In the days that followed, Sebastian's life was uneventful. He was content to be a professor of Muggle Studies and to lead the school Quidditch team in preparation for the upcoming inter-school competitions.
Time slipped away quietly, and in the blink of an eye it was the first Sunday of October.
Under the expectant eyes of the young wizards, the European Inter-School Quidditch Tournament began.
The Quidditch players from Beauxbatons, led by Madame Maxime, arrived at Hogwarts in a magic carriage one day in advance.
To this end, Hogwarts specially held a grand dinner to welcome these guests from afar.
Sebastian arrived at the Quidditch pitch early on Sunday morning.
The Quidditch field at this time has changed a lot, with many more spectator stands added, making it look both beautiful and generous.
In order to protect the safety of the spectators in the stands, especially to prevent a hitter from hitting the Bludger into the audience seats and causing injuries, Sebastian spent a large amount of gold galleons and installed a number of alchemical protective items on each stand, striving to be foolproof.
After all, today's game will be broadcast live throughout Europe, and every tree and blade of grass here represents the face of Hogwarts.
Snape also got up early. He came to the Quidditch field and found Sebastian busy.
At this time, Sebastian was directing the staff of Swan Media to carry out the final debugging of the live broadcast equipment of the game.
Seeing Snape standing nearby, he stood up and walked over to him.
"Morning, Severus! I didn't expect you to be so interested in Quidditch."
Snape stood by the railing, looking towards the Quidditch pitch, and said calmly, "I am a professor at Hogwarts and the head of Slytherin. Naturally, I will pay attention to the major events of the school."
"I just want to ask you, what are your chances of winning today's game?"
"The odds are against us..." Sebastian stroked his chin, "If Charlie can catch the Snitch quickly, we can win."
"What if?" Snape turned to look at Sebastian. "You mean, we'll probably lose! Right?"
Sebastian nodded and said helplessly: "It can't be helped. The students' individual skills are superb."
"But in terms of cooperation, it's still a bit disappointing."
"And the students at Beauxbatons are also very strong. If Charlie fails to catch the Golden Snitch quickly, losing the game is a foregone conclusion."
"Then why are you so calm?" Snape's speech became faster. "If it were me, you should have been more strict a long time ago."
"The Minister of Magic will also be here to watch the game today."
"If he loses the game, do you think he will be unhappy?"
"If you lose the game, will the audience watching the live broadcast have any opinion on you?"
"Once you lose the game, I'm afraid you will no longer be the beloved Professor Swann of the young wizards."
"I hope you won't regret it when you are inundated with yelling letters!!"
Sebastian looked at his old friend beside him and felt warm inside.
This arrogant monster!
Even though the words he said were not very nice.
But his words revealed his concern for me.
He patted Snape's shoulder. "Don't worry."
"Fudge is a pure politician. The resumption of exchanges between the three magic schools has greatly enhanced his resume."
"Even if he loses the game, he won't dare to offend me since he just came to power this year."
"If you have any opinions, you have to keep them to yourself."
"After all, Swann Alchemy is a big moneymaker for the Ministry of Magic."
"I just hope that the students will not lose heart and get their minds right even if they lose the game! As long as they win again in the future, that's fine."
"As for the infamy, as a Slytherin I never care about such things."
"Thank you for your concern, Severus."
"Care?" Snape gave Sebastian a look of disdain. "I only care about the reputation of Hogwarts."
Having said that, he threw away his robe, turned around and left.
After taking only two steps, he turned his head and said to Sebastian: "I'll save a seat for you in the professor's chair."
"After you have arranged various matters, remember to come over. I can give you some suggestions."
Watching Snape leave, Sebastian felt a little moved.
This tsundere can't even make excuses.
Also give yourself some advice...
This guy has never been interested in Quidditch.
Are you worried that you will lose the game and feel bad?
The little wizards came in one after another and came to the audience seats.
A stand in the distance was filled with members of the school cheerleading team.
60 little wizards, wearing the same school uniform, under the command of cheerleading captain Penelope, are doing their best to cheer for the Hogwarts team!
After completing the final equipment debugging, Sebastian looked at the stadium which was already becoming lively, and stood up and went to the players' preparation room.
Charlie was making an impassioned pre-war declaration.
"Today, wizards all over Europe are watching us!"
"Try our best and let everyone see our strength!"
"Hogwarts is the best!"
When Charlie finished speaking, Sebastian walked up and asked with concern: "How is it? Are you ready?"
"Are you all nervous?"
"Not nervous at all," Marcus patted his chest, "Little Beauxbatons, get it, get it!"
Wood also stepped forward to express his opinion: "Don't worry, Professor, I won't miss any Quaffle!"
"We will do our best!" Charlie's tone was full of determination, "I believe we can win!"
Although the slogans were shouted loudly.
But Charlie sighed inwardly.
He didn't have much confidence in today's game.
After all, he usually sees the performance of his teammates.
He encouraged himself silently.
Catch the Snitch early and win today.
Unlike the others, Cedric was so nervous that his hands were shaking.
There's nothing I can do, he's only in the second grade this year.
With zero competition experience, it was indeed a test for him to participate in such a high-end competition right from the start.
Hearing what his teammates said, he tried to make his own voice: "I'm not nervous."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he blushed and tried to correct himself: "What I mean is that I will try my best to cooperate with the seniors."
"Professor, don't worry, I won't hold you back!"
Sebastian smiled and rubbed his head, then looked into his eyes and said gently: "Don't worry, just go for it, the professor believes in your ability!"
If all the players were like Cedric, there would be no problem in winning the game.
He looked around and said loudly, "Very good! Very energetic!"
"I only have one request - pay attention to teamwork!"