Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Finally, when the Transfiguration class ended, the little wizards fled the smelly classroom in droves.

Brian stayed to help Professor McGonagall clean up the classroom, and at the same time asked Professor McGonagall the questions that Tom had been asked in class.

"I'm glad you've come into contact with this level of transfiguration." Professor McGonagall nodded happily after letting Brian try to turn a mouse into a cup.

She explained the essentials of transformation to Brian. The general method was similar to what Tom said, but everyone's understanding may be different. Professor McGonagall's narration still benefited Brian a lot.

Then Brian ran towards the greenhouse, and finally got there just before the Herbology class started.

Professor Sprout asked them to continue what the students had been doing in the previous class and put the remaining mandrakes into the pot.

"Mandrake is a powerful restorative, used to restore deformed people or people under a spell to their original state. It is an important component of most antidotes." Theodore stood up and spoke plainly. The tone answered Professor Sprout's question, "But its cry is deadly."

Professor Sprout was very pleased with this and asked everyone to get a pair of earmuffs.

Everyone scrambled for it, and Goyle used his big height to take out three pairs of earmuffs, and gave the remaining two pairs to Brian and Draco.

Blaise looked at the people looting with a haughty look on his face, showing disdain, and stood alone with his arms folded. Finally, he had to put on the only pair of pink fluffy earmuffs left, and his dark-skinned cheeks turned red.

They need to pull the mandrakes out of the soil, stuff the ugly baby-like roots into pots, and bury them in compost.

This made Brian suffer a little. He couldn't use magic at this time, it was just physical work. Fortunately, he usually pays attention to exercise and can still bear it at this time.

But Draco was more unlucky. He was pulling up a mandrake with great strength, and his pale cheeks turned red. The baby-like grass root was unwilling to be pulled out of the soil and twisted its limbs vigorously. Draco finally pulled one out and dropped it. The doll fell on his face and kicked and punched him, almost knocking off his earmuffs.

Brian finally pulled the mandrake out of Draco's face and stuffed it into a large flower pot. He saw Draco mutter something, obviously not saying anything nice.

When get out of class finally ended, Draco took off his earmuffs and said dissatisfiedly: "We are here to learn, not to do rough work."

"Okay, didn't you do nothing after that? Crabbe and Goyle did it for you." Brian wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"So they are of some use." Draco raised his chin.

They saw Blais roughly pulling off the pink earmuffs on his head, throwing them aside as if it was a hot hand, putting one hand in his pocket, and walking away quickly with his head held high.

Draco secretly covered his mouth and said with a smile: "So, some people may seem extremely arrogant on the surface, but after getting to know them, you will find out that they are actually... uh..."

"It's a joke." Brian responded.

They returned to the auditorium. Draco went back to change his clothes and said, "This morning has been really uncomfortable."

"Yes, it's really unexpected." Brian smiled and moved his sore arms.

After lunch, they had a sleepy History of Magic lesson. Draco whispered from the side: "Potter was giving signed photos to a little Mudblood over there at noon, and Lockhart caught him! It's a pity that you weren't there at the time, his expression was really interesting."

Brian was discussing study issues with Tom and nodded casually when he heard the words.

"I have always felt that mudbloods are not qualified to receive magical education. They have simply tarnished the purity of the magical world." He wrote in his diary.

"Yes, Slytherin's philosophy is right. Mudbloods will never completely side with wizards. They will only make the wizarding world more chaotic and divided." Tom agreed.

"But what can we do? In the wizarding world now, most people are friendly to them."

"Yes, they are really a group of ignorant and short-sighted people." Tom sneered. "I think it only takes one person like Dumbledore to stand up to achieve good results. But he chose to be stupid. That side.”

"Maybe, but now there is really no way to purify them." After Brian finished writing this sentence, he closed the diary.

He held his chin in his hand and looked at the ghost Professor Binns quietly, thinking: "It's almost time. After a few more talks, it should be almost done."

"But, it's already too late to purify Muggle-born wizards." Brian thought with a heavy gaze, "This road is no longer feasible."

Brian knew very well that there was no soil for the development of pure blood theory in this era, and it was destined to be swept into the garbage dump as the dregs of history. There are only a handful of people left in the wizarding world today who still insist on this.

Perhaps, following Voldemort with all their might, believing that he would be their savior, was probably the last afterglow of pure blood.

With the fall of Voldemort, reality dealt them the heaviest blow, and the pure-blood family began to decline completely.

Many ancient families like the Prewett family were killed and their bloodline was almost cut off. Members of the Lestrange family, for example, vowed to go to jail. The only remaining male descendant of the Black family is still in Az Caban eats mice...

And the families that escaped justice have gradually declined. There are not many ancient families like the Malfoy family and the Foley family that still maintain wealth and power. The glory of pure blood is gone forever.

…

In the evening, he and Draco arrived at the stadium. Draco said excitedly: "I made an appointment with Flint to give them broomsticks at the stadium tonight, and then he will test my flying skills!"

"Very good, but why did you pull me in?" Brian sighed.

"You are one of those Nimbus 2001s!"

"Okay." Brian looked into the stadium. The six members of the Slytherin team had gathered, and the burly captain Marcus Flint was walking around excitedly.

"Hi, Draco, and Brian!" He saw the two arriving and walked over to shake their hands excitedly.

Brian felt his thick palms squeezing his hands painfully.

Draco took out six flying broomsticks, raised his chin and said, "These are six Nimbus 2001s, the fastest ones today. Four of them are supported by my father and two are sponsored by Brian."

"That's great!" Flint looked at these broomsticks as if he were a lover, and several other team members also looked at him eagerly, "We can definitely beat the other teams to pieces this year!"

"Draco, you know, we are short of a seeker. The last seeker just graduated last year." Flint coughed lightly, "Your situation is very suitable for a seeker, but I Your flying skills must be tested.”

"Of course." Draco took out his broomstick and said confidently.

Brian sat on the edge of the stadium and watched Flint throw the balls at various tricky angles. Draco flew back and forth in the air and always caught them beautifully. He clapped along with the rest of the team.

"That's great, Draco! That's perfect!" Flint grinned, "You are much better than the last one."

Draco landed on the grass and raised his head somewhat proudly.

"I think you must be the seeker! I'm going to report to the dean right away." Flint said, "How about training every Saturday morning?"

"I'll be there on time." Draco nodded.

"Oh, of course, and Brian, do you want to give it a try too?" Flint said thoughtfully, looking at Brian.

"No, I don't have time to join the team." Brian shook his head after hearing this.

"Okay, but you can always give it a try. After all, you have made a contribution." Flint said.

"Brian's flying skills are also very good, on par with mine." Draco said, he raised his eyebrows at Brian.

Brian had no choice but to get up and fly once.

He sat on the broomstick and soared into the sky, the wind whistling in his ears, making his mind extremely clear.

The ball thrown by Flint was right in front of him. He lowered his body and dived down, grabbing it firmly in his hands. With improved reflexes, his brain reacts faster and his body is extremely coordinated, which is more than enough to deal with such small fights.

When he finally landed on the ground, Flint said slightly excitedly: "You really don't plan to join the Quidditch team? You are very good!" He felt that Brian's reaction speed was very superior, which was very useful for Quidditch. Advantage.

"Sorry, I really don't have time." Brian smiled and shook his head.

"Okay, no matter what, how about you being a substitute?" Flint said, "Of course, you don't have to participate in training normally, you just come on as a substitute under special circumstances."

Brian pondered for a while and said, "Okay." He knew that there were other substitutes in the team, and it might never be his turn to play.

In the following time, each team member got their own new broomstick and flew freely in the stadium.

Their incomparable self-confidence is the self-confidence accumulated from continuous victories, and the newly obtained flying broomsticks undoubtedly make them even more powerful.

Seeing them flying around happily, Brian couldn't help but laugh.

"This is youth."