Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 155 I understand, there must be a conspiracy.

As former commentator Moni observed, Qin Yu was indeed in a seemingly leisurely state—holding a light red oak baseball bat, riding a flying broomstick and wandering around in the air, rarely making a move.

He didn't want to be in such a passive position, but there was nothing he could do. As he participated in more and more games, the opposing teams had long since taken him seriously enough. Man-to-man marking was child's play; sometimes, half the team would be marking him, and even the finder would make a move when necessary.

What we're saying is, the Seeker abandons the search for the Golden Snitch and instead defends against a Beater, isn't that pretty absurd?

Of course, the fact that the Golden Snitch is so difficult to catch, which makes Seekers sometimes quite relaxed, is also a major reason.

In short, Qin Yu's previous performance has forced the opponent to abandon conventional offense and defense and resort to unconventional tactics.

The saying goes, "Even a novice can defeat a master with a flurry of punches." With them playing like this, Qin Yu really couldn't make a move for the time being. He could only wander around for the time being, taking action when he encountered a crisis, and then continue wandering. Occasionally, he would talk to the complete newbie Harry Potter to soothe his emotions.

"You don't need to worry about the Quaffle and the Blink-Walking Ball; that's our business. Just keep an eye on the Golden Snitch. When it appears, chase after it immediately. If you encounter any obstacles, we'll do our best to help you deal with them!"

After giving some instructions, Qin Yu said in a relaxed tone, "So, don't be nervous now. Save your energy and strength. You'll be busy later."

"Yes, yes, I understand!" Harry nodded repeatedly, his tension lessening somewhat, but still present.

Qin Yu knew that he couldn't completely help the child overcome his nervousness with just a few words, so he shrugged after saying that and continued his wandering.

His brief exchange with Harry was seen by many as a strategic maneuver being devised—otherwise, why would Harry Potter nod so solemnly?

……

"Marcus, what's going on? What kind of scheme is that guy plotting?" Derian Puse asked anxiously as he approached Captain Marcus Flint.

The latter, of course, also saw Qin Yu's actions just now. Or rather, he had never let his guard down with this guy from the beginning. Now that he saw his obvious "conspiracy," how could he not be alert?

"Don't panic, Derian. This guy will definitely stop at nothing. Isn't that what we expected?" Marcus calmed his team members while maintaining the flight speed.

“But…” Derian hesitated, recalling the scene of Qin’s massacre last year, in which he himself was the victim. It was hard not to have doubts at this moment.

“No buts! Just keep an eye on him, and that Harry Potter too!” Marcus interrupted him, making the arrangements.

"Okay, whatever you say." Derian could only nod in response.

Marcus quickly flew to the positions of the other team members and gave them different instructions one by one.

He flew around in circles for a long time, and his face was covered in a fine layer of sweat. Despite all the work, Marcus's expression remained serious.

……

"What are Slytherin trying to do?"

"I understand, this is a last-minute tactical change!"

“I get it now, Marcus is making a response! I suspected Qin was up to something earlier, oops, I mean, was plotting something. Look at Harry Potter's flight path, did you see anything?”

"no!"

"What flight path? Is there anything special about it? Doesn't it just fly around randomly?"

"I knew you wouldn't understand. Let me give you a hint: look at where he is."

"Position? Isn't it just flying above everyone else?"

"Now that you mention it, I think that at his height... well, the wind must be pretty strong, and it must sting your face."

"You lot are like Merlin with his pants over his head—you can't see anything!"

"Stop talking about us, tell us what happened!"

"Yes, yes, you're the one who's not wearing pants over your head. Explain yourself more clearly."

"Okay, let me put it more clearly. Do you know that Quidditch has a move where you swoop down from a very high place?"

"You mean...that one?"

"That's too difficult, it can't be that, right?"

“Nothing is impossible! It was Qin who arranged it, and besides, that's Harry Potter; you should know his story!”

In one corner of the stands, several spectators were engaged in a heated discussion, pointing and gesturing, analyzing the current situation on the field with great enthusiasm.

The people around them thought they were talking very professionally. Although they didn't say what the move of "swooping down from a very high sky" was called, it sounded very impressive.

……

Qin Yu wasn't particularly affected by Slytherin's tactical changes, since they hadn't used any conventional tactics today; they were simply becoming more unconventional.

Just look at one of their batters hitting a wandering ball at Harry; Slytherin is acting completely out of character today.

The Golden Snitch hasn't even appeared yet, so why are you interfering with Harry Potter, the Seeker?

The only possible effect was that it made Harry stumble in mid-air, allowing him to demonstrate his control over the flying broom, thus slightly increasing the entertainment value of the match.

"Oh!"

Qin Yu swiftly flew around and slammed the ball that was interfering with Harry away.

The small black iron ball traced an extremely long and beautiful arc, emitting a piercing whistling sound, and struck precisely on the shoulder of a Slytherin chaser.

"hiss--!"

The entire audience gasped as they tasted Merlin's bitter tea.

The spectators in the stands could almost hear the dull thud of the ball hitting the man.

—Just by watching the chaser almost fall off the flying broomstick, you can intuitively feel how much pain he was in.

"...Clearly, Slytherin's Chaser, Kerry, has just suffered a heavy blow! His entire right shoulder must be useless, so he can only rely on leaning forward to stabilize the broom handle...Even so, he still holds onto the Quaffle tightly. This tenacity is the charm of Quidditch! Let's applaud Kerry's tenacity!"

Lee Jordan delivered his commentary with great enthusiasm, praising Slytherin's Chaser.

But the tone sounded strange—like a victor pitying and encouraging a loser.

This drew disapproving looks from the Slytherin students, but they were powerless to do anything about it. After all, even Professor McGonagall couldn't find anything wrong with him.

There's no such thing as being criticized for praising someone.

"...We can see that although Kerry is tough enough, his body obviously doesn't allow him to hold on for long. At this point, what he needs to do is pass the Quaffle in his arms, but of course, not to Katie Bell and Arya Spinnet who are flanking him."

As Lee Jordan provided commentary, bursts of light laughter rippled through the stands, while the Slytherin section grew increasingly annoyed.

Katie Bell and Arya Spinnet, as Gryffindor's new Chaser, seized the opportunity to launch an attack on the Slytherin Chaser, demonstrating their professionalism and decisiveness, which impressed many who did not know them.

"...However, at this critical moment, the defenses around Kerry were so weak. Their Chaser, Derian Pursey, seemed to have just realized what was happening and was still on his way. The two batters responsible for protecting the Chaser were also far away, one of whom had just attacked Gryffindor's Seeker, Harry Potter—I just wanted to say that I really didn't understand that move, but I was deeply impressed!" Lee Jordan said with a sigh.

"Jordan, watch your words!" Professor McGonagall couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up to stop him.

With such a foul mouth, the professor is really afraid that this kid will be stabbed to death with a wand by the Slytherin students after the event.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall thought of the commentator Moni Wanda again and thought to herself, "They're all such a handful."

"Hmm, not bad. This kid has a bit of my style from back in the day!" A girl in the stands, whose name had crossed Professor McGonagall's mind, said with some satisfaction.

"..."

Ron glanced back at his cousin, speechless, thinking how fickle the man was; he had just been criticizing Lee Jordan, and now he was praising him.

So you have the final say on the interpretation?

Monnie glared at him, telling this kid to keep his complaints to himself!

Ron shrank back in fear, but decisively realized that discretion was the better part of valor.

"Katie, well done!"

Zina, who was next to Moni, suddenly shouted excitedly, stood up and clapped her hands, and many people cheered along with her.

Monnie and Ron were both startled by the shout and immediately turned their attention to the field, ignoring each other.

Sure enough, the situation on the field had changed. The Quaffle had somehow ended up in the hands of Katie Bell of Gryffindor, and the little girl dribbled past Drian Pursey who was blocking her way, heading straight for the Slytherin goal!

——Dimensional wall——

Hermione: I'm 50, I'll be broadcasting the Quidditch match live for everyone!