Chapter 42: The Most Suitable is the Strongest

Chapter 42: The Most Suitable is the Strongest

"If that's the case, then it's no problem at all."

Hearing Snape's response, George nodded without hesitation.

He had gone through all this trouble precisely for this purpose.

From Lockhart, he could only learn the Memory Charm, and everything else was a mess. For real Dark Arts knowledge, he needed Snape.

Moreover, having a private tutoring session every week meant he would essentially become Snape's personal disciple. Over time, if they developed a bond, he might even be able to call him a mentor.

Shamelessness makes one invincible. To gain strength, becoming a disciple wasn't out of the question.

Seeing George agree so readily, Snape was momentarily taken aback, feeling an inexplicable sense of being manipulated. But after a moment's thought, he decided it didn't matter. His house had produced a genius, and he was naturally inclined to show some favoritism.

After informing Snape, Madam Hooch took George back to the lawn outside the castle.

As soon as George returned, he was surrounded by the young wizards, all eager to know what Madam Hooch had taken him for.

He didn't hide much, simply saying that he had met with Head of House Snape and had been exceptionally admitted to the Slytherin Quidditch team, though he didn't mention the tutoring.

This answer naturally caused an uproar among the students. The Slytherins were elated, while the Gryffindors were somewhat disheartened.

"I thought we could beat him in flying class, but it seems we've lost even in this aspect."

Ginny sighed as she watched George being surrounded.

Colin, however, wasn't disheartened. Instead, he raised his camera and started taking photos:

"There's no helping it. He's George, after all. And he's really hardworking. I heard he's always the last to leave the common room every night. Besides, he's our friend."

"You're right. At least it's George, not someone else."

A faint smile appeared on Ginny's face.

George wasn't just a little better than them; he was leagues ahead in every way, and his diligence made it hard for anyone to feel jealous.

After the flying class ended, Madam Hooch watched George's retreating figure as he walked toward the Great Hall with the other students. She muttered to herself as she collected the broomsticks with her wand:

"No, I must speak to Bagman about this. Perhaps it could change England's standing in international Quidditch."

Ludo Bagman, the current head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry of Magic, was a former Quidditch player she had known before retiring to teach at Hogwarts.

In recent years, the English Quidditch team had been losing repeatedly, almost becoming the bottom team in international Quidditch.

With a once-in-a-millennium talent like George, perhaps they could turn things around.

As for George's age and the fact that he was still in school...

Recently, a fifth-year student from Durmstrang named Viktor Krum had been exceptionally admitted to the Bulgarian Quidditch team due to his extraordinary Seeker talent. George could certainly do the same.

She believed George's Quidditch talent far surpassed that of Viktor Krum.

"George has joined the Slytherin team. It's perfect for Bagman to come and see this year's Hogwarts Quidditch match in person."

By evening, the news of George's exceptional admission to the Slytherin team had spread throughout the school, along with the high-difficulty moves he had performed in flying class.

Many Quidditch-obsessed students were well aware of those famous maneuvers.

This further elevated George's reputation within Slytherin and the entire school.

Even the older Slytherins spoke to him with more respect.

Of course, not all Slytherins were pleased. For example, Malfoy, who had only recently joined the team after his father spent a fortune, was clearly unhappy. But aside from sulking, there was little he could do.

Time quickly passed, and Saturday arrived. Early in the morning, George was summoned by Snape for his tutoring session.

Every Saturday morning, this was the arrangement Snape had agreed to.

"Today, I'll teach you the Knockback Jinx. This is a basic spell, but don't underestimate it. When used well, a basic spell can be more effective than advanced ones.

Take the Knockback Jinx, for example. If used skillfully, it can even repel a dragon..."

Under Snape's strict yet detailed guidance, George began to gain a deeper understanding of Dark Arts and magical combat.

He had previously thought that the Killing Curse and Fiendfyre were the most powerful spells—one guaranteed death, and the other could destroy an entire city.

But through Snape's explanation, he realized this wasn't the case. In different scenarios and against different enemies, the most suitable spell was the strongest.

Sometimes, the Killing Curse and Fiendfyre might be less effective than a basic spell.

Against small, agile enemies, the Killing Curse would be hard to hit, requiring a spell with a wider range but less lethality, like the Freezing Charm.

And against magical creatures with high resistance, like dragons, even the Killing Curse and Fiendfyre would have little effect. Instead, a spell targeting their eyes, like the Conjunctivitus Curse, would work much better.

The Knockback Jinx was similar. It created a physical force of air pressure, so even creatures with high magical resistance couldn't avoid it.

In the hands of a master like Dumbledore, the Knockback Jinx could indeed send a dragon flying.

In the afternoon, Snape personally took George to the Quidditch pitch outside the castle.

However, it seemed that not only the Slytherin team was present but also the Gryffindor team, and the situation didn't look good.

The Slytherin players were laughing hysterically. Captain Flint was doubled over, using his new broomstick for support, while Malfoy was on all fours, pounding the ground with his fists.

On the other side, the Gryffindor team had gathered around Ron, along with Hermione and Colin, who was taking photos. Ron was continuously vomiting shiny, slimy slugs.

"What's going on?"

Snape asked with a dark expression.

Seeing Snape, the Slytherin players immediately straightened up. Captain Flint quickly explained:

"Professor, I brought the note you approved to the pitch, but Wood refused to yield. Their second-year, Ron Weasley, took the opportunity to attack Malfoy, but he messed up the spell and it backfired on himself."

"The pitch belongs to the Slytherin team today. Ron Weasley used magic to attack a fellow student. Ten points from Gryffindor."

Snape delivered the punishment with a cold expression. Then, noticing Harry standing beside Ron, he added with disgust:

"Potter, you were right next to Ron. Why didn't you stop him? Did you think his mistake would make you look better? Another ten points from Gryffindor!"

Harry, who was already upset about Gryffindor losing points, was stunned by Snape's words.

George couldn't help but twitch his lips. Honestly, he felt a bit sorry for Harry.

But there was no helping it. After all, you're not Harrie, are you?

(End of Chapter)