A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 432 The Scent of Malt

As Qiu said: Soft persimmons are the tastiest.

Nobody wants to endure torrential rain and battle for hours in the first match.

That would definitely not be a good experience.

William prefers to dominate every game and crush noobs. If two or three opponents also disconnect, the game becomes even more enjoyable.

Feeling bored and lighting a cigarette is just post-coital affectation.

Furthermore, even after giving your all to eliminate the strongest opponent and advancing, you might lack the strength to defeat a weaker opponent later on...

It might sound like a glorious defeat, but that was Shohoku High School, not Ravenclaw, and certainly not what William wanted.

So thankfully, Snape hated Gryffindor, not Hufflepuff.

Otherwise, the situation will become very difficult.

Cedric is a heavy seeker, tall and agile. He has an advantage over the slender Qiu in a storm.

Unless Qiu uses her fake fall skill to take down Cedric within the first three minutes, she will have a hard time catching the Golden Snitch.

Harry is much simpler; he's been exploited by Wood lately, and his stamina and physical strength are far from what they used to be.

She is not in a good position either, and is even shorter than Qiu.

It would be even more fitting if Cho could smile at Harry from time to time during the match.

This match was basically like playing against bots, the kind where you get a free win!

Of course, this couldn't be said in front of Cedric, otherwise William might not be able to participate in tomorrow's game.

First, he forcibly dragged me to the prefectural bathroom to experience what it means to be... (soap) a cruel twist of fate.

Saturday morning,

The rain was sparse and the wind was strong.

The corridors and auditorium were pitch black, so many torches and lamps were lit.

Slytherin looked smug, while Malfoy paced around the Gryffindor dining table several times.

Only Malfoy would have gotten such a good deal and then gone around showing off.

Or rather... showing off.

When male peacocks court, they spread their beautiful tail feathers and perform a display to entice their mates.

The Malfoys' symbol is the peacock, and they keep a whole flock of them on their estate.

Malfoy also fully inherited this characteristic.

"Oh, if only my arm were a little better!"

He glanced at Harry and sighed insincerely.

"I just hate that my body is so weak, I hate it so much!"

Harry took a big bite of bread, as if it were Malfoy's face.

He poured all the butter on the table onto the bread, and added malt porridge, milk, ketchup, and civet coffee.

It is a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate—a true delicacy!

"Eat shit, Malfoy!"

Harry yelled and hurled the bread with the same force he used to throw a Quake.

Malfoy was still showing off to Goyle when he heard Harry shout. He turned around excitedly and was hit right in the face.

Thick liquid slid down his face, staining his white robe.

Malfoy backed away with a scream, and Harry's milk slid into his mouth.

Ah, the smell of malt!

At that moment, Professor Snape appeared, his face beaming with a malicious smile.

"Potter attacked his classmates and wasted food, I think... Gryffindor should be docked twenty points!"

The Gryffindor table remained calm and composed, with everyone maintaining their usual composure.

Only twenty points? That's so stingy.

The little lions are becoming more resilient as they accumulate more points. They barely flinch if the deductions don't exceed fifty.

Harry sat sullenly in his chair, muttering to Ron, "Malfoy deserved it!"

Ron, who was experiencing temporary tinnitus, asked loudly:

"Ma Shiyao Fu?"

"Malfoy!"

"What, Alford?"

Harry really wanted to make another depth charge and smash it on Ron's head to treat his tinnitus.

Wood's face was full of worry as he squeezed his large buttocks between Harry and Ron.

She reached out and stroked Harry's thigh, massaging it to reduce swelling and bruising.

“I’m a professional, Harry,” Wood explained. “I’ve been to Hogsmeade’s foot massage parlors many times and learned some techniques from the goblins.”

Massaging like this for a while can relieve muscle pain. I always go to a foot massage parlor to relax after a match.

"I'll take you next time, okay? I'm a VIP member, so I get a 1% discount."

"I can't go to Hogsmeade!" Harry felt a tingling sensation in his groin, like being electrocuted.

"Oh, I forgot about that." Wood hesitated for a moment, then said:

"I don't want to put too much pressure on you, Harry, but we have to win today, understand?"

Harry nodded.

"During the match, it's best to knock Qiu Zhang off the field and not give her too much face."

This is a competition; a bit of rough play is unavoidable, understand?

Wood was teaching Charlie the fouling techniques he had learned.

Now it's time to pass it on to Harry.

Harry remained silent and did not respond.

A game versus your future sexual happiness... which is more important? There doesn't seem to be much room for hesitation, right?

Harry glanced at Ravenclaw's dining table from afar.

The atmosphere at the Ravenclaw table was much more relaxed, with everyone laughing and chatting.

Cedric is discussing the "Lonski feint" with Cho.

"Cho, if all else fails, just knock Harry off the broom, you know? This is a competition!" Cedric also imparted strange and wonderful knowledge.

Autumn looked up toward the Gryffindor dining table.

Harry happened to be looking over as well.

Qiu nodded slightly, a polite smile on her face, and whispered to Cedric, "Okay!"

Harry's face turned bright red. He suddenly realized that even if Cho caught the Golden Snitch, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Well, Harry is about to become Ravenclaw's mole.

William was oblivious to this; he was discussing with Hermione why they didn't use a "weather-changing charm" to alter the terrible weather.

"Hermione, member of the Experimental Spells Committee, conducted an investigation into the proportion of wizards who supported weather-controlling spells."

They even tried to keep London sunny all the time. But that caused abnormal weather, including months of dense fog.

That was not only due to the humidity of the island nation and industrial pollution, but also to the excessive intervention of wizards.

From then on, everyone just let things take their course.

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

William then went on to talk about the relationships between people, between people and nature, and between people and the universe.

He used a series of sophisticated technical terms to tell her why the weather cannot be changed.

Anne was complaining to herself that she didn't have a flying broom.

But William and Hermione pretended not to hear.

So she crookedly carved her name on William's broom.

Fearing punishment, Anne carved Hermione's name again, attempting to drag her down with her.

Luna put on the eagle hat with flapping wings.

She then placed the roaring lion hat on Anne's head.

quickly,

The Quidditch match is about to begin.

As usual, the entire school turned out to watch the game. They ran across the lawn toward the Quidditch pitch, heads bowed to ward off the strong wind.

The Ravenclaw players all changed into sky-blue robes.

William provided each team member with a waterproof badge.

The effect is similar to a "waterproof and moisture-proof spell," preventing rainwater from penetrating.

Combined with the warm-up badge, it's enough to maintain strength in this heavy rain.

The wind was howling so hard that when they reached the stadium, they couldn't hear the cheers of the spectators amidst the rumbling thunder.

The Gryffindors, dressed in scarlet robes, walked towards them from across the pitch.

The lion cubs also have badges, which the twins sold to Wood.

Madame Hooch put the whistle to her lips and blew hard, producing a sharp whistling sound that seemed to come from afar.

The game started.

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(End of this chapter)