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Chapter 32 If you lose, you will hold grudges
Chapter 32 If you lose, you will hold grudges
Dumbledore said no more about the student.
William didn't ask about the Mirror of Erised either.
It seems that this unexpected encounter never happened.
After bidding farewell to Dumbledore, he quietly returned to the Ravenclaw common room and lay down on his bed—the little panda Gable was sleeping soundly beside his pillow, with some crystal liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth. It seems to have dreamed of something beautiful.
"Is it just a dream?"
Slowly, William fell into a dreamless sleep.
Morning came quickly.
When William woke up sleepily, his roommate Jimmy Appleby had already changed into his wizard robes and was about to open the door to leave the dormitory.
"Morning, William. I thought you'd be up later.
It was just after seven o'clock. "
Jimmy Appleby looked at William with some surprise, as if he didn't expect him to get up so early - William didn't return to the common room until he went to bed.
"morning."
William also looked at Jimmy with some surprise.
Jimmy is a well-known "talented faction" in Ravenclaw. He has always adhered to the credo of "If you can sleep until ten o'clock, you will never start at 59:59:[-]". Due to his talent, his grades have always been quite high in the class.
"I'm not always fine."
Seemingly understanding the look in William's eyes, Jimmy spread his hands and said.
"But before that, you have to tell me, where did you find this little guy—for Merlin's sake, do you know what happened in the common room yesterday?"
He pointed to Gable and said excitedly.
"Did he get into trouble?"
William looked at Gable next to the pillow, and in his sleep he snorted softly in response.
"Don't let me put it another way. If you go out now and casually tell a girl that you want to date her, then even if it's just for the sake of being able to touch this little guy, she will seriously consider it—— Instead of casting a bat spell on you face to face."
Jimmy responded excitedly.
"I mean, a friend of mine once."
He soon realized he had said something too much.
To be honest, Jimmy is not ugly, and his grades are good, but in terms of past relationship experience, it can be said that he is not understanding. It can only be said that he is full of bad marks.
William heard that he once had a date with a third-year Hufflepuff girl at Mrs. Pafferty's Cafe in Hogsmeade. When the other person's face slowly approached him, Jimmy pulled a tissue and gave it forcefully. She wiped the corner of her mouth.
After that, he took the girl to the screaming shack, which is said to be haunted. After telling many ghost stories about ordinary people, he deliberately pretended to be a ghost and yelled to scare her.
But he always has a romantic heart.
Although methodologically.
William couldn't make it up for him.
But William understood what Jimmy meant.
"Gable is not my pet.
It's just that Professor McGonagall entrusted me with temporary care-if you want Gable to help your friend, maybe you can bring him something delicious.
He likes sweets very much. "
William touched the smooth short hair on Gable's back. It was a little hard, but it felt very good and warm to the touch.
"It's you. Don't say that you are going to become hardworking all of a sudden, then Professor Flitwick will definitely be frightened by you."
He looked at Jimmy, trying to hear his explanation.
"I just wanted to tell you—the academy's Quidditch team will start its first practice today, and some people who are interested in joining the academy team can take this opportunity to get acquainted. You know, you can ride a broom, turn around Spin around, play ball or something."
Jimmy made a gesture of throwing a Quaffle.
He had always wanted to join the academy's Quidditch team, and hung many moving pictures of the team and players on the wall next to his bed, even willing to sacrifice a certain amount of sleep for it.
"You are from the United States. I heard that American wizards also like Quidditch. Maybe you would like to take part in the training? I can take you with me. I dare say that Sloat will be willing to let you Try it."
He used "Persuasion" on William.
Too bad it didn't work.
"Sorry. I'm not interested in Quidditch."
William shook his head.
Although the experience of sitting on a broomstick is not as uncomfortable as it seems-these broomsticks have been cast with a magic spell called "cushion curse", which can comfortably and stably support the wizard's back half.
But it is still not a pleasant experience to bear the high speed of a broom with a bare face.
Although he has encountered some unpleasant things recently, William has no interest in "flying in the strong wind, wishing to let the heartache go away"-not to mention that he is holding a wand.
"Then maybe you'd like to come cheer me on?"
Jimmy asked with some regret.
"I"
William hesitated - he didn't want to make up a reason to reject Jimmy, and after experiencing last night, he couldn't bear to refuse Jimmy.
"Well, it's just a trial training."
Jimmy obviously understood William's hesitation.
"At least you're willing to walk by the stadium when it's time for the official selection? I mean, if I'm lucky enough to make it to that point."
He took the initiative to take another step back.
"Let me think about it."
William didn't immediately refuse.
A smile appeared on Jimmy's face.
"Then I'll take it as if you've agreed! The selection is on the Quidditch pitch at three o'clock on Saturday afternoon, and Sloat has already reserved the venue in advance, you know!"
Jimmy talked a lot at once like pouring beans.
"Perhaps take Gable with us then?"
He tentatively pointed to the red panda who had just turned over and was sleeping on its back. Before William could answer, "William, I love you!" Jimmy waved his hand and left the dormitory.
"He's a good hand at opening windows."
William shook his head, got up and began to pack himself and put on his robes - the first class was Professor Flitwick's Charms class, and he didn't want to be late anyway.
Following the winding staircase of the Ravenclaw Tower, William soon came to the Great Hall.
The Slytherins obviously didn't forget what happened to Marcus and Montague—they saw William coming in through the gate with eyes like knives, wishing they could cut him into pieces.
But when William went to pick out the cereal, pack the milk, and face them, the Slytherins seemed to be discussing today's lesson happily.
Marcus Flint is the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, the heir of the Flint family, and the "troll" who has always been known for his aggressiveness in their college—but he doesn't know it Unknowingly being controlled by William's curse, it has become unwise to provoke him recklessly.
The same is true for the lower grades, and the same is true for the upper grades.
Slytherin, who has always known how to protect himself wisely, almost engraved the credo of "If you lose, you will hold a grudge, if you win, you will counterattack and reckon" in your blood.
"At least until they figure out my method, there won't be any idiots jumping out of the grass again."
Eschewing the dark-looking pile of what should properly be defined as "high-fat emulsified offal tubers," William selected himself some fried frankfurters, and some stewed to a soft Rotten beans in tomato sauce.
"You are William Buffalo."
Said a female voice that sounded very stiff.
On the 14th day after the book was opened, 1000 collections were achieved.
Thank you for your company, thank you for your support.
Looking forward to traveling further with you.
Thank you Kukulkan 1 for your tip.
(End of this chapter)
Dumbledore said no more about the student.
William didn't ask about the Mirror of Erised either.
It seems that this unexpected encounter never happened.
After bidding farewell to Dumbledore, he quietly returned to the Ravenclaw common room and lay down on his bed—the little panda Gable was sleeping soundly beside his pillow, with some crystal liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth. It seems to have dreamed of something beautiful.
"Is it just a dream?"
Slowly, William fell into a dreamless sleep.
Morning came quickly.
When William woke up sleepily, his roommate Jimmy Appleby had already changed into his wizard robes and was about to open the door to leave the dormitory.
"Morning, William. I thought you'd be up later.
It was just after seven o'clock. "
Jimmy Appleby looked at William with some surprise, as if he didn't expect him to get up so early - William didn't return to the common room until he went to bed.
"morning."
William also looked at Jimmy with some surprise.
Jimmy is a well-known "talented faction" in Ravenclaw. He has always adhered to the credo of "If you can sleep until ten o'clock, you will never start at 59:59:[-]". Due to his talent, his grades have always been quite high in the class.
"I'm not always fine."
Seemingly understanding the look in William's eyes, Jimmy spread his hands and said.
"But before that, you have to tell me, where did you find this little guy—for Merlin's sake, do you know what happened in the common room yesterday?"
He pointed to Gable and said excitedly.
"Did he get into trouble?"
William looked at Gable next to the pillow, and in his sleep he snorted softly in response.
"Don't let me put it another way. If you go out now and casually tell a girl that you want to date her, then even if it's just for the sake of being able to touch this little guy, she will seriously consider it—— Instead of casting a bat spell on you face to face."
Jimmy responded excitedly.
"I mean, a friend of mine once."
He soon realized he had said something too much.
To be honest, Jimmy is not ugly, and his grades are good, but in terms of past relationship experience, it can be said that he is not understanding. It can only be said that he is full of bad marks.
William heard that he once had a date with a third-year Hufflepuff girl at Mrs. Pafferty's Cafe in Hogsmeade. When the other person's face slowly approached him, Jimmy pulled a tissue and gave it forcefully. She wiped the corner of her mouth.
After that, he took the girl to the screaming shack, which is said to be haunted. After telling many ghost stories about ordinary people, he deliberately pretended to be a ghost and yelled to scare her.
But he always has a romantic heart.
Although methodologically.
William couldn't make it up for him.
But William understood what Jimmy meant.
"Gable is not my pet.
It's just that Professor McGonagall entrusted me with temporary care-if you want Gable to help your friend, maybe you can bring him something delicious.
He likes sweets very much. "
William touched the smooth short hair on Gable's back. It was a little hard, but it felt very good and warm to the touch.
"It's you. Don't say that you are going to become hardworking all of a sudden, then Professor Flitwick will definitely be frightened by you."
He looked at Jimmy, trying to hear his explanation.
"I just wanted to tell you—the academy's Quidditch team will start its first practice today, and some people who are interested in joining the academy team can take this opportunity to get acquainted. You know, you can ride a broom, turn around Spin around, play ball or something."
Jimmy made a gesture of throwing a Quaffle.
He had always wanted to join the academy's Quidditch team, and hung many moving pictures of the team and players on the wall next to his bed, even willing to sacrifice a certain amount of sleep for it.
"You are from the United States. I heard that American wizards also like Quidditch. Maybe you would like to take part in the training? I can take you with me. I dare say that Sloat will be willing to let you Try it."
He used "Persuasion" on William.
Too bad it didn't work.
"Sorry. I'm not interested in Quidditch."
William shook his head.
Although the experience of sitting on a broomstick is not as uncomfortable as it seems-these broomsticks have been cast with a magic spell called "cushion curse", which can comfortably and stably support the wizard's back half.
But it is still not a pleasant experience to bear the high speed of a broom with a bare face.
Although he has encountered some unpleasant things recently, William has no interest in "flying in the strong wind, wishing to let the heartache go away"-not to mention that he is holding a wand.
"Then maybe you'd like to come cheer me on?"
Jimmy asked with some regret.
"I"
William hesitated - he didn't want to make up a reason to reject Jimmy, and after experiencing last night, he couldn't bear to refuse Jimmy.
"Well, it's just a trial training."
Jimmy obviously understood William's hesitation.
"At least you're willing to walk by the stadium when it's time for the official selection? I mean, if I'm lucky enough to make it to that point."
He took the initiative to take another step back.
"Let me think about it."
William didn't immediately refuse.
A smile appeared on Jimmy's face.
"Then I'll take it as if you've agreed! The selection is on the Quidditch pitch at three o'clock on Saturday afternoon, and Sloat has already reserved the venue in advance, you know!"
Jimmy talked a lot at once like pouring beans.
"Perhaps take Gable with us then?"
He tentatively pointed to the red panda who had just turned over and was sleeping on its back. Before William could answer, "William, I love you!" Jimmy waved his hand and left the dormitory.
"He's a good hand at opening windows."
William shook his head, got up and began to pack himself and put on his robes - the first class was Professor Flitwick's Charms class, and he didn't want to be late anyway.
Following the winding staircase of the Ravenclaw Tower, William soon came to the Great Hall.
The Slytherins obviously didn't forget what happened to Marcus and Montague—they saw William coming in through the gate with eyes like knives, wishing they could cut him into pieces.
But when William went to pick out the cereal, pack the milk, and face them, the Slytherins seemed to be discussing today's lesson happily.
Marcus Flint is the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, the heir of the Flint family, and the "troll" who has always been known for his aggressiveness in their college—but he doesn't know it Unknowingly being controlled by William's curse, it has become unwise to provoke him recklessly.
The same is true for the lower grades, and the same is true for the upper grades.
Slytherin, who has always known how to protect himself wisely, almost engraved the credo of "If you lose, you will hold a grudge, if you win, you will counterattack and reckon" in your blood.
"At least until they figure out my method, there won't be any idiots jumping out of the grass again."
Eschewing the dark-looking pile of what should properly be defined as "high-fat emulsified offal tubers," William selected himself some fried frankfurters, and some stewed to a soft Rotten beans in tomato sauce.
"You are William Buffalo."
Said a female voice that sounded very stiff.
On the 14th day after the book was opened, 1000 collections were achieved.
Thank you for your company, thank you for your support.
Looking forward to traveling further with you.
Thank you Kukulkan 1 for your tip.
(End of this chapter)
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