Chapter 100: Quidditch Invitation

After circling a few times on the broom,

Sean still stopped cautiously in front of Madam Maige:

"Madam Maige, can I fly a little higher?"

"For those mischievous little wizards, my answer is no, but..."

Madam Maige raised her hand, and an equally old broom flew into her hand.

"Let's go, what are you waiting for?"

The wind was biting; Sean hovered ten feet above the ground, clearly seeing every dent on the stadium lawn made by a Bludger.

The southwest stand, where the Golden Snitch usually appeared, was right in front to the right; those gilded railings shone with a gentle luster in the morning light.

Below, he swept over a meticulously trimmed lawn, and could see a few little wizards poking their heads out, letting out exclamations at this wizard flying with Madam Maige.

Having obtained Madam Maige's consent,

Sean followed this long-lost freedom and climbed upward; the broom trembled slightly under his control, but still obeyed his commands.

When his altitude exceeded fifty feet, the entire outline of Hogwarts suddenly appeared before his eyes:

The castle's spires pierced the morning mist, the Black Lake was like a dark mirror, and the Forbidden Forest in the distance was a sea of dark green.

【You practiced flying once at a proficient standard, proficiency +10】

【You practiced flying once at an expert standard, proficiency +50】

【A new flight field title has been unlocked】

Madam Maige followed Sean unhurriedly; perhaps she had been away from the Quidditch pitch for too long, and had forgotten the terrifying talent of those top players.

So much so that she didn't care that Sean was already flying very high, only teaching Sean many practical techniques out of delight.

Under Madam Maige's guidance, Sean felt his fatigue had faded,

which made his emerald eyes gazing into the distance even deeper.

Magic is generated within a wizard's body, but more descriptions about it become vague.

The only thing that is certain is that its total amount, or magic level, will grow as the wizard grows.

So when a wizard is exhausted and cannot cast magic, is their magic really depleted?

If this is correct,

then where do emotions, or mental levels, leverage more powerful magic from?

While sweeping across the grass, Sean had the answer.

Just as a normal person cannot mobilize all their muscle strength, the magic within a wizard is the same.

And the training called flying can allow the unactivated magic within a wizard to slowly awaken.

This speed is destined to be slow, but it is extremely significant.

Of course, Sean believes that the daily spell practice, Transfiguration practice, and even brewing potions are all doing the same thing, just with different speeds of progress.

In a room with a roaring fireplace, a pair of hands that were constantly grading homework suddenly paused.

Professor Marcus Maige felt a breeze coming and raised her stern eyes, seeing the little wizard flying smoothly at a glance—

his robes were flapping, as free as a bird.

"Quidditch..."

Professor Maige's mouth curled up unconsciously, just as she lowered her head to continue working.

She suddenly raised her head, subconsciously walked to the window, and took another look in disbelief—

Yes, that's right, not only is it a first-year student, but it's that little guy Green.

The seed she brought, the sickly seed, how could it be flying in the sky?!

"Thank you, Madam Maige."

Sean, whose limbs were completely numb, landed slowly on the ground; he was drenched in sweat, but still saved enough energy for a cleaning spell,

so he could hand the clean broom to Madam Maige, who had landed fluently.

"Interested in joining Quidditch?"

Madam Maige nodded with even more satisfaction; disciplined enough, restrained enough, talented enough—it was rare to see such a talented child.

Sean was stunned; his memory of Quidditch was still stuck in books:

【The first Quidditch World Cup was held in 1473,

at that time, many fouls were recorded—for example, turning a Chaser into a skunk, trying to chop off the Keeper's head with a machete;

and releasing a hundred vampire bats from under the Transylvania team captain's robes.】

Sean shook his head silently.

"Even if you would become a great Seeker?"

Madam Maige was a little surprised.

【The position of Seeker has a quite charming appeal—because they have historically been the best flyers on the pitch,

therefore, "Take out the Seeker" is the first rule in Brutus Scrimgeour's "The Beater's Bible."】

Sean shook his head even more violently.

What a terrifying bible...

"I think you are very likely to join the national team, every team has good mascots and..."

Madam Maige's words stopped abruptly.

【The Bangs team caught a Hebridean Heilong as their team mascot.】

Because Sean was shaking his head like a propeller at this moment.

He felt that compared to the Hebridean Heilong, perhaps he was more like a mascot.

Sean thought,

just let the Hebridean Heilong be the Seeker.

He quickly fled the Quidditch pitch,

walking with light steps to verify his conjecture about his wizard magic level.

He didn't notice the gaze of the tall witch in deep green robes.

In the classroom,

Hermione and Justin were whispering about something.

Facts proved that when the topic involves a person everyone is interested in,

wanting to end this conversation becomes a difficult thing.

Sean focused on practicing the Aguamenti Charm; both spells must be practiced to entry level...

"... eight, nine... one too many!"

Sean muttered to himself with slight excitement; although he couldn't be sure if this awakening of magic was permanent, it was quite significant.

Sean had never seen these descriptions in any book.

"It could also be that I've read too few books..."

Sean thought rigorously again.

Opened the panel again:

【Aguamenti Charm: Apprentice Level (45/300)】

The progress was growing slowly but firmly.

【Title: Junior Flyer】

【Slightly increase perception of magic on flying brooms, significantly improve flight talent】 ===== CHAPTER 101 =====