Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

"Can you cast wandless spells, Krum?"

Sebastian's voice penetrated the whistling wind through magic and reached Krum's ears clearly.

Krum was slightly stunned and slightly slowed down his flying speed.

Wandless casting?

I can do it, but I'm not very proficient at it.

Krum opened his mouth and wanted to explain his situation, but his voice was torn into pieces by the strong wind, leaving only some vague syllables.

Sebastian saw through his predicament and gently waved his right hand: "It doesn't matter, as long as you understand the principle of wandless casting."

"Don't talk, just follow my instructions now." Sebastian's voice continued to come, with a steady rhythm, which made Krum feel unexpectedly at peace.

"Feel your magic power, imagine it as a thin mist, let it flow from deep within your body and envelope the Golden Snitch."

Krum nodded and adjusted his broom to a steadier flight.

He concentrated his mind, blocked out the noise and cold wind around him, and focused on feeling the flow of his magic power. It was a warm and powerful feeling, like a flame gushing from the depths of his heart, or like gentle waves.

He began to try to release his magic power, letting it diffuse into the air little by little.

However, this process was not smooth.

Krum himself was not very proficient in wandless spellcasting, and now that he was on a rapidly flying Firebolt, he had to devote most of his attention to chasing the Golden Snitch in front of him. This caused his magic power to be sometimes too dispersed and sometimes too concentrated, like an uncontrollable wild horse, running rampant in his body.

After trying, not only did he fail to control the release of magic power, but even the Golden Snitch could not keep up.

Sebastian didn't urge him, but just flew not far from Krum, with an encouraging gleam in his eyes.

He knew that Krum possessed great talent and amazing willpower, and as long as he was given enough time, he would be able to break through his limitations.

The actions of the two made the audience in the audience a little confused. The young wizards talked about it and various speculations emerged.

"Why doesn't Professor Swan continue to catch the Golden Snitch? I'm still filming it."

"Is Professor Swan mocking Krum? After all, it was Krum who initiated the challenge."

"No wonder Krum slowed down. He must have been ridiculed to the point of breaking down."

"Wow, if that's the case, do you think Krum will be so angry that he will fight Professor Swan in the sky?"

"It's not impossible. I'm really looking forward to the next development."

More than ten minutes passed, as the noise from the audience grew louder, Krum's mouth curled up slightly.

He finally found the balance point to control his magic power. A layer of invisible power like mist overflowed from his body and gradually extended towards the Golden Snitch.

At the same time, he accelerated again, quickly shortening the distance between him and the Snitch.

Soon, a strange feeling appeared in his mind. Krum felt that he could sense all the movements of the Golden Snitch even with his eyes closed.

Seeing that Krum had finally gotten the hang of it, Sebastian nodded with satisfaction.

Magic perception is a very advanced skill. Usually, a wizard's magic level must reach that of an adult wizard before he can start to learn it, so most magic schools will not teach students this.

Even Hogwarts only started teaching sixth and seventh year students in the past two years.

Students also gradually began to apply their magical perception to duels, potions, alchemy and Quidditch.

Of course, for Quidditch, well-developed motor nerves are more important, and extraordinary flying skills are the foundation of the foundation.

If your motor nerves are not well developed and your flying skills are not up to par, then no matter how clear your magic perception is, it will be useless because your body will not be able to react.

Krum has great talent, and things are much easier now.

"The essence of the Golden Snitch is an alchemical creation," Sebastian said at the right time, "so when it is about to turn quickly, the magic patterns on it will show different magical fluctuations in advance."

Hearing Sebastian's instructions, Krum concentrated his attention and soon sensed a slight movement coming from the right side of the Golden Snitch. The movement was so subtle that it was almost unnoticeable.

Just when he was wondering if he had sensed it wrong, the Golden Snitch suddenly turned and flew towards the sky to the right.

It turns out that this is the secret of how Professor Swann can predict the movements of the Golden Snitch in advance.

Krum was very excited, and when he sensed movement again, he adjusted his broom in advance and dived down.

As expected, the direction the Golden Snitch turned was exactly as he predicted. Although there was some error in the distance, it was enough.

Krum's arm shot out like lightning and caught the Snitch with precision, his movements swift and clean. The Snitch trembled slightly in his palm, but was unable to break free.

The audience on the field suddenly burst into deafening cheers, and the entire Quidditch field was ignited by a jubilant atmosphere.

They finally realized that Professor Swan was giving Krum a live lesson.

"Great, Professor Swan is awesome!"

"This is the spirit of sportsmanship, this is Professor Swan's vision."

"More than that, this is also a legacy. This is the legacy passed down from the former world's number one seeker to the current world's number one seeker."

"I'm so touched. This is the charm of Quidditch!"

Krum revealed a rare smile. This was not the first time he caught the Golden Snitch, but it was the first time he won in this way, combining the skills of magic perception.

He continued to chase the remaining three golden snitches. His skills became more and more proficient, and soon he caught all the remaining golden snitches into the bag.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, he and Sebastian slowly descended to the ground.

"Professor, how did you find the location of the Golden Snitch in advance? Did you also rely on magical perception?"

"That's right. As long as your magic perception range is large enough, the Golden Snitch can fly faster or farther without any problem. Keep it up, Krum."

After landing, as soon as he returned the bag of the Golden Snitch to Madam Hooch, Krum picked up his wand and cast a loudspeaker spell on himself.

"First of all, I would like to thank Professor Swan for his wonderful guidance," Krum's voice echoed over the field. "The professor's teaching has enabled me to learn some special Quidditch skills, which have benefited me a lot."

He paused, looking across the audience at the enthusiastic young wizards, and added: "However, in order to save my face, Professor Swan obviously did not display his full strength. I believe everyone must feel a little regretful that they did not see the professor use his full strength."

Before he finished speaking, the young wizards in the audience were already so excited that they could not contain themselves. Cheers and applause mixed together, creating a warm atmosphere in the venue.

"So," Krum raised his voice and turned his gaze towards Sebastian, with a hint of cunning in his tone, "Here, I would like to ask Professor Swan to show us the true strength of a top-level seeker, so that all of us can see the legendary peak skills!"

The cheers from the audience became louder, as if the entire Quidditch stadium was shaking. Madam Hooch smiled and gently waved her wand, sending ten more golden snitches flying into the air.

Sebastian looked around, listened to the students' eager shouts, and shook his head helplessly.

"Well, since everyone is so enthusiastic, I will meet your expectations."

He said, stepped aside, and lightly jumped onto his Firebolt, while he waved his wand and set a clearly visible timing spell on the side.

The golden numbers are suspended in the air, shining brightly and can be seen clearly from any angle.

The moment the numbers started to jump, he gripped the broom tightly and rushed into the sky like a black shadow.

His movements were smooth and precise, like a bird of prey hunting. He easily caught the Golden Snitch No. 1 as soon as he flew into the sky.

Without any pause, he quickly turned to the next target. The second Snitch swooped and circled in the air, trying to escape through an extreme trajectory.

Sebastian tapped the end of his broom, accelerated his pursuit, accurately calculated the thief's next move, and with a flick of his wrist, successfully captured him again.

The numbers on the magic timer on the field kept jumping, indicating the time he took to catch the Snitch each time. The audience burst into applause and screams one after another, and the young wizards were completely conquered by this dazzling performance.

When he caught the last golden snitch, the audience was in an uproar and the young wizards jumped up from their seats with excitement.

"Two whole minutes, not a second more or less. Professor Swann must have done it on purpose!"

"The average time it takes to catch a Snitch is only 12 seconds. How is that possible?"

"How can it be impossible? The professor used a Firebolt, which can accelerate from zero to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds."

"This is too much. Now it seems that the professor really has a compassionate heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have even played for two minutes in each match. I see. This is what the professor meant by social etiquette."

"Hey... why would the professor retire with his strength? Even if a few pigs teamed up with the professor, they would surely win the Quidditch championship."

"Luckily the professor has retired, otherwise the Quidditch Committee would have to change the rules of the game again."

"It's useless. In front of the professor's absolute strength, all rules are paper tigers, unless they completely abolish the role of the Seeker."

"Sure enough, Professor Swan is the strongest Seeker..."

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Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye it was Christmas holiday.

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