Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 161 Love Makes One Fearful

Quidditch itself wasn't particularly appealing to Damon.

However, when he saw Hermione also take to the field and get a bit flustered and even annoyed by the moving ball, he had to admit that he was amused.

Perhaps because Damon was watching, Slytherin's team didn't resort to any tricks.

Surprisingly, they still managed to take first place in the end—students from other colleges didn't have the same fierce determination as them. When they got serious, they took this entertainment competition far more seriously than students from other colleges.

According to the girls who met with her afterward, they formed a team in just one hour under Gemma Farley's organization, handed in their homework to other classmates immediately, practiced non-stop until 4 a.m., and then took an invigorating potion the next day.

"Don't you think this kind of victory is despicable?"

The fourth-year student in front of me revealed all this somewhat uneasily—she had chosen Honey Duke's candy store as the location for her date, a place many couples would choose.

"No, rather, I've come to admire you all."

Damon smiled and reassured them—he didn't like Slytherin's ruthless pursuit of victory, but he still admired their professional attitude of seizing every opportunity to win the game.

Strangely enough, no matter how enthusiastic Gemma was towards him, he didn't seem to have any particular fondness for Slytherin.

But at this moment, at this juncture, he did indeed feel a slight liking for the Slytherin people.

Men are naturally interested in things that require expertise—even if you show them how to trim a donkey's hoof or cut fruit, as long as you demonstrate expertise enough, they will watch with great interest.

Damon had this feeling at that moment.

However, two hours is a very short time, and he didn't get to know the girl in front of him much before the next 'winner' came to urge him on.

"Alright, time's up. Shouldn't it be my turn now?"

"Yeah, of course."

Damon stood up with a laugh, feeling like a host in a Japanese hotel constantly entertaining customers—well, but he had never experienced anything like it before, so he still found it quite enjoyable.

Not to mention that the girls in each grade have different personalities, which brought Damon a good sense of novelty and experience, and also gave him a certain understanding of the different personalities of the Slytherin students.

"So? Aren't the girls from Slytherin wonderful?"

On the shore of Black Lake at night, the Cowherd, who had diligently served customers all day, was receiving his last guest.

Gemma Farley.

I don't know what methods she used to get the prime time slot between 18 PM and 20 PM, and she even convinced seventh-grade students.

"It's true, but sometimes the thoughts she unintentionally reveals are a bit cruel—for a girl, such cold-hearted thoughts can be a little frightening."

“Those are the mediocre people we need to be wary of—we need to scare them away.”

Gemma sat beside Damon, a subtle, pleasant violet scent naturally permeating his senses. "Does this scare you?"

"Scare away mediocre people? Who did these mediocre people offend?"

Damon, who considers himself one of the mediocre, jokingly defended himself.

“It’s not a matter of offending anyone or not,” Gemma explained patiently. “Our time is precious and not worth wasting on mediocre people—it would be too extravagant for us to use specific time to filter them.”

Can't you understand? If we knew that fools were afraid of smart people, we would arm ourselves by looking smart, so that fools wouldn't come near us.

Sometimes, the reason people attract bad people is that they themselves need to look at the reasons—perhaps they haven't presented themselves well enough, making everyone think they can take advantage of them? If you seem easily taken advantage of, then naturally others will try to take advantage of you; it's a very real problem.

"An interesting argument—that by portraying oneself as unapproachable, one can filter out mediocre and insecure people?"

"This only applies to girls, but it also applies to life in general—like you, you're so indifferent to everyone, so people without real talent don't dare to approach you, and you don't come into contact with mediocre people."

Think about it, if people came to you every day asking you to teach them spells, how could you possibly teach them all? But because you put on a cold face, naturally no one dared to bother you.

"Although I don't think the same way you do, I can't deny that there's some truth to what you're saying."

Damon leaned against a large tree, enjoying the cool breeze from the Black Lake, and suddenly felt a little tired. Gemma mustered her courage and approached him, whispering in his ear:
"The trunk is too hard, you can lean on my legs."

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Damon obediently did as instructed.

Hmm, it's soft. Actually, my neck isn't very comfortable, but it still feels quite alluring—Gemma smells wonderful, which makes Damon think from the bottom of his heart that this girl has good taste.

It must have involved a lot of trial and error.

"Can I touch you?"

Damon heard her voice trembling, its coldness like the frost and mist of a Black Lake at night, yet carrying an unusual heat.

“We’re just temporary two-hour couples now, so you don’t have to ask me everything.”

He squinted, feeling the wind brush against the fine hairs on his face, feeling quite content.

"A temporary couple?"

The girl's voice turned somewhat sad.

A hand touched Damon's face, carrying a slight coolness.

For the sake of style, she wore a summer outfit—a white shirt with a black tie, a short skirt and black stockings, and a pair of small leather shoes.

Actually, it was very windy by the lake, and she felt a bit cold.

But more than the cold, she didn't want her appearance to be in any way lacking at this moment.

For the rest of the time, neither of them spoke.
Gemma understood Damon's meaning, so she didn't have the courage to launch another attack.

So she convinced herself to cherish and enjoy this rare moment.

For more than an hour, she kept thinking about the same thing—whether or not to bend down and kiss the captivating boy in front of her.

But just as mentioned before, Damon acted too aloof, and Gemma simply didn't dare to do it—she couldn't imagine how things would develop, and she didn't dare to imagine the unknown consequences that this action might have.

So in the end, by the time Damon left, she had accomplished nothing—it was also the first time she had ever liked someone, and she didn't have any experience.

If ten years pass, she will definitely kiss him.

But it's simply impossible to do that now.

"I just sat with him by the Black Lake for two hours, in the freezing wind, desperately trying to feel the warmth of his head resting on my knees, as if I could live a sweet life with that warmth."

(End of this chapter)