My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 444, Section 441: Flowers and Hands

To be honest, Lynn never had a good impression of American wizards.

This wasn't a prejudice he inherited from his previous life, but rather something that happened to Fontana when he was in his third year, which made him feel that the wizarding country from across the Atlantic seemed to harbor some kind of malice towards him.

Moreover, their positions are inherently opposed.

The deaths of Lynn's parents involved these American wizards, who were aware of their existence. There was not only conflict between them, but also a deep-seated hatred!

So Lynn never forgot the time when the American wizard came to Hogwarts and provoked him. An eye for an eye, he was always thinking about when to get his revenge.

However, there isn't a suitable time yet.

But what if the American wizards also want to get involved in this year's Triwizard Tournament?

Heh, Lynn thought they were practically offering their faces for him to slap, and he was more than happy to do so.

After dinner, the group chatted for a while at the camp. Before long, the Ministry of Magic staff could no longer suppress the wizards' passion for using magic that had gathered there.

Various magical traces appeared throughout the camp, and small merchants and vendors kept Apparating there, all signs indicating that the Quidditch match was about to begin.

Yes, there's no need to wait until daytime; even nighttime doesn't hinder the start of the wizarding competition.

Moreover, if the Golden Snitch isn't caught, the match will continue indefinitely, and it's uncertain how many days it will last.

Even the betting odds offered by the Ministry of Magic include bets on the duration of the match, with odds no less attractive than those on the final score.

Instead of staying at their camp, the children scattered to explore the mobile market run by wizards.

Harry, Ron, and Umaru ran up to the wizarding vendor selling Irish football team souvenirs and each bought a pure green pointed hat with a shamrock badge.

The three of them excitedly put the hats on their heads and continued to wander through the crowd, becoming little green men. Harry even bought Ron and Umaru a panoramic telescope as a gift for them.

Lynn and Hermione strolled around the area together.

"The wizards' lives don't seem much different from normal Muggles'. These mobile markets even set up near big events," Hermione said, looking around.

Neither of them were fans of any team, and they weren't interested in the Quidditch souvenirs being sold; they were just curious about the wizards selling them.

"In other countries, this kind of place would be called a temple fair, where people gather in one place, and there are naturally more delicious foods and fun activities."

Lynn looked up and thought for a moment.

"Actually, there is very little research on humanistic traditions in the magical world."

Wizards' cultural habits differ from those of Muggles, yet they are deeply connected. The Muggle Studies course at Hogwarts is a step forward in studying Muggle society, culture, and history. However, I've attended that course a few times, and there are significant problems with its teaching methods.

The professor of Muggle Studies subconsciously distinguished between wizards and Muggles, just as wizards are human and Muggles are not. This caused the students in the class to unconsciously adopt a superior perspective and look down on Muggle society.

Wizards genuinely interested in Muggles, however, couldn't learn much more about them. For example, Mr. Weasley, despite having a Muggle studies class during his school years, didn't demonstrate a level of interest in Muggles that was significantly greater than that of other wizards.

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and said.

"This is probably also related to the unstable history of the magical world in recent years. Since the 20th century, the entire European magical world has never been truly stable. The development of humanities must be built on a stable social order. In turbulent times, people have no mood to think about things that cannot provide them with security."

Harry and the others have no idea what the private time they created for Lynn and Hermione is actually going on.

What else can top students talk about?

Of course, for top students, this might also be a kind of fun.

As they strolled around, Hermione's eyes suddenly fixed on a certain direction.

There was a wizard selling flowers, holding a large bunch of bright red roses. Of course, these weren't meant for couples in this setting.

The rose is the national flower of Bulgaria, and red is the main color of the Bulgarian Quidditch team, so these roses can be considered a kind of support item for Bulgarian fans.

However, girls don't care about support or not. They like flowers, especially those with romantic meanings, and even top students are no exception.

Hermione looked at the flowers and then turned to look at Lynn.

The meaning conveyed through their eyes is self-evident.

Lynn shrugged: "You want it?"

She nodded, her face slightly flushed.

"If you want it, go buy it yourself. Why are you looking at me?"

Hermione remained expressionless upon hearing Lynn's words.

It doesn't matter. Anyway, she had long given up on Lynn's blockheadedness. After spending so much time with him, Hermione had figured it out. Lynn was smart in everything he did, but when it came to feelings, he was as hard as a rock.

"I won't buy it, you buy it for me."

She said in a firm voice.

Since he's so dense and won't get it, she'll take the initiative and force him to understand.

Lynn was a little confused by Hermione's "unreasonable" request, but he didn't refuse. It was just a bouquet of flowers; he could treat it as a way to appease a child.

These roses were clearly specially cultivated varieties, looking incredibly fresh, even with dew still on them. The wizard merchant boasted that even without planting them in the ground, they could maintain this freshness for at least six months.

Here, this is for you.

Lynn handed the book to Hermione, who happily took it and then stared at him with wide eyes.

Why do you seem so reluctant?

"That must be your imagination. I'd be more than happy to give you this flower, dear Miss Granger."

Lynn secretly rolled her eyes and went along with her wishes.

Hermione held the flowers in one hand and took his arm with the other.

"Hmph, I don't care whether you like it or not, from now on, flowers like these can only be given to me!"

"You're so barbaric."

"I don't care!"

Just then, a deep, resonant gong sounded from somewhere in the distance of the woods. Instantly, thousands of red and green lanterns lit up the trees, illuminating the road leading to the stadium.

The match was about to start, and in a dark corner, Hermione's hand slipped off Lynn's arm and quietly took his hand.

(End of this chapter)