Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Oh~oh~oh~Gryffindor... Come on...Gryffindor... Come on..."

For all the teachers and students of Hogwarts, the last Saturday of November is an extremely special day.

Every day, the students in the school will wear clean and tidy school uniforms, badges representing their respective colleges, hold homemade support cards, and climb to the viewing seats at the Quidditch Stadium on campus to cheer for their respective supportive schools!

Laughing, cheers, and even cursing, the noise and liveliness are endless. The annual Quidditch opening competition is a carnival for all teachers and students in the school to have fun together.

Quidditch is like football basketball to Muggles. Even so, wizards are far more enthusiastic about Quidditch than those who love football basketball!

Among every ten wizards, at most one wizard who is indifferent to Quidditch, and this wizard who is indifferent to Quidditch is probably a patient with acrophobia.

Quidditch's observation stage is about twenty meters, and it is as high as eight floors. There is no way. If you sit down, you will have to fall into trouble after watching a game.

Fourteen contestants were divided into two teams, fourteen flying brooms lined up in various formations, interspersing and detouring in the air.

A ghost flying ball for scoring, two used to hit the nearest players, forcing the team's chaotic formation, plus a golden flying thief who is as flexible as a hummingbird, so flexible that he can't see the shadow.

The passionate collision, the competition of tactical arrays, the competition of passion and speed are indeed quite exciting.

Even a layman like Wang Xuebin, who knows nothing about Quiddhi, will inevitably have a hint of passionate cheering and cheering people around him.

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

Looking at Professor McGonagall who was surging by his side and looking at the expressions that other professors had long been used to. Wang Xuebin said that his knowledge is still simple...

That's right, the people around him who cheered were not someone else, but Professor McGonagall, a fan of Quidditch's fans!

Today is Saturday, and Wang Xuebin originally planned to ask Professor McGonagall for the key points about the Transformation Animagus. If there is no problem, he will try to practice this interesting magic under the care of Professor McGonagall.

But unexpectedly, he had just arrived at Professor McGonagall's office. Before he could even say anything, he was pulled his arm and hurried to the teacher's observation deck on the court. He sat there, stretched his neck, and looked excited on his face.

Looking at Professor McGonagall's style, Wang Xuebin was embarrassed to disturb him several times.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xuebin's eagerness to speak but stopped attitude was seen by Professor McGonagall, who was waiting anxiously, and then he looked like he suddenly understood and began to talk to him about the history and glory of Quidditch in Hogwarts...

During the story, she focused on introducing the glorious history of the Gryffindor team and boasted about her Quidditch talent without any trace.

By the way, he despised the opponent in this opening game, the Slytherin team, who was only good at secret foul tactics, and he heard Professor Slagohorn beside him rolling his eyes.

There is no way, everyone knows that Professor McGonagall, who is usually serious and rigid, will have no reason to tell once he encounters a Quidditch game!

And because of dissatisfaction with the Slytherin Academy's broomstick, she would defame the Slytherin team almost every year during Quidditch games. Professor Slagohorn has long been used to this, and other professors are no longer surprised.

"...Did you see it? Did you see it? These little Slytherin balls want to foul again. Look at their formation. William Hal moved forward. This formation was invented to hide the intention of violating Quidditch's Article 411!

I knew that they always did this, they were like this back then, and they still do this now..."

Seeing Slytherin's team gaining the upper hand, Professor McGonagall began to complain again. The trace of passion that had just risen, before it could burn, was extinguished by Professor McGonagall's rumor.

It's cool and transparent...

It's really unreasonable...

“…Professor Gu Yi!”

Professor McGonagall was still watching the game attentively, and while watching, he kept complaining.

Professor Slagohorn, who was sitting on the other end of the chair, listened to Professor McGonagall's unreasonable accusations, rolled his eyes again, waved to Wang Xuebin, who looked desperate, and asked him to come and sit down.

There is no way, who made the Slytherin team the upper hand? If the Slytherin team is at a disadvantage, Professor Slagohorn probably wouldn't have the heart to think about anything else.

"Huh...what's wrong, Professor Horas, is there any service?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Professor Slagohorn smiled and waved his hand, leaned against his ear, and said loudly:

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

Professor Slagohorn did not say the word black magic after all, but used a more obscure way of expression.

Wang Xuebin looked at him curiously and nodded calmly.

"Yes, I believe you have heard of the situation in the wizarding world. Under the current circumstances, Professor Dumbledore and I think it is more important to let students master some useful curse that can be used!"

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

"Professor Gu Yi, it's not that I'm disappointed... I have no objection to you teaching students... more practical magic, but... I think...

Not all students have outstanding abilities to fully master this kind of magic without being affected, so... I don't know if you need to consider... There are some choices to teach...

You know, black magic is not a good person. Every wizard who studies it will definitely be influenced by it. The students are still young, so I am afraid..."

Speaking of this, Professor Slagohorn seemed to remember something horrible. His body shook and his face turned pale. He sat on the bench, stammering his mouth, as if something foreign object was blocking his throat.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin naturally guessed Slagohorn's concerns. For a professor who once taught Tom about Horcrux knowledge, Voldemort's nightmare is probably a hurdle that he will never overcome in his life!

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

Wang Xuebin said, turned to look at the Slytherin team that had already caught the Golden Snitch. The cheers of Slytherin Academy raised their eyebrows and said:

"Maybe, it won't take long to see that the Wizards League glory competition held by the duel club I founded. Believe me, it will be a game that is no less exciting than Quidditch!"