A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 431 Was that matter really that interesting?

In the days that followed, everyone was talking about Black and the Dementors.

There are differing accounts of how he entered the castle.

Albert Anderson of Gryffindor said that Black could become a shadow and follow behind others.

He spoke with such conviction that no one dared to walk in the sunlight.

It seemed as if the shadow could grab a magic wand at any moment and deliver a thousand-year kill from behind.

For several days in a row, Albert hid in the dormitory toilet. He even said that if he left the dormitory, he would be killed by his shadow... and thus skipped many classes.

Everyone realized what was going on and started looking for reasons to skip class.

Jon Hart said he was afraid of the dark, the kind of person who couldn't even look at a blackboard, while Black... you can tell from his name that he's very dark;

Alan Harris said that Black, like Professor Quirrell, had become a ghost.

So when Professor Binns emerged from the blackboard as usual, in Sadako's manner, Hermione was the only student in the classroom.

She was so tired from using the time converter lately that she fell asleep right there on the table.

Professor Binns felt insulted and, unable to bear the bullying, threatened to commit suicide.

So be it, he's already a ghost anyway.

The most outrageous one is Professor Trelawney.

McGonagall cut her budget; what used to buy half a month's worth of sherry now only lasts ten days.

How can we live without sherry?

I can't live like this anymore!

Trelawney was shivering with cold and could only numb her senses by sleeping in class every day.

During a class, Lavender asked Blake how he got in.

Frustrated by the noise, Professor Trelawney casually pointed to the cover of the book "Seeing the Future Through the Fog".

—A big black dog.

So everyone thought that Trelawney meant that Blake had become an ominous sign, a big black dog.

Tooth was unlucky, and many students thought it was Blake.

Toothpick had no choice but to hide in Hagrid's hut all day, afraid to go out. He was afraid that a student would knock him down with a brick and turn him into dog meat hotpot.

In the end, it was Elena Kaslana who ended the argument.

She believed that Blake had dressed as a woman and sneaked into the school.

The skirts in the Gryffindor common room are the strongest evidence.

Most people agree with this viewpoint, finding it reasonable, well-founded, and without any logical flaws.

Elena truly lives up to her reputation as the great detective, the Watson of Hogwarts.

Wood is the strongest supporter of this view.

He insisted that the women's clothing found in his dormitory was evidence left by Blake.

Furthermore, they unequivocally oppose Professor McGonagall's live magic broadcasts, believing it to be a violation of everyone's privacy and human rights.

He should be hanged on the Quidditch ball frame!

Professor McGonagall didn't know about human rights; all she knew was that she wanted to hang Ron right now.

It's best to air dry them before feeding them to the dogs outside the school (Blake).

Because Ron lost another 100 points to Snape.

The reason is simple: after Snape was robbed, he accused Ron of stealing it while he was in solitary confinement.

This is absolutely an attempt to make a fuss over nothing. You know, back in the principal's office, he still thought that Blake and Professor Lupin were working together.

As long as points can be deducted, it doesn't matter who gets the hat deducted, right?

Ron alone lost 300 points, and with Harry and McLaggan added to that... Gryffindor has now broken through to the 'Battle Emperor' level.

They continue to consolidate their advantage, leading the college standings in reverse.

Gryffindor has broken the record for the lowest score.

In a sense, this year's Gryffindor wizards have made history.

No, every time they lose a point, they are making history, so they still have the opportunity to challenge themselves and surpass themselves!

Looking around, none of the other three colleges had anyone who could fight.

I'm so lonely, it's like I'm bursting with urine!

Ron became a big celebrity.

He was feeling quite unwell the next day because he had dreamt about selling photos in the Slytherin common room a few times.

Normally, even Harry doesn't know that only Scabbers listens to his innermost thoughts.

Now look what happened; I don't know why I acted impulsively.

But strangely enough, when Snape accused him of stealing the potion, people suddenly became interested in him.

They paid more attention to him than to Harry.

Especially during class, Snape, who used to only ask Harry questions, now asks him questions too, saying things that sound sarcastic or unsettling.

Ron instantly felt elated.

Hermione raised her hand to answer the question, but Snape ignored her and even showed a jealous look in his eyes.

This was the first time Ron had ever received such treatment, and he clearly enjoyed the experience.

He was happy to tell anyone how he stole Snape's potion, adding many of his own imagined "details" whenever asked.

This didn't last long; on Thursday, he received seventy-two yelling letters from Mrs. Weasley.

That day, the Gryffindor dormitory was filled with the sound of royal cannons all morning.

For a long time afterward, Ron spoke very loudly to others, asking:

"What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

With the arrival of the full moon, Professor Lu Ping took leave.

Professor Snape was quite satisfied; after serving as the acting professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for several days, he had finally had his fill of doing so.

William and Hermione weren't too surprised; they both knew Lupin was a werewolf. They just didn't say anything.

Snape was even worse; he assigned the task of killing a werewolf to every grade.

Soon, the claim that Blake was a werewolf resurfaced.

That's how Hogwarts is; the rumors change every day, just like the weather in England.

Let the bullets fly for a while!

The first Quidditch match was drawing near, but the weather was getting worse.

Ravenclaw had stopped training long ago, and only Gryffindor was on the field, putting in a great effort.

In Wood's words:

They have no matches this week, so they want to put all their energy into training.

No one is allowed to stay until they are completely exhausted, drenched in sweat, or so weak in the legs that they can't walk.

Wood believed in the principle of rigorous training; he wanted to put his team members, especially Harry, through extremely tough training.

And so... their story ended tragically.

Friday morning,

William received a sudden piece of news: Ravenclaw was unable to compete against Slytherin.

The Slytherin Quidditch team's reason was: Malfoy's arm had not yet healed.

Snape approved the request and switched Ravenclaw to Gryffindor.

The two colleges he hated most were locked in a love-hate relationship, and it was all happening amidst a storm... It was absolutely hilarious.

Snape's mood inexplicably improved, and during class, he even gave William a zero, telling him to do his best on Saturday.

It seems to be an implication that William should drive all the Gryffindor students off the broom.

Not deducting any points is already an act of the utmost care.

Wood was dumbfounded. He had almost worn out his players, and now you're suddenly telling me there's a match?

Harry, in particular, was tortured to the point of near death by Wood on the training ground.

What should we do?

"Gryffindor has been overtrained. We can rack up points to our heart's content. This is a great opportunity to crush the weaker opponents."

Sitting at the Ravenclaw dining table, Cho excitedly pumped her fist.

William nodded.

Cedric, however, thought differently.

"Gryffindor is so weak right now, don't you want to enjoy the game? Why don't you find a strong opponent for your first match?"

"Do you have to pick on the easy target?"

Qiu smiled and said, "Soft persimmons are the tastiest."

Cedric shook his head and said, "You're like a sick cat. Aren't you worried about the quality of the match? Qiu, let me be frank, you're at the peak of your strength, like a wolf or a tiger."

Qiu asked, "Do you think the basis for enjoying a match is that the players are evenly matched? What's wrong with beating weaker opponents? You can still enjoy it."

Of course, I don't mean it should be too weak. No one can stand a fight that ends in three to five minutes; a slightly longer duration is just right.

"So, what length do you think would be just right?"

Autumn held up one finger.

"One hour."

Cedric pondered for a long time, then said regretfully, "Was that really that interesting?"

"Yes, I have!"

Cedric suddenly laughed, "With this heavy rain, why don't Ravenclaw request a postponement too, and let our Hufflepuffs fill in?"

William and Cho both gave him the middle finger.

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