HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

"Thank you, Severus." Professor Dumbledore carefully looked at the difference between the two bottles of potion, then held it in his hand without putting it away in a hurry.

He still raised his head to see the two children flying fast on the field. Although the cheers there were not loud, they were lively enough that Professor Dumbledore wanted to get closer and watch.

Professor Dumbledore seemed to want to join in the fun: "Do you think it's still too late for us to go over now?"

"Beep——" Unfortunately, as soon as Professor Dumbledore finished speaking, the whistle that had been sounded ten minutes ago was blown over there, and Professor Snape raised his lips and sneered.

"Well, it seems it's too late." Professor Snape didn't want to waste time going outside to blow in the cold wind just to watch Till play Quidditch with that red-haired brat.

A good potions master, he was still studying soul potions in the morning, but now he is flying around on the court.

Professor Snape excused himself to go back and correct his homework, but as he strode away, he still complained about Teal in his heart.

It seems that this student is not very interested in potions.

Humph.

Professor Dumbledore looked at Professor Snape's back as he strode away, feeling that he always had a lot of duplicity. Don't think he didn't see it. Before the whistle sounded and when he just finished speaking, Professor Snape's eyes were clearly moving.

"Young man..." Professor Dumbledore sighed and turned towards the stone beast.

As he gets older, he actually doesn't really like to join in the fun.

The spectators of the two professors were not known to everyone on the court. When Thiel threw a Quaffle into the opposite ring a few seconds before the whistle sounded, the originally stalemate situation suddenly became tilted like Thiel. In a brief ten-minute duel, Till also won.

Ten minutes, 50:40, Till beat Charlie by one goal and 10 points. Those who supported Till screamed like crazy, but those who supported Charlie were not disappointed either.

The last goal may have been a giveaway by Till, but the previous draw between the two was enough to prove that the people they supported did not disappoint them.

Although the game was over, the feeling of soaring in mid-air was really wonderful. After throwing the two Quaffles back into the box, Till and Charlie sat on the flying broomsticks again and circled the court to experience it. The taste of wind.

"You're so awesome. I didn't expect that I would lose to you in the end." Charlie smiled particularly openly. For him, losing to Till, who had always been stronger than him, was really nothing.

The only thing he felt uncomfortable about was that he lost to Till, who was his best chaser.

This game may just be Till's relaxation and a wanton charge, but for Charlie, it is like a mirror placed in front of him, waking him up from his vague sense of superiority.

It doesn't mean that if he joins an American Quidditch training class and is surrounded by talented classmates and talented teachers, he will definitely surpass everyone. Till didn't touch the flying broom for several months, but he still easily defeated him.

Charlie thought so and sighed deeply again.

But Till shook his head with a wry smile and flew around Charlie comfortingly: "Don't think so, my last goal was also a matter of luck. If you were the one who grabbed the ball, wouldn't you be able to score?"

"Of course not." As long as the ball reaches Charlie's hands and as long as the whistle has not blown, Charlie will definitely get the 10 points.

Till's simple rhetorical question made Charlie suddenly enlightened, and the little discomfort in his heart disappeared. He excitedly invited Till to circle with him to see who could fly faster.

Tier raised his eyebrows: "Not enough?"

"How can there be a day when competition is enough on the court?" Charlie leaned over, put his hand on the broom handle, winked at Tier, and then rushed out suddenly, "Go first! Come and catch up. Come on me!"

The wind brought up by Charlie when he flew away quickly messed up the few strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. However, Till was not anxious at all. After tying his hair tightly again with a hair tie, he leaned forward slightly and looked with the naked eye. He quickly caught up with Charlie's back at a frail speed.

Charlie obviously didn't use all his strength. When Till caught up, he tilted his head and glanced at Till provocatively, and then increased his speed.

One is silvery white, the other is fiery red.

Noticing that the two Quidditch geniuses were starting to play again, the audience cheered, and now they could only identify the two figures by their hair color.

Even though Till and Charlie were flying very fast, only Till knew that when she increased her speed, she was already a little distracted, because she easily felt the pressure from Charlie's body.

Many people say that Till is a Quidditch genius. Till admitted that when she first came into contact with flying broomsticks, she felt like a duck in water. No matter how difficult the Quidditch tactics were, she could master them. Can do it right the first time.

But isn’t Charlie a genius? His talent in Quidditch is no weaker than Till's, and he also has one thing that Till especially lacks - hard work.

Till has always had a muddle-headed attitude towards Quidditch. Except for the time when she was playing on the college team, where she fought tooth and nail for it, she didn't pay too much attention to it the rest of the time.

Charlie, however, takes Quidditch very seriously. He has full love and patience for Quidditch.

With talent and hard work, Charlie will one day surpass Till.

Everything just needs to be given to time.

but. Till raised his eyes and glanced at Charlie, who was evenly matched with him, with his peripheral vision. However, the smile on the corner of his mouth was confident, and he flew forward faster.

Charlie will surpass her, but at least not yet.

"Charlie, come and surpass me!" Till shouted loudly. The flying broom flew forward so that it was difficult to catch her figure. The voice was blown away by the wind, but part of it still fell in Charlie's ears.

Piecing the pieces together, Charlie actually listened to the entire message, and not to be outdone, he chased after Till's back.

"I will definitely surpass you!"

Charlie's roar was also loud, fluffy in the wind, but it still fell on some people's ears just like Till's previous words.

The youthful spirit is the most admirable and enviable.

Professor McGonagall, who heard that Till and Charlie were "going crazy" on the court, rushed over and heard the sounds of Till and Charlie yelling at each other.

Professor McGonagall looked anxious for a moment. It was undeniable that she agreed with the student's courage to refuse to admit defeat, but! This is absolutely no reason for them not to care about their own safety!

Why haven't I seen them fly so fast during the game?

Although Till and Charlie had a hearty competition in the end, as soon as they got off the broomstick, they were carried to the office by Professor McGonagall and lectured.

Professor McGonagall does not object to students enjoying the feeling of flying on broomsticks, especially when Charlie is Gryffindor's ace in winning the Quidditch Cup. Professor McGonagall has given him excuse notes several times to practice self-study.

But the speed just now was too dangerous, and Professor McGonagall was even more worried that something would happen to the two students.