymore—that takes a huge commitment! Compared to them, they seem rather ashamed.

None of them noticed that Snape had several black lines on his face. If he didn't want to participate in the competition, he just didn't want to participate! Why did he have to make it sound so high-sounding?

However, this guy was no pushover. In just a few words, he changed the proud Slytherin's opinion and even made them feel a little favorably towards him.

Wow! The Gaius family really has a worthy successor.

With this skill of blatantly lying, this family can at least maintain its glory for several more decades.

"Hmph! Enough with the nonsense," Snape said, then looked at Aaron. "You're quite adept at using someone else's power, but we'll only know the outcome after the competition."

“Professor Snape, I understand what you mean completely!” Aaron said modestly. “My strength may not be as good as Terence’s, but I must at least be recognized by the House team, otherwise I am not qualified to represent Slytherin in the competition.”

"Just know."

"Thank you for your understanding, Professor, but before we officially begin the competition, I need to clarify something."

I'm usually quite busy, so I probably don't have much time to train before official competitions.

As soon as these words were spoken, Snape and the House team's expressions turned grim.

Even if someone has talent, they shouldn't waste it like this! Not training before a match, do they really think Quidditch is something special?!

“Don’t push your luck,” Snape said coldly.

"Professor, please let me finish. What I mean is that I want to compete with my seniors in three rounds."

The Seeker only needs to focus on the Golden Snitch on the field, so whether or not they participate in training is not that important.

Therefore, I suggest that the first match should only have the Golden Snitch on the field. Whoever catches it first, me or Terence, will win. If I am lucky enough to win, it will prove that I am capable of participating in this Quidditch match.

The second match was also about who could catch the Golden Snitch first, but it was a little more difficult than the first match, with two wandering balls to interfere. If I managed to win under these circumstances, it would prove that I didn't win the first match by luck, and that would convince all the senior students.

As for the third match, it will still be a contest to see who catches the Golden Snitch first. In addition to adding the Loopball, we also need to add the Quaffle, and we also need to ask the senior students from the academy team to come down and block me, but we can't use bats.

"If I, an eleven-year-old freshman, can still win like this, then..." Aaron paused, smiling at everyone on the academy team, "...please don't disturb my studies before the match, and also..."

"Are you trying to challenge our entire team all by yourself?" Captain Marcus interrupted him, annoyed. This was blatant provocation.

"Hey! Of course not, how can you say that?"

I just wanted to simulate the competition scenario as realistically as possible.

"you..."

Marcus was about to say something when Snape stopped him with a look. He looked at Aaron and asked, "Anything else?"

"Also, you can't foul during official matches," Aaron said seriously. "After all, there's no point in winning if you foul."

Although I won't foul, I don't want to hear people say that Slytherin's victories were achieved through fouls.

Of course, you senior students can choose not to participate in the third match, just the first two will suffice, but please don't call me to training before the official matches.

“Yes, of course I’ll agree. Why wouldn’t I?” Marcus said with a sneer. “But I guarantee you’ll regret it.”

“Very well, then let Professor Snape be our witness.”

Everyone turned to look at Snape, who was dressed in black robes. Snape stared at Aaron with a grim expression. "Are you sure you want to do this? They might not show any mercy."

"Yes, but..."

"But what?"

"But when I cry for help, Professor, you must save me," Aaron said righteously.

Snape's lips twitched. "So you can be afraid after all?"

"Nonsense, otherwise why would I have called you here? If you really think that's enough to just put on a show, then the value of your position as dean is far too low."

Hearing Aaron's self-righteous tone, Snape's face darkened, but he also nodded blankly. Then he looked at the college team, who were fully prepared and ready to teach Aaron a lesson at any moment, and said calmly, "I agree to these three games, but you must not hold back. I will cover for you when it comes to the crucial moments."

The seven members of the academy team exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

Chapter 26 is just one against seven, isn't it?

Aaron and Terence sat on flying broomsticks, hovering on the east and west sides of the field respectively.

The Golden Snitch was taken out by Snape, and it rapidly flapped its wings, moving around the court at high speed. Finding it in the twilight was no easy task.

A few seconds later, a buzzing sound rang in Aaron's ears. He instinctively reached out his right hand to grab it, but he caught nothing.

The Golden Snitch was incredibly fast, only slightly slower than a flying broomstick, and dodged the attack the moment Aaron reached out.

His movements caught Terence's attention, and upon spotting the Golden Snitch, he immediately flew over on his broom.

Seeing this, Aaron shrugged and gave him a harmless smile before decisively turning around to chase after the Golden Snitch. Being close still had its advantages, although these advantages were negligible in Quidditch and even fleeting.

Unless the Golden Snitch flies in a straight line, the other party can catch up in a few seconds, and it is almost impossible to catch a Golden Snitch whose movement has no rules in those few seconds.

The Golden Snitch began circling the court, with Aaron close behind. No matter how tricky its flight angle was, he could keep up and keep closing the distance.

Seeing this, everyone was reluctant to admit it, but Terence's flying skills were indeed somewhat inferior to Aaron's.

Terence also noticed this, so he temporarily changed his tactics. Instead of chasing from behind, he predicted a direction and blocked the Golden Snitch in front of him.

But his sudden appearance caused the Golden Snitch to slow down noticeably. Although it was a ball, it was a ball that didn't want to be caught, and it wasn't going to foolishly run into someone else's hands.

But in that very short pause, a large hand grabbed him from behind.

Terence stared blankly at the scene, then slammed on the brakes and violently swung his arms twice to vent his anger.

"I'm sorry, senior," Aaron said modestly. "It seems I won by sheer luck this time."