A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 567 Operation Code Name: Fishing in Troubled Waters!

The head coach was indeed warming up; after the shuttle run, he did a set of radio calisthenics.

It's really great, this Stark Kidney Refining Technique is really amazing.

That's right, in the wizarding world, this set of exercises is known as the Stark Kidney Refining Technique.

However, it wasn't William who came up with the name; rather, it was spread by the gossipy, idle, and nosy principals of past administrations in the principal's office.

William spent a long time in the principal's office. With nothing to do, he did a few sets of gymnastics and some flashy square dancing, which the principals then stole and learned.

William told them that this was a magical body-refining technique from the East.

Once you reach the basics, it nourishes Yin and tonifies the kidneys; once you achieve some success, it prolongs life.

When practiced to its highest level, one can even be reborn from a single drop of blood, and can even obliterate the Great Dao.

After learning from these portraits, they spread them far and wide. Then Phineas Black secretly changed William's body-refining technique into a kidney-refining technique.

William would absolutely not believe it if you told him that Principal Black was a decent man in his lifetime.

After exercising for a while and stretching my somewhat osteoporotic body, I felt sweating all over, so the coach sat back down in the chair.

"Coach, should we call a timeout to adjust the tactics?" an assistant asked.

The situation is completely one-sided; we have to do something.

The coach shook his head, looking incredibly calm, like a Zen master.

At this point, he only has one tactic:

Adjust it yourself.

If all else fails... let Krum handle it alone and catch the Golden Snitch.

This is the core of all the tactics, the kind that doesn't require a tactical board.

However, Krum was ultimately just a Seeker; he couldn't score, and Quidditch is a game for seven players.

This highly anticipated final was anything but a final; Ireland dominated the entire match.

The Veelas began to use underhanded tactics, subtly lifting their clothes.

Not only Irish players were infected, but Bulgarian players were also infected.

The Bulgarian goalkeeper hugged and kissed the Irish player.

Referee Hassan Mustafa also landed in front of the dancing Veela.

His behavior was very strange; he bent and stretched his limbs, showing off his muscles, and excitedly stroked his large beard.

The little goblins followed suit, lifting their clothes, even going further, but no one paid them any attention.

The little goblin, whose pride had been severely wounded, gave the Veela the middle finger, making a rude gesture.

The game became increasingly intense. Despite suffering two injuries, Seeker Lynch refused to leave the field and continued to play.

His bravery inspired the entire Irish team to fight.

They didn't have champagne at halftime, so naturally, there was no chance of a dramatic comeback like the one in Istanbul.

Finally, Krum caught the Golden Snitch, ending the match.

But the score is

Bulgaria: 160

Ireland: 170.

Ireland's Quidditch national team wins the championship!

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As we walked away from the event, everyone was still discussing the final match.

"Krum shouldn't have ended the game when Ireland were leading by 160 points," Qiu said.

"Qiu, Krum knows that Bulgaria will never catch up!" Cedric shook his head in rebuttal.

"Ireland's chasers were too good... Krum knew they couldn't win."

"If it were Hufflepuff, with a 160-point deficit, would you try to catch the Golden Snitch?" Qiu countered.

"Of course not," Cedric laughed. "I believe my teammates can turn the tide."

Qiu looked at Cedric with appreciation and smiled:

"That's right. If it were Ravenclaw, I wouldn't have bothered to catch the Golden Snitch."

I believe William can turn the score around... He's the best chaser in Hogwarts history.

"Ravenclaw always had this saying—'You can always trust William Stark!'"

This statement is just as famous as the one circulating among the Hogwarts witches—"Stark is omnipotent."

Cedric nodded thoughtfully, and without any clear stance, he immediately launched into a critique:

"Qiu, you're right, Krum really shouldn't have ended the game."

Everyone glanced at him sideways; no wonder he was Cedric.

"That's right. If he still has this mentality, I don't think he'll ever win the championship," Qiu said decisively.

Qiu is right, Krum does have a problem with his mentality.

A team's true strength is revealed when they are in a losing situation.

Catching the Golden Snitch only costs him 10 points, catching it later costs him 150 points... In his view, there is no difference.

One team is destined to lose, and the other may suffer a crushing defeat... but why not gamble on the team's chance to turn the tide?

The previous final lasted five days and five nights. At its peak, the point difference reached as high as 250 points.

Now that the finals are over, Professor McGonagall and the others will go straight back to Hogwarts.

After the group separated, William and his companions walked back along the lantern-lit path, with rough singing echoing in the night sky.

The goblins flew and darted overhead, waving their lanterns, singing songs, and cursing the Veela.

This behavior drew criticism from the audience, who grabbed their wands and aimed them at the goblins.

England fans are among those who do this the most. Ireland won, isn't that a slap in the face for them?

That won't work!

They're going to make a mess of the camp.

That old troublemaker!

As William approached the tent, he encountered the old monsters.

The fairy was entangled with Ludo, both of them with their arms crossed, looking quite menacing.

Ludo spoke quickly to the fairies, as if explaining something.

"Hey, William!" Ludo broke free and ran over. "Great, we're saved!"

Upon seeing William, the fairies dared not approach, fearing that this wealthy man was now demanding the enormous sum of nearly five million Galleons.

That's right, William made a whopping five million in one battle. He bet on ten things and guessed seven correctly, leaving the fairies with nothing but their underwear.

"What does the fairy want with you?" William asked.

"It's nothing," Ludo said in a low voice. "Well—it's like this…they…well…they're looking for Crouch; he didn't come to the game tonight."

William glanced at Ludo suspiciously.

"Can I talk to you about this?" Ludo whispered. "About the Triwizard Tournament, I think you should win."

"Let's talk later, we need to go back and rest now," William said coldly.

Anne was getting sleepy and was dozing off, leaning against Hermione's shoulder.

"Okay." Ludo nodded.

After everyone left, Ludo was surrounded by the fairies again.

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"Maybe he lost a lot of money. He looks like he's about to jump off a building," William said softly.

There will definitely be a lot of people lining up to go to the rooftop.

The wind tonight,

It was quite noisy.

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Malfoy wanted to go up to the rooftop.

He believed that damned liar Trelawney and bet 30,000 Galleons on her, and Bulgaria won.

Now look what happened, I've lost it all again.

I'm so envious!

"Lucius, let's do it," a tall figure said.

"It's already late at night, if we don't do it now, we won't have time left."

“Yes, Goyle is right,” said another chubby wizard. “My wand is itching for a life.”

Malfoy glanced at Goyle and Crabbe sitting on the sofa, but did not immediately agree.

Although the plan was made a long time ago, he still has some hesitation now.

But we really can't hesitate any longer.

Hesitate and you will lose!

Since Voldemort disappeared, they have gradually yielded and compromised, but after playing the fool for so long, Fudge really started to treat them like pigs.

Even honest people can bite when pushed to the limit, let alone those who are not honest.

The Death Eaters should show up tonight.

A tiny reminder to those who have forgotten them.

"Cheers!" Malfoy smashed the wine glass in his hand, spilling red wine onto the white French carpet.

Everyone in the room stood up excitedly, their faces showing cruel smiles.

"The areas for attack have all been designated, but there's one more place..." Malfoy pointed to a corner of the camp map.

"Who's going to attack Stark? He won five million Galleons tonight..."

No one spoke.

When Malfoy glanced at Goyle and Black, the two immediately looked away.

"And you, Nott?" Malfoy asked softly to a hunchbacked wizard.

"I had an upset stomach tonight, otherwise I would have killed him," Nott said viciously.

"..."

Malfoy then looked at another wizard. He simply closed his eyes, pretending to doze off.

Damn it, these bunch of useless trash!

Although Malfoy cursed inwardly, he didn't intend to go.

"I'll go, I'll kidnap his sister," Mark Neal suddenly said.

A cruel smile appeared on his face.

"However, we received five million Galleons. Let's split it 70/30, I want 70%."

Gore angrily retorted, "You let go..."

Malfoy raised his hand and smiled, "Let's do it this way."

Everyone put on hoods.

Just then, a commotion broke out outside.

"What happened?" Malfoy asked. "Kirby?"

A house-elf appeared, bowing its head and saying, "Master, there's a disturbance outside. It seems someone is attacking the camp."

Everyone exchanged shocked glances.

Besides them, were there others who attacked the camp?

"What should we do, Lucius?" Gore asked hurriedly.

"The operation remains unchanged." Malfoy's face lit up with elation.

Now that someone is taking the blame, I feel more at ease carrying out the task.

The operation's code name changed from "fight to the death" to "fishing in troubled waters!"

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(Seeking recommendations and monthly tickets from all the big shots at the beginning of the month.)

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(End of this chapter)