Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

It's a pity that winning a game isn't just about shouting slogans loudly...

As soon as the game started, the Hogwarts team was at a complete disadvantage.

Charlie was frantic in the sky!

He noticed that only Cedric paid attention to coordinating with his teammates, while the remaining two Chasers seemed like lone wolves.

As soon as they got the ball, they charged towards the Beauxbatons goal all by themselves.

Thanks to their superb flying skills, they were able to break through the opponent's defense, but their offensive routes were too simple, and the opponent's goalkeeper wasn't afraid at all!

The Beauxbatons players, on the other hand, cooperated seamlessly, passing the ball perfectly every time, as if they could predict their teammates' positions and intentions.

Although the Hogwarts players tried their best, they couldn't find an effective way to respond, and the situation was very passive.

Faced with such a well-coordinated team, goalkeeper Wood couldn't stop them even if he had three heads and six arms.

Ding!

The bell rang, and Beauxbatons scored another goal.

40:0

A burst of exclamations and cheers came from the stands. The Beauxbatons fans were excited, while the Hogwarts supporters seemed a little frustrated.

After the Beauxbatons team scored their fourth goal against Hogwarts, Charlie couldn't suppress the anger in his heart any longer. He adjusted his direction and flew towards the Chasers.

The opponent had already scored four goals in the first 10 minutes.

How could they play like this!

At this rate, before he could find the Golden Snitch, the score difference would be over 150.

To hell with the Golden Snitch!

To hell with the live broadcast!

He had to scold these idiots now!

"Marcus, Debbie, did you two Beaters get hit by a Confundus Charm? Why are you always missing? Interfere with their offense!"

"And you three Chasers, can you even play? My grandma could play better than you!"

"Especially Landon and Paul, you've wasted several offensive opportunities. Do you have any respect for Cedric's passes?"

"If you two don't cooperate properly, I'll definitely remove you from the school team."

"Even the professors can't save you!"

"I mean it!"

Hearing Charlie's scolding, Professor McGonagall's expression changed. She pursed her lips, but after seeing the glaring score on the scoreboard, she didn't say anything, only sighed softly.

Unlike Professor McGonagall's worries, Sebastian was rather happy to see Charlie's performance.

That's what a captain should be like!

Charlie was a good player who practiced very hard. As the Quidditch team captain, he was very polite to everyone, treating everyone with courtesy.

After all, the Quidditch team was made up of students from four houses, and Charlie was worried that being too strict would hinder unity.

However, he forgot that sometimes, politeness also represents distance.

He usually communicated with Wood very casually.

Due to the Muggle Studies class, the relationship between Marcus and Charlie had also become closer. At least on the field, Marcus was willing to listen to Charlie's commands.

Charlie really wasn't familiar with Paul and Landon. The usual polite exchanges weren't effective either.

Now, after a scolding, the effect was significant. At least with Cedric's mediation, the three Chasers' cooperation looked decent.

Unfortunately, although the Hogwarts team tried hard to catch up, the early score difference wasn't easy to close.

280:60

Hogwarts was defeated!

Watching the players walk off the field dejectedly, Sebastian's lips curled up slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

The outcome of this game didn't really matter, because as a professor, he had clearly seen the students' growth and progress in the process.

Under external pressure, Landon and Paul cooperated for the first time!

With Cedric's coordination, there was visible improvement in the cooperation between the three Chasers.

After this game, the cooperation between the two Beaters, Marcus and Debbie, also became much more tacit.

Compared to winning or losing, these valuable experiences were the most precious wealth.

Not bad!

Sure enough, pressure creates motivation!

"A certain professor who's grinning should pay attention!" Snape's voice rang out, "I really don't know how you can smile!"

"If you look next to the headmaster, you'll wonder if Fudge has changed his race."

Sebastian glanced over. Fudge's face was as black as coal, as if ink would drip from it.

His smile was uglier than crying, stiffly plastered on his face as he socialized with Madam Maxime and Dumbledore.

Sebastian subtly curled his lips and nudged Snape's arm.

"Severus, as the person in charge of this project, I still have to entertain the guests. Can you help me watch those players and make sure nothing goes wrong?"

.........

It was late at night. Charlie tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

He had insomnia!

They lost too badly today, not showing Hogwarts' style at all!

It wouldn't matter so much if they were just less skilled.

But thinking about his teammates' infuriating performance, Charlie felt that they had lost somewhat pathetically!

When practicing with the teams from the four houses, they could easily cope and handle things with ease.

Today's game was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly making Charlie feel a little disoriented.

After the game, he went straight back to the dormitory, sat on the bed, and pulled the curtains shut. He locked himself in, not eating or drinking.

His head was dizzy, and he couldn't even remember how he had left the Quidditch pitch after shaking hands with the Beauxbatons players.

The only thing he could remember was the disappointed looks on everyone's faces in the surrounding stands, and the sound of some girls crying.

Even now, lying in bed, Charlie seemed to still hear the complaints of the young wizards as they quickly walked past him.

He wanted to plug his ears, but besides his own breathing and heartbeat, it was eerily quiet inside the curtains.

He was a little dazed, constantly turning the light on and off above his head.

Charlie thought of Penelope—the cheerleading captain.

When he flew down from the sky, Charlie saw her crying with her hands covering her face, while Percy was gently comforting her.

As the cheerleading captain, Penelope had really tried her best. No matter how bad the score was, Penelope kept leading the cheerleaders, cheering for the Hogwarts team.

As the cheerleading captain, she must have been under a lot of pressure too...

Charlie wanted to shout loudly to vent the frustration in his heart.

As a Seeker, he had performed impeccably in today's game.

Ever since he spotted the Golden Snitch, he had always been one step ahead of the opponent's Seeker.

He had always felt that he could turn the tide, catch the Golden Snitch first, and lead the Hogwarts team to victory.

He just didn't expect that the Beauxbatons players would give up their defense.

They all came to surround him, interfering with his flight, which led to him not catching the Golden Snitch in the end.

Charlie reached out his right hand towards the light above his head.

He gently grabbed, as if he had caught the Golden Snitch.

He felt a little wronged and wanted to loudly defend himself, saying that he had tried his best.

However, there was always a voice in his heart asking himself:

"Is that really the case?"

As the Quidditch team captain, Charlie couldn't bring himself to say that he had tried his best.

He had long noticed the coordination problems within the team, but out of consideration for face, he had never strictly disciplined everyone. From this point of view, he was undoubtedly unqualified.

Thinking about the terrible cooperation on the field during the day, a trace of resentment suddenly rose in his heart.

Why didn't Professor Slughorn let the Gryffindor team represent the school in the competition?

If he had led the Gryffindor team today, the result would have been much better than it is now.

The resentment came quickly and went quickly.

After all, what does this situation have to do with Professor Slughorn?

Professor Slughorn had provided a full set of Quidditch uniforms, as well as the latest flying broomsticks, which was good enough.

Moreover, Professor Slughorn often gave the team "special treatment" and patiently taught everyone flying skills, imparting various cooperative tactics.

Whenever Professor Slughorn appeared on the field, he always emphasized teamwork, constantly chanting it as if it were his mantra.

Today's result was entirely his own fault, after all, both formulating tactics and training players were the captain's job.

Charlie suddenly realized the difference between the Quidditch team captain and the house captain, and he also understood the responsibilities that the school team captain should shoulder.

At this moment, Charlie seemed to have been enlightened. The doubts in his heart instantly dissipated, replaced by a clear understanding of responsibility.

He realized that in the school team, there was no Gryffindor, no Hufflepuff, no Ravenclaw, and no Slytherin.

Everyone only had one common identity—Hogwarts players.

In the school team, he needed to unite everyone as one, competing with the other two magic schools as Hogwarts Quidditch players!

Charlie thought of his high-spirited appearance when he first became the Quidditch captain, and felt like he was a clown now.

He sighed heavily:

"Ugh... I'm so difficult!"

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