Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Fourteen contestants were divided into two teams, and fourteen broomsticks were arranged in various formations, interspersed and detoured in the air.

A Quaffle for scoring, two Bludgers for hitting the nearest player and forcing the team into confusion, plus the Snitch, who is as nimble as a hummingbird and invisible.

The collision of blood, the competition of tactical arrays, and the contest of passion and speed are really exciting.

Even a layman like Wang Xuebin, who knows nothing about Quidditch, will inevitably feel a little bit of emotion called enthusiasm amidst the enthusiastic cheers and cheers of the people around him.

"Come on! Come on! Gryffindor! Come on!...beautiful!"

Looking at the enthusiastic Professor McGonagall beside him, and looking at the expressions of other professors who have long been familiar with it, Wang Xuebin said that his knowledge is still shallow...

That's right, the cheering people around him were none other than an avid Quidditch fan—Professor McGonagall!

Today is Saturday, and Wang Xuebin was going to ask Professor McGonagall for advice on the key points of Transfiguration Animagus. If there are no problems, he is going to try to practice this interesting magic under the care of Professor McGonagall.

Unexpectedly, he had just arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, and before he even had time to say anything, he was dragged by the excited Professor McGonagall, hurried to the teacher's viewing platform of the stadium, sat there, He stretched his neck with an excited look on his face.

Seeing Professor McGonagall acting like this, Wang Xuebin was not ashamed to interrupt several times.

Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall who was waiting anxiously saw Wang Xuebin's hesitant gesture, and then he suddenly understood, and began to talk to him about the history and glory of Quidditch at Hogwarts ...

In the process of narrating, she focused on introducing the glorious history of the Gryffindor team, and boasted of her Quidditch talent without any trace.

By the way, he scorned the opponents of the opening game, the Slytherin team, which was only good at stealthy foul tactics, and Professor Slughorn rolled his eyes beside him.

No way, everyone knows that Professor McGonagall, who is serious and rigid on weekdays, has no reason to say once he meets a Quidditch match!

And out of dissatisfaction with the Slytherin College that knocked her off the flying broomstick, she would derogate the Slytherin team almost every year during the Quidditch match. Professor Slughorn has long been aware of this. Habits, other professors have also seen it.

"...See, see, these Slytherin bastards are trying to foul again, look at their formation, William Hall is advancing, this formation was used to hide the violation of Quidditch Rule 411 Invented with intent!

I just knew they were always like this, they were like this back then, and they are still like this now..."

Seeing that the Slytherin team had the upper hand, Professor McGonagall began to complain endlessly again. Wang Xuebin's blood, which had just been raised, was broken by Professor McGonagall Rory before it could burn. The thought was extinguished.

Cool and crisp...

It really doesn't make sense...

"...Professor Gu Yi!"

Professor McGonagall was still watching the game intently, complaining non-stop while watching.

Professor Slughorn, who was sitting on the other side of the chair, rolled his eyes again when he heard Professor McGonagall's nonsense accusations, and waved at Wang Xuebin, who had a look of lovelessness, and asked him to come and take a seat.

No way, who made the Slytherin team have the upper hand? If the Slytherin team fell into a disadvantage, Professor Slughorn probably didn't have the heart to think about anything else.

"Huh...what's the matter, Professor Horace, is there anything I can do for you?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Professor Slughorn smiled and waved his hands, leaning against his ear, and said loudly:

"Professor Gu Yi, I heard from Albus that you plan to teach the children some... more practical magic?"

After all, Professor Slughorn did not say the word black magic, but used a more cryptic expression.

Wang Xuebin glanced at him curiously, then nodded calmly.

"Yes, I believe you have heard about the situation in the wizarding world. Under the current circumstances, Professor Dumbledore and I both believe that it is more important for students to master some useful spells!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Slughorn nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Wang Xuebin, frowned and said:

"Professor Gu Yi, it's not that I'm disappointed... I don't have any objections to you teaching students... more practical magic, but... I think...

Not all students are capable enough to fully master this type of magic without being affected, so... don't know if you need to think about it... selective teaching...

You know, black magic is not a kind of good, every wizard who studies it will definitely be affected by it, the students are still young, I'm afraid..."

Speaking of this, Professor Slughorn seemed to remember something terrible, his body shook, his face turned pale, and he sat on the bench, mumbling his mouth, as if some foreign object had blocked his throat.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin naturally guessed Slughorn's concerns. For a professor who once taught Tom about Horcruxes, Voldemort's nightmare is probably a hurdle he will never get over in his life!

"Don't worry, I have prepared for this..."

As Wang Xuebin said, he turned his head and looked at the Slytherin team that had already caught the Golden Snitch. The cheers from Slytherin College raised his eyebrows and said:

"Perhaps, it won't be long before you see the wizarding league glory match held by the dueling club I founded. Believe me, it will be a match as exciting as Quidditch!"

Chapter 515 Vacation, go to France

"...Three routes...neutral black magic creatures...defensive city walls...the flag of the college...a very creative game, not only can exercise the resilience of the students, but also cultivate the unity of the students Collaborative spirit!"

In the principal's office, Dumbledore put down the competition system, regulations and purpose of the Wizards League Glory Competition submitted by Wang Xuebin, and said with admiration:

"I believe that choosing you to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is the most correct choice I have made in my life!"

"Haha, you are too praised, and it is also my honor!"

Wang Xuebin, who came to the principal's office for afternoon tea, held the top-quality Ceylon black tea that Dumbledore got from somewhere, sipped it, and said modestly with a smile:

"...To be honest, it is also the first time for me to be a professor, teaching so many students, to be honest, I feel pretty good!"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's upturned mouth, Dumbledore also laughed, blinked his blue eyes, and said with a smile:

"...That's good, I sincerely hope that the teaching experience at Hogwarts can bring you some different experiences during your extraordinary journey!

It would be even better if there were some gains..."

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin raised his brows lightly, looked up at Dumbledore with a warm smile on his face, and hooked the corner of his mouth, showing the same warm smile.

"...Of course, I thought so too..."

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other, and Qi Qi showed the meaning of keeping silent.

"...correct!"

Suddenly, Dumbledore seemed to think of some important question, slapped his head, looked up at Wang Xuebin and said:

"I just remembered that I have a friend who may be able to provide a lot of help for your Wizards Union glory plan!

Just don't know...would you mind spending a different Christmas in France? "

"France?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wang Xuebin seemed to realize something, raised his eyebrows, glanced at Dumbledore, and nodded slightly.

"Perhaps... the experience experience is also good!"

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