Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 160 Four People and 21 Groups
February 13th, the eve of Valentine's Day.

Dumbledore arranged everything the day before and then disappeared.

The reins of everything were handed over to Professor McGonagall—which made her both eager and regretful.

Regarding the ownership of Damon White's day on Valentine's Day, February 14th, after the professors' 'friendly consultation,' they finally chose a method that everyone could barely accept without overly exploiting Damon—Quidditch.

There was no other way, because none of the methods—transfiguration, spells, or potions—could be used as the standard of judgment to convince the public, so this was the only option left.

Let the witches form teams freely, but the seven members of each team must be from different grades—meaning that if you want to win the game, you not only need to have strengths, but also make sure that your younger teammates aren't so bad that they drag you down.

It's very difficult to do that.

Not all girls are good at Quidditch, especially younger students.

Although the professors had tried to shorten the discussion time and announced the news on the morning of February 12, it was still a huge challenge for the witches who aspired to participate in the competition—they had to spend a day forming teams, registering, training on the spot, and also taking care of their studies.

But this still couldn't dampen their enthusiasm!
Some witches who had been somewhat disheartened by Damon White have regained their faith!
That's the way it should be!
Damon White doesn't belong to any one person; he belongs to all the witches of Hogwarts! Now, they're going to fight him to the death and defeat him!
Furthermore, since girls from every grade level were required to participate in the team, even if they were actually very enthusiastic, they could pretend they couldn't help out. "Ah? Senior's team is short one second-year student? Okay then, although I'm not interested in Duel Prince, I'll definitely help you out!"

"This is a Quidditch match! Even if it's unofficial, isn't it still a great form of entertainment? Don't you like Quidditch anymore? We have to win! Because we love Quidditch so much!"

"Hmph—that third-grader has been spreading rumors about me at school. She wants to win this competition? I'll make sure she doesn't get her way!"

Such examples are too numerous to mention.

Although there aren't many female students at Hogwarts, seven students from each year is considered a healthy gender ratio—when the witches realized this, they almost came to blows.

The undercurrents of conflict were even more intense, with betrayals unfolding one after another – "Didn't you promise to team up with me? Why did you agree to team up with someone else?"

"I was here first! Why!"

"Gulp! I'm the one who built this team, and you guys kicked me out? You didn't expect that, did you? I've returned from hell!"
If you don't want me, other teams will!

It's a mystery how these girls managed to create so much drama in just one day—their resentment and fighting spirit permeated the entire auditorium. Apart from Damon, everyone else became much more cautious when entering and leaving the auditorium—if they accidentally bumped into something and made noise, they were likely to be glared at.

"I can't take it anymore! The atmosphere at school is so weird! The Quidditch match is tomorrow? I just want all this to end already!"

Inside the Room of Requirement, Ron was unusually not practicing spells, but dealing with his homework.

At that moment, he suddenly shouted and leaned back in his chair, seemingly remembering something.

"Women's Quidditch matches sound interesting—even Cho Chang is participating. I wish I could participate too."

“Choo Zhang? Brother, could it be…” Ron’s expression was strange.

"No, she wasn't initially planning to participate, but you know—she was already a member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team—in fact, she was in high demand."

"Well, whatever—anyway, I think love just makes people look stupid now." This year's Valentine's Day, once again, has nothing to do with Ron.

He appeared indifferent on the surface, but his mindset was actually affected to some extent—otherwise, he should be practicing spells with Harry right now.

"Really? I think it would be a very happy thing to date Qiu Zhang—she has a really beautiful smile."

Harry lay on the table, unable to resist daydreaming—just imagining the scene made him smile.

Ron glanced at him but didn't say anything.

With Damon absent and Hermione pulled away to Quidditch training, only the two of them remained in the hut. Logically, no one was restricting or pressuring them. In the past, they would have seized the opportunity to start playing Wizard's Chess.

But now, the two of them spend their days either studying or practicing spells, and Harry also has to take care of Quidditch training, which is "incredible".

"what?"

“I’m telling you, we’re studying hard every day now, and after class we still come here to practice spells. We don’t have to rush to copy other people’s homework anymore. Dude, I feel like I’m so good that I’m a stranger to myself.”

Harry was amused by Ron's tone and laughed happily.

"Yes, we have really changed a lot—because of Damon. Everyone at the school has changed because of him."

He stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

The unique women's Quidditch tournament ultimately only had four teams participating—seven teams had indeed signed up, and Professor McGonagall had even considered the format beforehand, but only four teams showed up in the end, and they were mostly students from their respective colleges.

As for the other three, let's not even mention them.

February was still a bit chilly, but every girl playing Quidditch wore a skirt and a shirt—it seemed the cold couldn't dampen their enthusiasm.

"Ladies and gentlemen—of course, today it's mainly ladies!"

Lee Jordan's voice echoed across the court, as passionate as ever.

"Welcome to this unique women's Quidditch friendly match!"
On this still chilly February afternoon, we were fortunate to witness four brave and captivating teams fiercely competing for what I dare say is the most unique prize in history!

The audience stirred, with some boys making jeers, not particularly enthusiastic, but even a little sarcastic. The girls, however, remained unusually quiet—the prizes for the competition were watching them from the highest point of the stands.

Damon sat on a stone chair surrounded by flowers, resting his chin on his hand, calmly watching everything—he tried not to appear too smug.

But it has to be said that watching beautiful women 'fight' is indeed a fairly interesting thing, not to mention that they fight for their own reasons and don't have to take responsibility for it.

(End of this chapter)