Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 49: Jazz Techniques

Soon, the two people who had been arguing dispersed after agreeing on their terms.

Harry and Ron were still talking in hushed tones as they passed by:

What is a wizard duel?

Harry asked,
"What do you mean by saying you want to be my assistant?"

"Oh, if you die, the assistant will take over."

Ron said it casually, then realized what was happening when he noticed Harry's pale face.
"But you know, people only die when they have a proper duel with a real wizard."

"At best, you and Malfoy can only exchange sparks."

"What if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"

"Then drop your wand and punch him in the nose."

Ron's voice was firm and powerful.

"Oh my God!"

Hermione's face was already red with anger.

"Don't they have any idea how many points they're going to lose?!"
"I finally earned so many points, and they're still losing points even though... I'm still not as good as Ravenclaw!"

After saying that, she rushed over aggressively, and Justin, worried about her, immediately followed:
"Oh, Sheehan, we'll be right back... Don't worry, with me here, Hermione won't be bullied."

Sheen nodded.
Actually, he was more focused on the Yorkshire Pudding in front of him for the time being.

Justin was able to handle the argument between Ron and the others; he was a full head taller than Ron and his group.

Therefore, Ron would have to think twice before saying those hurtful things.

Meanwhile, Sheehan knew that Harry would be coming into contact with Cerberus for the first time because of this midnight duel.
And his adventures this school year will officially begin.

But this has nothing to do with Sheen. If we're talking about what's most relevant...

Once Harry drives Voldemort away, Hogwarts will be much safer.

At least for this academic year, Sheen can focus on improving his proficiency.

……

As the last day before flight lessons begin.
The Ravenclaws' enthusiasm is off the charts.

After Sheehan politely bid farewell to Mrs. Pins, he could still hear loud discussions about Quidditch in the hallway.

Mrs. Pince was still flipping through his notes with great interest before she left.
This lady, whom the young wizards both respected and feared, was not always short-tempered.

Or perhaps it was the behavior of the young wizards that made her irritable.

Anyone would get angry to see their painstakingly organized books turned into a mess, or their neatly tidied desk vandalized with scribbles.

So Sheen would quietly do something.
Casting a few cleansing spells is simple and doesn't take much time.

Sheehan's notes on the history of magic are half-finished, thanks in large part to the helpful advice he received from the erudite Mrs. Pince.
Whenever Sheen was confused, this kind lady would always casually hand him some books, which saved Sheen a lot of time.

Once again, I closed the heavy oak door of the library.

A cool evening breeze made Sheen's hair dance in the wind, and Sir Cadogan had somehow squeezed out the black-robed wizard from the portrait above his head:
"Oh—Sean Green!"

Sheen ignored him.

"Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow you're taking your flying lesson, and today you don't want to seek some advice from Scotland's greatest chaser?"

Sheehan hurried on his way with his head down, while Sir Cadogan wandered among the portraits.

He would sometimes step across a golden wheat field where a beautiful young lady wearing a straw hat was, and sometimes narrowly avoid several monks.

"Sir, you lived during the time of King Arthur, and the first World Cup was held in 1473..."

Sheen said helplessly.

"A little trick, at least you're willing to talk to me now, aren't you? Violet—three bottles of strong liquor!"

Sir Cadogan shouted, his voice hoarse.

"Well, Sir, you really have a knack for it."

Lady Violet, dressed in a long gown, smiled helplessly; she accepted her loss.

“Ah-ha—even for the sake of the liquor, I have to give you some advice.” Sheen looked at the seemingly unreliable jazz with some skepticism.

To everyone's surprise, the knight jumped up and was kicked far away by the startled pony, but he quickly got back up:
“I’ve watched Quidditch for five centuries, little Green, I know it even better than the lady who gave the lecture!”

"You say."

Sheen immediately pulled out his notebook.

"Hmm, this is a secret recipe. I won't tell just any little wizard I fancy."

The last person to learn this technique was named Potter, I think; he was quite a talented guy too…

Sir Cadogan wore a look of remembrance.

"Let me tell you, when wizards invented flying brooms, it wasn't because brooms were the only thing that could fly."

Rather, the wizard inscribed his spell on the broom; you are not wielding a broom, but a spell.

It's a magic spell that gives the broom the power to fly; once you realize this, you'll understand—

Only by controlling yourself can you control your flight.

That seemed to make sense, and Sheen sincerely thanked him.

"Thank you."

"uh-huh--"

Sir Cadogan's chin was practically raised to the sky.

After Sheen left, the jazz muttered something:

"Little Green, don't you dare move the monk's portrait this time. Last time, Lady Violet chased me with a broom all day long..."

……

The fireplace in the Ravenclaw lounge is always cozy.

The young wizards habitually gathered together to talk about Quidditch.

Sheehan recalled Sir Cadogan's words, "Potter... has talent..."

Regardless of which Potter it is, they all seem to possess an exceptional talent for Quidditch.

Harry even used his flying skills to overcome the fourth-floor obstacle and, in the Triwizard Tournament challenge, navigated through the dragon's obstacle to retrieve the golden egg.

So, does that mean I...?

No, how did Sir Cadogan figure that out?
Friday,

Hogwarts' Quidditch pitch lies quietly on the edge of the Forbidden Forest; it is an enchanted arena.

Three golden poles stand on either side of the 300-foot-long oval field, with the goal scoring area in the middle, making it look like a giant's pitching game.

There are many stories about this goal.

It used to be a goalpost, located at the top of the poles. Later, it was redesigned into a goal between the two poles.

The reason for the reform is quite simple: in the northern region near Barnton,
The wizards there would place tiny baskets on the opposing team's goalposts, so small you couldn't even put a single grape in them.

On their own end, however, they could even make those large holes woven from willow branches rotate.

The Magic Sports Department suffered a major setback there, and the reforms were subsequently enforced.

At that moment, angry protesters gathered in the hall threw out a large number of baskets, forcing the company's reform representatives to retreat step by step.

Another interesting point is that,

These subsequent riots were instigated by those cunning demons.

……

Beneath the tall golden pole, the young wizards of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff entered the arena.

"Sheen, that broom is way too thin! Can you even ride it?"

Sheehan heard Justin ask in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)