Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

It has to be said that after a year of competition, Qin Yu is still quite popular in Quidditch.

As you pass by those stands, you can easily hear people mentioning the name "Qin," along with comments like "That double-hit combo last time was so cool," "Once the opponent gets the Quaffle, it's the beginning of a nightmare," and "Qin alone can take on a Golden Snitch."

Other houses may not openly support Qin Yu, but the closer Hermione gets to the Gryffindor stands, the more directly she can feel Qin's popularity.

It was absolutely spectacular, with banners waving and crowds of people everywhere...

Well, Miss Granger hasn't been taught these words by anyone yet.

In short, more than a dozen banners of various sizes were strung across the Gryffindor stands, all bearing slogans related to Qin. The largest banner spanned the space of ten people and prominently displayed the very phrase that Hermione had always remembered vividly—

Qin is our King!

Whether it's cringeworthy or not, this line is indeed quite catchy and has a lot of presence!

Hermione's eyes lit up with excitement the moment she saw it, and her heart raced.

—Yeah, it's like that feeling of "my favorite idol is really amazing".

She was delighted that so many people supported Qin, so she could confidently and boldly shout her encouragement later without worrying about being too abrupt, because she believed she wouldn't be the only one doing so!

"Qin is our king... Hehehe!"

Hermione muttered the sentence to herself, a little excited, and continued walking toward the Gryffindor stands.

After walking a few steps, she spotted another inconspicuous banner amidst the sea of ​​banners. It was made from what looked like a tattered bed sheet and was being held up by only two people.

The banner also featured a lion representing Gryffindor, and the cheering slogan read – Potter will win!

Unsurprisingly, Hermione saw that the people holding the banner were Harry's roommates Seamus and Dean, with Neville, Ron, and Adam next to them.

It has to be said that Harry's cheering banner looked rather "pitiful" compared to the surrounding banners.

Perhaps out of a sense of responsibility to "take good care of Qin's little brother," Hermione stepped forward, smiled, waved her wand at the banner, and chanted a little spell she had already learned.

As the spell was cast, the lion image on the banner became even more vibrant, and the words "Porter Will Win" seemed to shimmer with light, becoming very eye-catching and making it and its message visible from a great distance.

"Hermione, you're amazing!"

"You've practically brought Dean's lion to life!"

"Thanks to you, Harry will definitely see our banner now!"

"How did they do that? It doesn't seem like magic we've ever learned?"

"Hermione, how can I be as amazing as you!"

The chorus of exclamations and praises from the crowd made Miss Granger feel quite flattered.

This feels great!

However, when she turned her head and saw the banners related to Qin, her heart, which hadn't yet gotten excited, quickly calmed down. She realized with absolute clarity that she was still far behind him and that she was only slightly better than other children.

“It’s just a very simple spell, easy to learn. I can teach you when I have time, or you can go find Qin,” Hermione said with a smile.

Most of the spells she knows were taught by Qin, including the "Radiant Spell" she just cast. These people are all Qin's "underlings," and Qin occasionally gives them some pointers on magic. If he were to teach them a few minor spells along the way, it would be a very simple matter.

Amidst the expectant chatter of the kids, Hermione found a seat next to them and sat down.

He also took a monocular telescope from Adam – the stands were far from the playing field, and it was difficult to see the Quidditch players riding flying brooms with the naked eye.

"Thank you, Adam... um—" Hermione was only halfway through her words of thanks when she noticed that Adam was slowly pulling out another pair of binoculars, which were obviously better than the monoculars.

Seeing Hermione's gaze, Adam returned a warm smile.

After a moment of surprise, Hermione shrugged in resignation, indicating that she was no longer surprised by this somewhat eccentric classmate.

Well, although Adam is often sleep-deprived, he really takes it seriously when it comes to joining in the fun. Otherwise, he wouldn't have prepared two pairs of binoculars just to watch a game—most first-year students are like Hermione and have no idea that they need to prepare that.

"Qin didn't even warn me beforehand, leaving me unprepared," Hermione muttered, raising her binoculars to look towards the center of the field, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone coming onto the field.

If Qin Yu heard her say this, he would probably cry out that he was wronged.

After all, he mainly plays on the field, so he doesn't have much experience to share about watching from the stands. Even when watching other college games, he just snatches the binoculars from the Weasley brothers. Therefore, Qin Yu doesn't have any worries about being unprepared.

……

As the stands gradually filled with teachers and students from various colleges, the Quidditch players in the locker room changed into their respective team jerseys.

Oliver Wood, as the captain of this year's Gryffindor Quidditch team, gave a somewhat nervous yet excited "pre-battle pep talk," encouraging everyone to play their best!

"It's the same old story, even more long-winded than Charlie's..." Fred couldn't help but complain to George.

"Yes, yes, with Qin here, we're invincible!" George also felt that Wood was really not calm and did not show the confidence that Gryffindor should have.

"That's enough, you two!" Wood said seriously after calming down, his anger still running high. "Even though we have Qin here, we still need to make sure Slytherin doesn't have any other countermeasures."

Wood didn't want the Quidditch team to be overtaken by other houses after he took over; that would be too embarrassing.

……

Meanwhile, in another locker room, several Slytherin members gathered to listen to their captain, Marcus Flint, give a speech.

"Terence, keep a close eye on that Harry Potter. He's a newbie who's only been playing Quidditch for a short time. If he gets the Golden Snitch first, you know what will happen to you!" Flint said fiercely to Seeker Terence Higgs.

Terence quickly straightened up and nervously indicated that he understood.

"And you two batters, whenever you have the chance, go after those two rookie girls, make them hurt, scare them, make them cry!" Flint instructed the two batters.

The two "new girls" he was referring to were Katie Bell and Arya Spinnet from Gryffindor.

They were both second-year and third-year students, and had only recently joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, making them true newcomers.

"I won't say much about goalkeeping, but if you miss even one ball, I'll hold you accountable!"

After saying this, he looked at the other two chasers responsible for scoring and said, word by word, "The three of us chasers, especially you, Derian, if I see you yelling every time you get hit by a stray ball, I'll make you yell even louder!"

As the chaser, Derian Pussé couldn't help but shrink back, intimidated by the authority of this fierce captain.

"Um... what about Qin? I mean, how do we deal with him..." someone asked in a low voice; it was one of the batters.

"..."

"..."

"..."

A long silence fell over the locker room.

After a long silence, captain Marcus Flint spoke first, his voice hoarse and low: "We have to fight him... As long as I get the ball, even if his flying cross hits my nose, I'll still put it in the goal!"

As if to encourage himself and his teammates, he said this while raising his clenched fist to amplify his momentum.

He was met with silence again. The team members were clearly not motivated by the mention of his name. Instead, they looked at their captain with some sympathy, as if they could already foresee a face that had been beaten beyond recognition by Qin.

"Come on, stop talking nonsense!"

Seeing everyone's reaction, Flint growled in frustration, put on his green team jersey, picked up his flying broom, and left, heading towards the stadium.