Chapter 174 Sean Wants to Join the Quidditch Team?

Xiao En pays attention to one word and fast in learning things by himself, but he still takes it step by step and focuses on steady words when teaching others.

"Let's talk about the analysis of the framework first, and find a time to show you the actual effect of casting spells." Sean said.

Bernard scratched his head, pulled his face and said, "This one is too difficult."

"Take your time, you are Lestrange." Sean encouraged.

When Bernard heard this, he suddenly regained his energy. Yes, he belongs to the ancient Lestrange family, and no magic can stump him.

"By the way, don't tell others about the magic I teach you."

"Is there something wrong?" Chrissy asked.

Sean shook his head, "Not really, it's always good to hide one's hand."

After the party ended, it was already nine o'clock, and everyone went back to the Slytherin lounge one after another in twos and threes. On the way, Sean happened to meet Cassius who was also going to the dormitory.

"Why do you smell like sweat?" Sean asked.

Cassius's face was still flushed with the blush left by the exercise, "I just came back from the stadium, and there was no one at night, so I went to practice for a while."

Sean's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect Cassius to attach so much importance to the gains and losses of the game. He looked like a fool in class, and he seemed to be a different person as soon as he went on the court.

"Don't be too tired, your body won't be able to handle it," Sean said.

"I know. After that, I will go to the court to practice for an hour every night." Cassius said seriously.

Cassius joined the team in the second year. When he first joined the team, he basically had no chance to play. As a substitute, he occasionally had a chance to play, which would make him happy for several days.

In the third grade, Cassius became the official Chaser, but last year when Harry entered the Gryffindor team, Cassius had bad luck. He ran into Harry in the first game, and Slytherin lost. Dropped the game.

And this year, according to the development in the original plot, the Quidditch event was canceled midway due to the basilisk incident, and now there may be no basilisk, and the game should proceed normally.

"In a normal game, Slytherin will lose again." Since losing to Gryffindor last year, Slytherin began to lose to other teams in turn.

"I have to help Cassius." As a friend, Sean didn't want to see Cassius become decadent because of the repeated defeats of his beloved Quidditch.

"Sean, we have to help him." Chris said.

"Yeah." Sean nodded.

Chris said thoughtfully, "Flint's use of tactics is really bad. He likes physical confrontation very much. Why don't you talk to him and let him pay attention to tactics."

With Sean's influence in Slytherin House, if he came forward, Flint would give him face to sit down and chat with him.

"However, I don't know how to talk about tactics." Sean said helplessly.

He didn't pay attention to Quidditch before, even if he was asked to say something professional all of a sudden, he couldn't hold a fart.

But he still said calmly, "I will think of other ways."

The next day, on Sunday, Sean went to the Quidditch pitch after breakfast. After losing the game yesterday, the right to use the pitch was given to Gryffindor, and Flint asked the players to continue training on Sunday.

"Sean, what did you think of?" Chris asked, walking aside.

"You'll know later." Sean said wistfully.

The two came to the stadium, which would be because it was Sunday and morning, and there was no one in the audience except the seven Slytherins practicing in the air.

Flint was also not very satisfied with Draco's performance yesterday, oh no, it should be said that he lost the game, and he was not satisfied with anyone's performance.

Draco was chasing the Snitch around the field at this time, up and down, left and right, if you say that the best skill in a team should be the Seeker, and the Seeker needs excellent skills, Speed ​​and agility are indispensable.

Sean yelled into the air, "Flint, can you pause for a moment, I have something to tell you."

Hearing the sound from the auditorium, Flint looked around and saw that it was Sean and Chris who were coming. He stopped the broom, and then flew down slowly.

Flint jumped off the broom and landed on the audience tower. "What are you talking about?"

Sean glanced at Cassius in the sky, then stared at Flint and said.

"I want to join the team."

"What, did I hear you right?" Flint asked in surprise, he also knew about Sean's flying lessons.

"I have nothing to say about your other subjects, but Quidditch, your D in flying class (Dreadful means bad) is not a joke to want to join the team?" Flint said.

Chris on the side was also completely unexpected. Flint only heard that Chris had seen Sean's terrible flying skills every time.

In private, some classmates joked about whether Sean's cerebellum was underdeveloped.

"Of course I'm not joking, I'm here to help Slytherin win the championship." Sean said with a solemn expression.

Flint couldn't help but sarcastically said, "As far as your skills are concerned, you can't even compare with the second-year students in the team assessment."

"Technology will always improve. If you don't believe me, let's compare." Sean said.

Flint sneered, "I'll do whatever you want to compare."

Sean looked at Draco who was still chasing the Snitch and said, "Compare whoever catches the Snitch first."

"Are you serious?" Flint is already giving Xiao En a lot of face. Compared with him as the captain, it's even more difficult than catching the Golden Snitch. It's not something that can be done just by being able to ride a broom.

"I don't have time to waste time entertaining you." Sean said seriously.

Flint glanced at Draco, then called, "Draco, come here."

Draco stopped chasing the Snitch when he heard Flint calling him, and the others stopped in the air to watch Flint and Sean.

They couldn't hear the conversation between the two from above, and if Cassius knew that Sean was going to join the team, he would definitely be surprised and couldn't close his jaw.

"Flint." Draco flew to the audience, he glanced at Sean, wondering why Sean came here.

"Come down and rest for a while, and give me the broom," said Flint.

Draco didn't speak, flew straight to the tower, then jumped down, and he handed the broom to Flint.

Flint took the broom, turned around and said to Sean, "The latest Nimbus 2001, if you fall off the broom, I can fly you to the school infirmary as quickly as possible."

"He wants to fly?" Draco figured out why Flint wanted the broom.

"That's right, our top student, the pride of Slytherin, Sean, is going to join the team, but before that he has to compete with me, and if he wins against me, he will be one of us."

Sean took the Nimbus 2001 from Flint, and the feeling in his hands was obviously heavier than the broom for flying lessons.

"Are you sure? If not, replace me." Chris said in a low voice.

Her flying skills can't be said to be very good, but she is much better than Sean.

"I know, just watch." Sean stepped on the pedal of the broom with one foot. This kind of cool take-off posture cannot be done without two years of competition.

Flint was startled, didn't he say that Sean's flying lessons were very good, and how he acted like a skilled veteran.

"When did his flying skills become so powerful?" Chris was surprised.

"Sean?" Cassius in the sky was even more confused about the situation.

Flint got on the broom and quickly lifted into the air. There was a distance of two meters between the two. He turned to Draco and said.

"Draco, you yell to start."

Draco nodded, and called out the countdown, "3, 2, 1, start."

Sean and Draco rushed out in a whoosh, and everyone's eyes followed them.

"Six minutes, the Golden Snitch must be caught within six minutes." Sean set a countdown for himself.