A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Terence snorted, said nothing, and turned back to his seat.

Aaron tossed the Golden Snitch to Snape. "Professor, it's about time to start the second match."

"Don't you need to rest?" Snape asked. Quidditch matches are very physically demanding. Although this wasn't an official match, playing three matches in a row was still a feat that most people couldn't handle.

“I won’t need it,” Aaron said, then looked at Terence opposite him, “I just wonder, Senior Terence…”

"You don't need it, and neither do I."

Seeing the two men's resolute attitude, Snape nodded slightly, then walked to the center of the court and opened the box containing the ball.

Two black, ten-inch-long iron walking balls sprang out from the middle, always trying to knock players off their brooms during the game.

The Golden Snitch was active on the field again. Snape raised his wand, and a burst of flames ignited in the air.

After the signal to start the match was given, both Aaron and Terence's expressions turned serious.

If it were just the Golden Snitch, they wouldn't be so nervous, but with two more aggressive roaming balls, they can't help but be on guard.

This isn't a proper match; there are no batters to stop the ball for them. They also have to avoid the Golden Snitch while trying to catch it, otherwise, getting hit by those two iron balls would at least result in a broken bone.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The sound of air being cut echoed continuously across the field as the ball flew erratically in all directions. Aaron and Terence also began searching for the Golden Snitch.

Aaron spotted it before Terence, but this time he wasn't so lucky; the golden thief was closer to Terence.

The chase began quickly. The Golden Snitch's flight angles remained as cunning as ever, sometimes circling the walls, sometimes accelerating downwards, and sometimes jumping up and down between the pillars, using the wooden stakes that formed the high platform to block the two Seekers behind it.

In short, it will do whatever it takes to get rid of the seeker.

These are tests of the seeker's skills. If the seeker's understanding of their own flying ability is not accurate and they are too eager for quick success, it may cause an accident.

Terence's ability to play as a Seeker is already quite good, but not quite good enough.

Compared to Aaron, he was too cautious, or rather, he was somewhat afraid of getting hurt.

At the beginning of the game, he was able to focus most of his attention on the Golden Snitch. However, after a period of chasing, his pressure gradually increased, especially the sound of the roaming ball hitting the building, which made him very uneasy.

When Aaron caught up with him, he clearly focused more on the wandering balls, because the two wandering balls were hitting the same target, which increased the danger exponentially. The feeling of being grazed by a metal ball was extremely uncomfortable.

Finally, a few minutes later, Aaron emerged victorious, capturing the Golden Snitch.

Snape immediately took out his wand and stopped the two wandering balls, preventing them from flying around after the game.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Snape clapped expressionlessly and said, "A wonderful match. So... shall we have a third match?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the members of the academy team eagerly flew into the arena, with Marcus giving Aaron a provocative look.

They had already acknowledged Aaron's abilities in the first two matches, but they absolutely could not let Aaron win this final match, otherwise they would lose all face.

Just imagine, the prestigious Slytherin team, with seven players, was actually defeated by a first-year student. If word got out, how would they ever face anyone again?

“Wait, Professor, I need to take a ten-minute break,” Aaron said, raising his hand.

"Hmm?" Snape's lips curled up slightly, and he sneered, "Not going to put on a brave face this time?"

Aaron smiled awkwardly, "I am still very self-aware. In the first two matches, it was Senior Terence who was playing against me alone. I was tired and he was tired too, so it was relatively fair."

But next I'm facing the entire college team. If I don't adjust my form properly, I'm afraid I'll lose badly!

"Hmph! You've already proven your ability. It's not too late for you to regret it now. Whether you compete in the third match or not doesn't really matter."

Slytherin students still have a sense of shame. Seven against one, they would certainly win, but that's far worse than bullying.

"So, it's just us guys on the field."

"As long as I don't say anything, Professor, and they don't say anything, then no one will know, right?" Aaron laughed.

Snape pondered for a few seconds, then looked at Aaron with more appreciation in his eyes. "You have ten minutes. After ten minutes, the next match will begin."

"Thank you, Professor!" Aaron said with a smile. He then flew down and took a lollipop from Abe's pocket, tore open the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

"Ahem!" Snape stared at Aaron with a strange expression. "Mr. Gaius, don't you know that the Unseen Stretching Charm can't be used casually?"

"The Unseen Stretching Spell?" Aaron glanced at the candy in his hand and the somewhat aggrieved Abe, secretly realizing his carelessness, but on the surface he pretended to be blank.

"Professor, I think you've misunderstood. Its clothes don't have any seamless stretching spells; they're purely for carrying snacks."

However, what you just said does have some merit. I've decided, I'll send a letter home tomorrow and prepare a garment for Abe that has been enchanted with the Seamless Stretch Spell.

Snape's face darkened slightly, and he simply turned his face away.

Ten minutes later, Aaron flew over the field and confronted the college team, who were somewhat embarrassed but unusually determined.

As Snape signaled the start, the Golden Snitch and two Loopballs appeared on the field simultaneously.

Instead of immediately searching for the Golden Snitch, Aaron focused his attention on the six academy team players besides Terence.

After all, the third game was the most difficult and dangerous for him.

Terence could take his time searching for the Golden Snitch, but it wouldn't be that easy for him. Besides snatching the Golden Snitch, he also needed to guard against the siege of these six senior students.

In this tough match, the only thing he could rely on were two free-flying balls that seemed to have no bearing on anyone.

Aaron's tactics were clear once the game started: stall.

While going to great lengths to evade the academy team's "encirclement and suppression," he tried his best to sabotage Terence's attempt to catch the Golden Snitch. Throughout this process, he treated the two wandering balls as teammates, often leading them to other players, which was quite dangerous.

However, despite this rigid, unscrupulous, dangerous, and even somewhat foolish tactic, Aaron managed to hold out for over an hour, even managing to knock Marcus off his flying broomstick with a running ball.

The captain was quite pitiful; he intended to block Aaron, but ended up blocking two stray balls that were aimed at him instead.

This action made Aaron think he had misjudged the captain; the captain was actually quite considerate. He might be grumbling, but his actions betrayed his true feelings.

He blocked two stray balls for him, a new player who hadn't even officially joined the team yet! He'd never met such a great senior before.

Chapter 27 Boys Should Also Be Tough on Themselves

Using a tactic of killing eight hundred enemies while losing a thousand of their own, Aaron and the academy team fought for more than an hour and finally got the Golden Snitch before Terence, at the cost of a broken right arm from being hit by a stray ball.

With one arm drooping, he exhausted himself as he steered the broom down to the ground. His tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he almost lost his balance, stumbling and sitting down on the grass below.

Abe immediately sprinted over, looking at him with concern, then turned around and showed a fierce expression to the six players who were flying down one after another.

This was the first time it had gotten angry; several sharp teeth protruded from its mouth, and the sides of its clothes were stretched a little wider.

Seeing this, Aaron immediately placed his left hand on its back and silently shook his head at Abe, who had turned his head away, to prevent it from showing its wings.

"Sorry, everyone, it seems I won this match by sheer luck again." Aaron endured the pain in his arm, forcing a smile through gritted teeth. "Everyone, don't forget our bet. Don't call me to training, and you can't foul during the official match!"

None of the members of the academy team spoke, and even the usually arrogant Marcus remained unusually silent.

Even if they were unwilling to admit it, they had all been defeated by this first-year student tonight.

There's only one reason: he's not as ruthless as her.

After Marcus was shot down, the remaining six players were both shocked and furious, and immediately intensified their "retaliation".

Originally, I just wanted to wait until I had had enough fun before taking Aaron down.

But they didn't expect this guy to be much more troublesome than they thought. He kept finding a way to survive in the cracks, and by the time they started to feel tired, they were no longer able to stop him.

In this way, he gradually had the opportunity to chase the golden squid. Although the time was short, it was still much better than preventing Terence from catching it at the beginning.

That's fine, at worst it'll just be a waste of energy! Whoever can't hold on any longer loses.

With Terence and his group making up six people, their chances of winning are several times greater than Aaron's; they simply don't have the potential to lose.

But who could have imagined that the opponent would not play by the rules? In the last few seconds before the end of the game, the Golden Snitch and the two wandering balls were very close together.

Terence, as the Seeker, was somewhat intimidated by the situation and dared not approach, so he could only follow closely behind.

Aaron seized the opportunity and pounced, grabbing the golden thief to everyone's disbelief.

As expected, the two balls launched their attacks simultaneously. Aaron narrowly dodged the first ball, but was hit in the right arm by the second one, and the cracking sound of the fracture was particularly clear on the field.

However, without uttering a sound, he decisively extended his left hand, caught the golden snitch, and won the match.

Putting themselves in their shoes, they wouldn't have that kind of courage.

Because this is just an ordinary match, no, it's not even an ordinary match, they have no reason to take any risks.

Even in truly big competitions, well! they don't have the guts to sacrifice an arm for a tiny chance of victory.

But Aaron did just that, and he succeeded.

After more than two hours of play, they no longer believe that Aaron is brainless and only relies on his impulse to steal the ball.

It's clear that he had already considered the consequences before he did this.

Is she really eleven years old? Does she have to be so hard on herself?

Through this crazy move, the seven self-important Slytherins also realized that Aaron was not someone they could handle.

“Since you are all silent, I will take that as your agreement,” Aaron said as he slowly stood up.

“Don’t worry, they’ll keep their promise,” Snape said, then looked at Marcus. “You know what to do before a Quidditch match!”

"You're the captain, and I expect you to set a good example. If you can't even fulfill this simple requirement, then don't call yourself Snape Severus's student anymore."

"Understood!" Marcus nodded. He knew that they could no longer play it safe; if they wanted to achieve good results, they had to train hard.

"Don't disappoint me," Snape said calmly, then helped Aaron up. "You're not in good shape. I'll take you to the infirmary first."

"Okay! I feel like my arm is about to break." Aaron grimaced in pain.

"Is it about to break? Mr. Gaius, you should be more confident; it has already broken."

Aaron gave a bitter smile. "If you, Professor, had been more reliable and saved me in time, this whole thing wouldn't have happened."

Upon hearing this, Snape's expression turned strange. "You ran into it yourself. None of us expected it. You can't expect me to take responsibility!"

Besides, didn't you shout for help?

"Fine! You're in the right on this matter, and I can't argue with you."

However, Professor, you really don't understand humor.

The two arrived at the infirmary, where Mrs. Pomfrey rushed over. As an experienced school doctor, she knew what had happened as soon as she saw Aaron's arm. She said irritably, "It's only been a short time since the start of the semester, and you, a freshman, dare to play Quidditch and even broke your arm."

“Mrs. Pomfrey, I know my student better than you do what’s wrong with him,” Snape said calmly. “If you want to discipline him, try another time.”

Curfew is approaching, and I don't want to send him to the rest room again, so could you please treat him quickly with the fastest-acting treatment?