Chapter 166: Melee Wizard?
Another major reason was physical fitness.
The process of Apparition was very taxing on the body.
Therefore, no Wizard could seamlessly chain Apparitions.
Because the body could not withstand the tearing sensation of space.
However, if your physical fitness was stronger, it meant you could Apparate faster than others and chain multiple Apparitions more swiftly.
Furthermore, physical fitness was important for other reasons too.
That was, the speed of dodging spells during combat.
So, looking at it this way, this spell seemed quite useful after all.
Furthermore, Darwin suddenly realized a problem.
The relics of the Four Founders.
It seemed only Gryffindor's was a sword.
Thinking about it this way.
Darwin's mouth twitched slightly.
Could it be that this fellow Gryffindor was a melee Wizard?
Darwin did not hesitate and intended to try this spell.
With this test, Darwin truly felt something extraordinary.
According to the usage method of this spell.
Using magic power to stimulate the body's muscles.
In fact, magic power had always had a tempering effect on a Wizard's body.
It was just that the tempering process was very slow.
This was a passive process.
And now, Gryffindor's spell turned this passive process into an active one, and the magnitude of the tempering was even greater.
Therefore, when Darwin first began the tempering.
He felt a stinging sensation.
A stinging sensation deep within the muscles.
Darwin let out a muffled grunt.
Wait, why were all these spells from Slytherin and Gryffindor masochistic spells?
Soul tearing and physical body tempering were both very painful.
Darwin gritted his teeth and persisted.
No, Darwin felt that he really should make a trip to Daxia.
These spells all found their inspiration from Daxia.
If he found the original version from Daxia, could he suffer a little less?
Darwin felt it was truly feasible and really had to make a trip to Daxia when he had time.
Gritting his teeth and persisting for about an hour.
Darwin leaned weakly against the bed.
Panting heavily.
It hurt, it hurt terribly.
Darwin rested for a moment, then raised his hand and clenched his fist.
Although it hurt, the effect was quite good.
At least he could feel that his body had indeed strengthened quite a bit.
This feeling was still quite wonderful.
Not to mention, wouldn't creating a body-tempering technique in this world feel a bit out of place?
Just talking about the effect itself, it was indeed quite good.
With a healthy body, it wasn't easy to get sick either.
Very good, very good.
Darwin's lips curled up.
This lucky draw wasn't wasted either.
...
The next day, Cassandra and Gemma Farley waited at the dormitory door for Darwin to wake up.
However, they saw Darwin returning from outside wearing a sportswear outfit.
The two of them were stunned.
Cassandra asked, "Your Grace, did you go out?"
Darwin said, "I went out for a run to exercise my body. Come to think of it, the morning air is truly nice. Cassandra, Senior Gemma, you should also go out to exercise in the morning, breathe some fresh air, and strengthen your physical fitness."
"You guys go to the Great Hall first, don't wait for me, I'm going to take a shower."
The two exchanged a glance, and although puzzled, they didn't ask much.
After Darwin returned to the dormitory.
Cassandra said, "Senior Gemma, you go to the Great Hallfirst, I'm going back to the dormitory for a moment."
Gemma Farley nodded.
After Cassandra returned to her dormitory.
She immediately wrote a letter, having someone buy her a set of sportswear to be delivered to Hogwarts today.
Inside the prefect's dormitory bathroom.
Darwin stood under the shower, hot water flowing down his body.
Darwin wiped back his hair.
While running, he felt his physical fitness; it had indeed grown far, far stronger.
He ran a few laps around the Black Lake without turning red or panting.
The most crucial thing was that he discovered another benefit to this spell.
It seemed that the body had memorized the feeling of being tempered by magic power.
Therefore, his magic power always maintained a passive tempering state.
It was much faster than the speed at which a normal Wizard's magic power imperceptibly tempered the body.
Darwin was a bit curious; just how strong must Gryffindor's physical fitness have been?
Darwin's suspicion that he was a melee Wizard grew increasingly deeper.
After all, following this training method, Darwin wasn't even sure just how high the physical strength would reach.
After taking a shower, Darwin went to class feeling refreshed.
Sure enough, exercising the body in the morning was indeed quite good.
The next day, Darwin woke up early as usual, preparing to go run laps around the Black Lake.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the dormitory, he saw Cassandra standing at the door waiting for him.
Cassandra was wearing a dark green sportswear outfit.
Darwin smiled and said, "Your clothes were delivered pretty quickly."
Cassandra said, "Mm, I was in a rush for them."
Darwin said, "Alright then, let's go, we're going for a run."
Cassandra nodded.
The morning Black Lake was actually still very comfortable.
The air by the water was naturally fresh, and coupled with this season not yet being completely cold, it also carried a trace of coolness.
It just neutralized the heat generated by exercise.
Cassandra's breathing grew heavier and heavier, but she still insisted on following behind Darwin.
Darwin said, "Cassandra, you don't have to follow me. Morning exercise is about working out according to your own body; no one prescribes a goal for you."
"Your purpose in morning exercise is to strengthen your physical fitness, nothing more."
Cassandra said, "I'm fine, Your Grace, I can still keep up."
Darwin felt somewhat helpless.
This girl was too strong-willed.
Darwin gradually slowed his pace: "You're not tired, but I am, let's walk slowly for a bit."
Cassandra nodded.
Darwin was purely talking nonsense.
Not to mention, he had focused on physical exercise since he was a child.
His thought back then was that if he encountered any danger, even if he couldn't beat them, he could at least run.
Later on, he developed some exercise habits.
Therefore, his stamina was already much stronger than his peers.
Now, with Gryffindor's spell, his physical fitness was even stronger.
He was simply taking care of Cassandra.
As he walked, Darwin said.
"During the morning run, if you're tired, stop and walk for a while. On one hand, you can rest, and on the other hand, it's to relieve fatigue in your joints."
"Although as Wizards, our bodies have been nourished by magic power since childhood."
"However, exercise will make our physical fitness even more exceptional."
"Cassandra, don't overly rely on the wand in your hand."
"Although we are Wizards, our physical fitness must also keep up."
"Perhaps one day, when you are fighting to your limits, your formidable physical fitness can help you once and save your life."
"Even if there is only a tiny, tiny possibility, your exercise today won't have been in vain."
Cassandra nodded, committing Darwin's words to heart.
Chapter 167: The New Trend in Slytherin!
Cassandra was like that; sometimes, even if she didn't understand Darwin's words,
she would still firmly remember them.
At this moment, even Darwin didn't know
that on some day in the future, Cassandra would actually use this to save her own life.
Resting for a moment,
Darwin said, "Alright, let's run one more lap, and then it'll be time to head back. The time is almost right; people are already heading to the Great Hall to eat. After we finish running and take a shower, the time will be just about right!"
Cassandra looked in the direction of the castle.
Sure enough, some students were already walking along the corridor towards the Great Hall.
Cassandra nodded.
The two of them continued running.
In the corridor, Crabbe and Goyle walked towards the Great Hall while yawning.
Crabbe said, "Goyle, do you still remember what Young Master Malfoy said he wanted to eat last night?"
Goyle scratched his head, "It seemed to be strawberry-flavored jam, bread, and milk."
Crabbe said, "Why do I remember it being blueberry-flavored jam?"
Goyle said, "Impossible, it must be strawberry-flavored."
Just as the two of them were arguing over whether to bring strawberry-flavored jam or blueberry-flavored jam for Malfoy, without ever thinking that they could just bring both kinds of jam,
Crabbe saw Darwin and Cassandra running around the Black Lake.
"Goyle, look, are those Miss Vole and His Excellency the Chief?"
Goyle turned his head to look.
"It really is. What are they doing? Did they drop something?"
Crabbe said, "I don't know, but Young Master Malfoy said
that if His Excellency did anything novel, we must definitely tell him."
Goyle nodded, "Alright, once we pick up breakfast, we'll tell them when we get back."
...
In the dormitory of Harry Potter and the others,
Harry Potter and Malfoy were sitting by the table eating the breakfast that Crabbe and Goyle had brought back.
In fact, at the very beginning, our Mr. Potter was not used to having someone bring him breakfast.
However, as the weather grew colder and colder, he truly found it a bit difficult to give up the warmth inside his quilt.
As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
Ever since living the life where breakfast was ready as soon as he opened his eyes and finished washing up,
our Mr. Potter had also begun to change his mindset.
Depravity sometimes only takes a single instant.
Malfoy listened to the report from Crabbe and Goyle.
"Running? Looking for things?"
Crabbe nodded, "Yeah, His Excellency the Chief and Miss Vole are indeed going in circles around the Black Lake, wearing casual clothes."
Malfoy looked at Harry: "Harry, what do you think?"
Harry Potter said, "They must be doing morning exercises. Judging by their description, it doesn't look like they're looking for something; it looks much more like morning exercises."
Malfoy said, "Why would they do morning exercises out of nowhere?"
Harry Potter said, "There's a saying in the Muggle worldthat the morning air is fresh, and morning exercises can boost immunity and enhance physical fitness."
Malfoy said, "We are Wizards, what physical fitness is there to enhance? As for immunity, we don't get sick anyway."
Harry Potter said, "I don't know about that. Besides, Draco, it's not that we don't get sick; it's just that our chances of getting sick are smaller.
Professor McGonagall said that's because our bodies as Wizards are nourished by magic, which achieves this effect.
However, if we aren't careful, we will still get sick."
Draco said, "Alright, Harry, you don't need to lecture me. What I mean is, what should we do?"
Harry Potter was slightly stunned: "We?"
Draco nodded, "Yeah, a couple of days ago, my dad wrote to me, telling me to learn more from His Excellency the Chief.
His Excellency the Chief never does anything useless."
Harry Potter shoved bread into his mouth.
"You mean, we should go run too?"
Draco said, "But I'm afraid I won't be able to get up."
Harry Potter said helplessly, "If you want to run, you have to get up early. Actually, I think we can go run along with them.
Exercising has no disadvantages, doesn't it?"
Draco nodded, "Alright, then I'll have my dad send over two sets of sportswear, and we'll go run tomorrow too."
Harry Potter nodded, "Alright, I'll give you money then."
Draco nodded, "We'll talk about it then."
...
The next day, when Darwin and Cassandra came to the side of the Black Lake,
they found that there were a few more people by the Black Lake.
Draco and Harry Potter were impressively among them.
Besides them, there were also Crabbe and Goyle.
Gemma Farley had also come, and most importantly, there were also several descendants of pure-blood families.
Like Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Theodore Nott...
Darwin was a bit puzzled.
"What are you all doing?"
Draco and the others were all wearing the sportswear that had just been sent yesterday.
Seeing Darwin coming over,
Draco trotted over: "Your Excellency, are you doing morning exercises? Can we follow along with you?"
Gemma Farley stood to the side, watching this group of pure-blood family descendants with amused eyes.
She knew very well that before Darwin came,
this group of pure-blood descendants could barely open their eyes, looking all hazy and sleepy.
They were completely lacking in energy.
Darwin said, "Come along then. Exercising a bit won't do you any harm."
Darwin didn't expect that the joining of Draco and the others was only the beginning.
As the saying goes, people are simply followers of the crowd.
For students, this was even more so.
In fact, the most crucial point was that Darwin perhaps underestimated his own influence.
He was the Slytherin Chief.
Every word and action of his would now cause all the little Slytherin snakes to follow suit.
Therefore, from Cassandra joining on the first day, to Dracoand the others joining on the second day,
and then to even more students joining on the third day,
after just a week's time,
Darwin looked at all the Slytherin students lined up neatly by the Black Lake, feeling completely numb.
Getting up at six o'clock to run, these people actually managed to drag themselves up.
In fact, many people here didn't know why they needed to run.
But they knew that if Darwin did it, then following suit definitely wouldn't be wrong.
Therefore, more and more people joined in.
And the big commotion from Slytherin
also caught the attention of the other houses.
In the Great Hall,
at the Ravenclaw long table, Ravenclaw Female Prefect Penelope listened to the discussions of the people nearby.
"You're saying that the entire Slytherin house went running by the Black Lake?"
That Ravenclaw student nodded.
Penelope frowned slightly.
Looking at Hermione beside her,
ever since Hermione entered Ravenclaw, Penelope had always been guiding her.
Penelope thought very highly of Hermione.
Everyone could also see that Penelope was grooming Hermione.
Perhaps Hermione was the candidate for the next-next prefect.
What, you ask why not the next one?
Because Hermione was only in her first year now.
Chapter 168 Three Houses Morning Exercises, Unicorn
Penelope said, "Hermione, what do you think?"
Hermione Granger thought for a moment.
"Rosier never does useless things."
"He is the Slytherin leader, the first leader in Hogwarts for so many years."
"He leads the Slytherin students in running; it looks just like students doing morning exercises in the Muggle world."
"Exercising the body, I think he is enhancing the physical fitness of the Slytherin students."
Penelope nodded, "Mm, your view is the same as mine."
Hermione Granger said, "Then should we run too? Although we don't know why they suddenly thought of running exercises, anyway, getting stronger physical fitness is also beneficial for ourselves."
Penelope said, "Then let's run. Anyway, it's for our own bodies, running a bit isn't a loss."
"Go notify the other little eagles, have them prepare sportswear, or casual clothes convenient for movement, and starting tomorrow, we'll also go for morning exercises."
The Ravenclaw student who came to report the news nodded.
On the other side, over at Hufflepuff.
The Hufflepuff prefect, a refined and courteous student wearing glasses, looked very introverted.
But only those who knew him knew that this Hufflepuffprefect had terrifying strength.
Looking shy, in reality, he was an absolute powerhouse.
He received the news in the library.
The one who came to tell him the news was precisely Cedric Diggory.
In the original work, that pitiful yet charming CedricDiggory.
Cedric Diggory said, "Prefect, what should we do?"
The Hufflepuff prefect was flipping through a newly found book about culinary magic in his hands.
Swallowing his saliva from time to time.
Hearing Cedric Diggory's words,
he said, "Exercising the body is a good thing. Regardless of what purpose they have, we don't need to shell out Galleons, nor do we need to take risks."
"It's just exercise, Cedric, you go handle it."
"Find those students who want to exercise and go over together, but don't force it."
Cedric Diggory nodded, "Alright, I know."
As for Gryffindor over there,
Percy Weasley had also received the news.
However, he didn't take it seriously at all.
Just running, why pay attention to them?
He was currently busy with the campaign for Head Boy.
According to his original plan, he was going to run for Head Boy in his sixth year.
But he was a bit anxious now.
The reason for his anxiety was very simple.
Darwin Rosier had become the Slytherin leader.
And he also wanted to be a leader.
It's just that he had sat on the Gryffindor leader's throne.
However, there was no response at all.
He felt that it must be caused by his status not being high enough.
Therefore, he had to do everything possible to elevate his status and then become the leader.
He had no idea that Gryffindor actually already had a leader.
That leader was none other than Darwin Rosier.
Moreover, the threshold set by Gryffindor had never had the slightest bit to do with any status or anything like that.
There was only one reason why the throne didn't respond: Percy Weasley was too weak.
He simply couldn't reach the minimum requirement left by Gryffindor.
Therefore, no matter how many things he did, it was all in vain.
...
Four houses, students from three houses had started morning jogs.
This kind of thing simply couldn't be kept from the Professors.
Early in the morning, Darwin Rosier helplessly looked at the students behind him running in house units.
He was quite helpless; he couldn't drive all these people away, could he?
Exercise away, exercising a bit also had benefits.
Maybe it would come in handy sometime, right?
In Hogwarts Castle,
Professor McGonagall and the others were all standing by the window.
Watching the students doing morning exercises by the Black Lake.
The group of Professors were dumbfounded.
However, the students were willing to exercise, and they couldn't stop them either.
Most importantly, the students' morning exercises were beneficial to their bodies.
Professor McGonagall cast her gaze on Darwin Rosier at the very front.
All of this was brought about by Darwin Rosier.
Waking up early in the morning, these students naturally went to sleep early at night.
Therefore, when they patrolled at night now, they rarely could catch students nightwalking.
Of course, Gryffindor was still the same.
Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall's brows couldn't help but furrow.
What on earth was Percy Weasley doing? Everyone else was exercising.
How come Percy Weasley didn't know to lead the Gryffindor students in exercising?
Professor McGonagall was already considering whether Percy Weasley's choice as a prefect was right after all.
Time flashed by, and another week passed.
In the Forbidden Forest,
Darwin Rosier leaned against a tree trunk.
Beside him, that adult Unicorn stood nearby.
Darwin Rosier said, "When did your kin discover that person?"
The Unicorn neighed softly.
"Three days ago?"
Darwin Rosier appeared here precisely because of this Unicorn's cry for help.
Its kin had discovered a dark shadow in the Forbidden Forest.
That is, Quirrell.
Quirrell was scouting out the area, looking for stray, young Unicorns.
This mature Unicorn firmly remembered Darwin Rosier's words.
After discovering it, it originally wanted to solve it by itself.
But in the end, it still went to find Darwin Rosier.
Darwin Rosier was very powerful, and moreover, he was a pure person.
Therefore, facing this kind of thing, the first thing it thought of was to ask Darwin Rosier for help.
It didn't want to take risks; that night, that gloomy and cold aura, it still remembered.
That kind of chill made it feel impossible to contend against.
Therefore, just to be safe, it felt that coming to find DarwinRosier was best.
Darwin Rosier was also very happy to help it with this favor.
What, you say plot?
That thing, isn't it meant to be disrupted?
According to the timeline, around Christmas, Quirrellwould start making his move.
And then the big plot would begin.
Darwin Rosier actually very much wanted to know, if there was no Unicorn blood,
what Voldemort would do.
According to the information Darwin Rosier currently knew,
Voldemort's condition was indeed as bad as it could possibly get.
In his remnant soul state, he could barely even maintain it.
If this remnant soul dissipated, he could only pin his hopes on his Horcruxes.
Saying it like this might be a bit unclear.
Actually, to put it simply,
you can view the complete state as a main body.
On top of this main body, the Horcruxes split off from it are split bodies.
Split bodies are used for emergencies; when the main body completely dissipates,
the split body will be activated.
And right now, the thing parasitic inside Quirrell's body
is actually not a Horcrux, but rather Voldemort's main body.
It's just that this main body has been weakened to the extreme.
He needs Unicorn blood to replenish energy for his main body.
However, the energy of the main body is not so easy to replenish.
He cannot restore himself to perfection, and can only increase a bit of power.
These powers can be used to maintain the vitality of his main body fragments.
And right now, what Darwin Rosier wants to do is to prevent this main body from replenishing its vitality, or even to make it completely dissipate.
Chapter 169: Giving Voldemort Some Deadly Trouble.
Is Voldemort terrifying?
The answer is yes.
According to the setup, Voldemort in his complete state is even stronger than Dumbledore.
Just how impressive is that?
Darwin does not know, but at least the current Darwinwouldn't dare say he can completely defeat Dumbledore.
After all, Dumbledore has too many tricks up his sleeve.
Who knows if he has any methods that cannot be guarded against.
Therefore, Darwin never underestimates top-tier Wizards like this.
And Voldemort, as the biggest villain.
Darwin actually always had some thoughts of keeping his distance from him.
However, sometimes, he has to run into him.
Regardless of anything, he is wary of him.
And Darwin's goal is the entire Wizarding World.
In the future, he might end up facing Voldemort.
Although according to the original work, Voldemort never had the chance to recover his complete form during the final battle.
But what if?
What if he suddenly recovers his prime state for some reason?
Wouldn't he then have to face Voldemort in his prime state?
For him, that is definitely not good news.
Therefore, Darwin doesn't mind causing some trouble for Voldemort.
For instance, obliterating his main body.
If Voldemort's main body can be obliterated.
No matter what, Voldemort in the Horcrux is just a fragment.
Darwin doesn't believe that a fragment wouldn't have its combat power weakened at all.
Never mind whether Darwin's thoughts can be used in the future; anyway, it's better to be prepared.
That's why Darwin appeared here today.
Darwin and that adult Unicorn are hiding in the shadows.
Not far from them, there is a female Unicorn drinking water by the water source.
The occasionally scattered moonlight makes this Unicorngleam with lunar radiance from time to time.
To be honest, it is very beautiful!
The Unicorn is truly a darling of nature.
Both its posture and special effects are truly too beautiful.
Just at this moment.
In the darkness, a green light shot straight towards that Unicorn.
That Unicorn reacted extremely quickly.
Its body quickly turned, dodging the green light.
The green light directly crashed into the ground.
Subsequently, a black shadow rushed out from the woods, galloping towards that female Unicorn.
Quirrell has arrived!
Darwin looked at the adult Unicorn beside him.
"Go help, and I will strike from the shadows."
That adult Unicorn nodded.
Then, it neighed.
And then rushed directly towards Quirrell.
Quirrell was startled.
He had no idea that there was actually an adult male Unicorn hidden in the shadows.
He had staked it out for several days, determined the routine of this female Unicorn, and then made his move against it by the water source today.
But little did he know, this was all a trap arranged for him by Darwin.
Just waiting for him to drill into it.
Quirrell cursed under his breath, damn it.
Subconsciously, he wanted to escape.
However, today, Darwin had no intention of letting him escape so easily.
If Quirrell were allowed to escape unscathed today.
Quirrell would come again later.
Wouldn't his efforts be in vain?
Therefore, Quirrell has to pay a price today.
At the very least, for a short period of time, he cannot cause trouble for Darwin.
Thinking of this.
Darwin flicked his fingers lightly.
The next moment, vines appeared on the ground.
Twining towards Quirrell.
Quirrell's expression changed drastically in alarm.
Impedimenta?
There is a Wizard in the shadows!
Quirrell's hairs stood on end in that instant.
Someone being there terrified him even more than a male Unicorn camping him out.
He knew very well what would happen if he were discovered today.
What he would face.
Thinking of this, Quirrell wanted to leave quickly.
In his mind, there was only one thought: leave quickly!
However, being blocked by Impedimenta like that.
That male Unicorn was not someone to be trifled with either.
It was already very angry; this female Unicorn was its beloved consort after all.
As a result, someone targeted it.
If its beloved consort died, how heartbroken it would be.
Therefore, before Darwin made his move, electric light was already flowing over its horn.
It was already gathering its strength.
Seeing a bolt of lightning shoot out from the Unicorn's horn.
Blasting straight towards Quirrell's back.
Quirrell couldn't dodge it at all.
He was hit square in the back by the electric light.
Quirrell let out a cry of pain.
Daring not to waste time, he continued to run forward.
However, at this moment, vines appeared again.
Quirrell was almost going crazy.
This Wizard hiding in the shadows is truly a bastard.
Without showing his face, he just restricted him with Impedimenta.
And let the Unicorn do the attacking.
Up until now, he couldn't even figure out where the opponent was, or whether it was male or female.
The male Unicorn's hooves raised high.
Stomping directly down towards Quirrell.
Quirrell's expression changed drastically.
His body subconsciously dodged.
But he was still grazed by the Unicorn's hoof carrying terrifying force.
Just like that, Quirrell tumbled around like a rolling gourd.
He was kicked far away, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
But he had no time to think more.
His figure directly turned into black mist and fled far away.
Seeing Quirrell leave, Darwin walked out from the shadows.
He gave an exasperated look at the two Unicorns rubbing heads and acting affectionate over there.
"Alright, go back and be affectionate slowly. I am going back to Hogwarts, and the matter here is almost resolved."
"He is injured and won't be able to come over for a short time, but for now, he cannot die yet."
"Therefore, I cannot help you kill him, but injured as he is, he definitely won't dare to come and find trouble with you for a short time."
"These past few months, you should be a bit more careful and mindful."
"Before this school year ends, this matter will be resolved, and you will be safe by then."
That female Unicorn looked at Darwin with some wariness, its body subconsciously retreating.
Instead, that male Unicorn came to Darwin's side, lowering its head and rubbing against Darwin.
Considered an expression of gratitude.
Seeing the male Unicorn act like this.
That female Unicorn also grew a bit bolder, strolled over, and looked at Darwin curiously.
Darwin smiled: "Alright, if you don't want to get close, don't force yourself. I respect the habits of you Unicorns."
"As the saying goes, if you have a problem, just come find me. For creatures that look good, I am always very willing to lend a helping hand."
That male Unicorn neighed.
Darwin patted its head, and then his figure flashed, turning into a gray satin ribbon and floating towards Hogwarts Castle.
On the other side, after Quirrell returned to his office.
His entire body was filled with immense pain.
He was severely injured, even after drinking a Potion.
But still, for a short time, he could forget about doing anything.
Voldemort is still sleeping.
Quirrell was somewhat numb; now, what should he do?
Now he couldn't touch the Unicorn anymore; when Voldemort woke up, would he be let off easy?
Chapter 170: An Opportunity? The Plot That Was Still Bound to Happen!
Thinking for a long time, Quirrell was filled with panic and fear.
Just at that moment, he suddenly thought of something.
He had it, he had it—Harry Potter.
Right, Harry Potter. As long as he could kill Harry Potter, then Voldemort would surely praise him instead of punishing him again.
He would be able to escape disaster, and even if Voldemort woke up, he wouldn't be in trouble.
The more Quirrell thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.
However, how should he kill Harry Potter?
Quirrell needed to think carefully, but there simply wasn't any opportunity.
However, he never expected that an opportunity—this sort of thing that was truly hard to explain—would actually deliver itself right to his doorstep.
The matter started with a Quidditch match over the weekend.
That was a match where Slytherin played against Ravenclaw.
However, a problem arose before the match.
Slytherin's Seeker, Terence Higgs, accidentally broke his leg the day before.
This resulted in the Slytherin team being one person short.
Slytherin's Quidditch team did not have any substitutes.
After all, in Marcus Flint's view, that thing truly wasn't needed.
Because it was only Slytherin forcing other House teams to use substitutes.
There was never a time when Slytherin needed to use a substitute.
Terence's leg could actually heal in two days.
But this match simply didn't give him that time.
Inside the team locker room.
Marcus Flint's expression was ugly: "Damn it, that damned Terence, is he a pig?"
"Why did he have to get hurt yesterday? Why of all days did it have to be yesterday?"
Beside them, another Slytherin Quidditch player said: "Marcus Flint, we're missing a person now. Madam Hoochjust said we need to decide as soon as possible whether to forfeit this match."
"Our numbers aren't enough, and according to the rules, we'll be directly judged as having lost."
Marcus Flint said: "Forfeit? How could we forfeit?"
"Every victory's points are very important to us; that's going to decide the ownership of the House Cup."
"The Chief said the House Cup must stay in Slytherin."
"Everyone must use their own methods to earn points."
"Our Quidditch team might not earn points in class, but we absolutely cannot lose the match."
"Have you all forgotten?"
"But our numbers aren't enough, we don't have a substitute."
Marcus Flint frowned.
Right at that moment, he saw Harry Potter cleaning up nearby.
"Perhaps we do have a substitute."
Everyone followed Marcus Flint's gaze and looked at Harry Potter.
Harry Potter, who was sweeping the floor, froze for a moment, then looked up to meet everyone's gaze.
Marcus Flint said: "Harry, you're playing."
Harry Potter was startled: "No, no, no, I can't do it, I've never played, I can't do it!"
Marcus Flint said: "Tell me, Harry, do you know the rules of Quidditch?"
Harry Potter said: "Of course I do."
Kidding aside, Harry Potter was also a Quidditchenthusiast.
He didn't even know why, but he simply had a deep fondness for Quidditch.
Especially the position of the Seeker.
He had fantasized more than once about being able to appear in that position.
He and Malfoy had already agreed that next year the two of them would together participate in the Quidditchtryouts.
By then he would go be a Seeker, and Malfoy would go be a Beater.
But fantasy and reality were two different things.
Thinking about it was fine, but to actually let him play—he wouldn't dare.
Marcus Flint said: "Knowing the rules is enough."
"Harry, trust us, actually today's match doesn't require you to perform; you just need to ride your broom and stay in the air, then leave the rest to us. We can win without the Golden Snitch."
Hearing Marcus Flint say this,
Harry Potter hesitated for a moment, then nodded forcefully: "Alright, I'll play!"
Marcus Flint looked at the player beside him: "Go report it to Madam Hooch, we're using a substitute, and the substitute is the Seeker, Harry Potter!"
When the identity of the substitute player was shouted out by Lee Jordan, everyone was stunned.
Harry Potter?
A first-year student?
Hogwarts had never had a precedent of a first-year student joining a Quidditch team.
Harry Potter was the first.
Of course, actually everyone could tell.
Harry Potter was being forced onto the field; to put it bluntly, he was just dragged up to make up the numbers.
Without him, the match couldn't start.
However, what happened during the match exceeded everyone's expectations.
Originally, Slytherin should have been in a guaranteed winning situation.
After all, Ravenclaw's strength truly couldn't compare to Slytherin's.
However, a rainstorm disrupted Slytherin's rhythm.
Slytherin's Quidditch style was inherently one with very strong offense.
And under the pouring rain, one of their hits resulted in a mistake.
The ball smashed into one of their own players.
With this, Slytherin fell into a hard battle.
Ravenclaw's students were meticulous; although their offensive desire wasn't strong, their defense was truly powerful.
Ravenclaw's defense was airtight, and Slytherin simply couldn't break through.
And the score at this time was 20 to 30.
Twenty was Slytherin.
If they couldn't score goals and let Ravenclaw drag it out until the end of the match, Slytherin would lose.
No one had expected it to be this kind of result.
Even Ravenclaw had never thought of it.
But the hope of victory was placed right before their eyes.
Therefore, Ravenclaw's students became even more fighting-spirited.
Their defense became even more terrifying.
Slytherin truly had zero chances left.
Marcus Flint was even starting to feel a bit despairing.
Truly, they were going to lose!
However, as the saying goes, you can always trust the value of the protagonist, and you can always trust the Savior's unpredictability.
Beneath the pouring rain, the Golden Snitch, being chased around, seemed as though it had lost its way.
It flew right in front of Harry Potter, who had been spectating the entire time.
Harry Potter instinctively raised his hand, then lost his center of gravity and fell off his broom.
He tumbled right into the mud on the ground.
To be honest, it was very pathetic.
But what was most unacceptable was when he spat out the muddy water in his mouth,
and then opened his hand.
The Golden Snitch appeared right in the palm of his hand.
That's right, he caught the Golden Snitch.
The atmosphere at the scene back then could not be described.
It was too dramatic and far too bizarre.
But regardless, Slytherin won the match in an extremely dramatic fashion.
Later on, Marcus Flint learned a lesson from this experience.
Plus, Terence Higgs planned to go participate in the trial runs for the British Quidditch National Team next year.
By then, he wouldn't be able to look after school matches.
Therefore, Marcus Flint planned to let Harry Potter try whether he could become a Seeker.
Terence taught him, and once he taught him, it was extraordinary.
Marcus Flint felt that he had truly discovered a genius.
A genius in terms of Quidditch.
A true genius; Harry Potter was simply too talented when it came to seeking.
Chapter 171: Harry Potter's Debut, Streamer 01!
His flying speed was fast enough; although his techniques were clumsy, he had an extraordinary mastery over the broom.
Besides, despite Harry Potter being a four-eyes,
he could always lock onto the trace of the Golden Snitch in the air at the very first moment.
According to Terence, Harry Potter might be a true genius.
However, whether he was a mule or a horse, he still needed to be led out for a test.
Weekend, Great Hall.
Harry Potter sat a bit apprehensively beside the long table.
The bread in front of him hadn't been touched at all.
Malfoy at the side said, "What is it? Harry, are you very nervous?"
Harry Potter nodded: "Mm, very nervous. I'm not sure whether I'm really ready."
"But Captain Marcus asked me to participate in the match today, and it's even a match against Gryffindor."
"I'm really scared I'll mess it up."
Draco laughed: "Harry, to be honest, I quite envy you, you know?"
"There has never been a precedent of a first-year student joining a Quidditch team."
"Really, never ever."
"For your sake, even the students of Gryffindor ran over to protest to Professor McGonagall."
"But do you know?"
"Professor Snape and His Grace Rosier personally stepped forward."
"His Grace Rosier only asked one sentence: Is there any rule in the school regulations that prohibits first-year students from joining the Quidditch team?"
"Harry, do you know what this means?"
"His Grace Rosier personally backed you up."
Harry Potter nodded; of course he knew.
This matter had caused quite a commotion back then.
Those sore-losing lions of Gryffindor had run to protest.
And it alerted the true king of their Slytherin.
He still remembered that day when Rosier leisurely walked up to the high platform.
He only asked a single sentence.
Then the entire audience fell silent.
He would never forget the words His Grace said when leaving:
"Victory or defeat has always been upon the flying broomstick, not on these petty tricks."
"If they can't even win against a first-year student, they might as well disband right here and now."
No one in the entire Gryffindor dared to speak.
Harry Potter said: "Precisely because of this, I feel the pressure is huge."
Draco laughed: "Harry, I can't help you, and I'm a bit jealous of you."
"However, I know this is what you deserve."
"Trust me, Harry, you have talent, you have true talent. Want to know how I know?"
Harry Potter shook his head.
Draco laughed: "Follow me."
The two walked out of the Great Hall.
Trophy Room.
Draco stopped in front of a glass display case.
"Look at this, Harry."
Harry Potter looked into the display case.
That was a Seeker's honorary medal.
And the owner of the medal was named James Potter!
Draco said: "Understand now? Harry, you have talent—an innate talent, a talent given to you by your father."
"Don't worry, Harry, I believe you can do it. Your debut, your true debut—"
"Let everyone know that age is not the main point. Just as His Grace said, victory and defeat lie solely upon the flying broomstick!"
Hearing this, Harry Potter nodded vigorously.
Looking at that medal, the hesitation in his heart had already dissipated.
Draco laughed: "Alright, since you're no longer worried, then we should go get your gift."
Harry Potter was stunned: "A gift?"
Draco said: "Of course, a gift. I bought this for you using my own small treasury."
"Consider it your Christmas gift. Come Christmas, don't ask me for gifts anymore; I won't have any money left to buy you gifts."
Harry Potter smiled: "Alright, I'm quite looking forward to it."
The two returned to the dormitory.
Draco carefully pulled out a tightly wrapped parcel from under his bed.
From the outside, one could tell that this was a flying broomstick.
Harry Potter was stunned: "This is?"
Draco said: "Open it and see. The new product from the Rozier Group, Streamer 01, powered by new energy. Its speed surpasses all flying broomsticks currently on the market."
"Moreover, it incorporates technology from the Muggle world, making it much easier to maintain balance than ordinary flying broomsticks."
"And there are many protective spells built inside, which will protect you even if you hit the ground."
Harry Potter was shocked: "Streamer 01? I heard this flying broomstick hasn't been officially released yet."
Draco nodded: "Yeah, not yet, but you forgot, Lord Rosier is the head of our Slytherin."
"I found him and bought one in advance."
"There are other surprises too, take a look first!"
Harry Potter unpacked the parcel.
Inside, a flying broomstick with a particularly unique shape appeared.
The broom was overall brownish, with golden patterns on it.
And at the handle position of the broom, the name Streamer 01 was engraved.
At the other end, there was also a serial number.
001.
Harry Potter's eyes widened.
"This is?"
Draco said: "Its serial number is 001, the very first one of the Streamer 01 series."
"His Grace said that the value of this broom will increase as the size of the Rozier Group grows."
Harry Potter was somewhat touched.
"Thank you, Draco."
Draco laughed: "What's there to thank? But Harry, use it slowly; this broom is really fast."
"My mother wouldn't let me buy it; she said she'll buy me one next year, but not this year."
"In fact, she didn't want me to buy it to give to you. Only when I said you were going to participate in the match did she agree."
"My mother wouldn't harm me; she's just worried that this thing is dangerous."
"Therefore, this gadget must be extremely fast, you must be extremely careful."
Harry Potter nodded: "I know, Draco."
Draco said: "Alright, it's almost time, Harry. It's time to take your new broom and conquer the Quidditch pitch."
"Today is destined to be the time when you amaze everyone with a single feat, and it's also destined to be the time when you shut everyone's mouths."
"Harry, I look forward to seeing the moment you catch the Golden Snitch. Trust me, you will be written into the school history of Hogwarts."
"Referred to as the youngest, most talented Seeker, Harry Potter!"
It has to be said that Draco wasn't incapable of comforting people.
It's just that when he comforted people, it depended on who it was.
Look, when facing Harry Potter,
our young master Malfoy had a very high emotional intelligence and was very understanding.
So sometimes, love and non-love are really obvious.
The match begins!
Darwin rarely came to the Quidditch pitch.
He wanted to see if Quirrell would make a move against Harry Potter just like in the original work.
In fact, Darwin had always felt that this plot section was unreasonable.
Quirrell gone mad? Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall—top Wizards like these—right in front of them, he was going to make a move against Harry Potter?
Even if others couldn't discover it, with Dumbledore's strength, as long as he made a move, Dumbledore could trace back to him through magic. How out of his mind must he be?
Chapter 172: Professor Quirrell, get ready to make your move!
Therefore, Darwin once felt that this plot was very unreasonable, exceptionally unreasonable.
So, he wanted to come and see.
He just wanted to see if this reckless Quirrell really dared to make a move.
At the commentator's desk, Lee Jordan spoke in an excited tone.
"Everyone, welcome to today's Quidditch match.
Today, besides being the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin,
there is also a blockbuster piece of news.
Our the Savior, Harry Potter, will take to the field as a Slytherin Chaser,
and usher in his debut."
As soon as these words were spoken, the stands immediately broke into whispered discussions.
The title of the Savior is indeed huge.
However, in Quidditch, strength ultimately speaks the loudest.
Lee Jordan was very satisfied with the atmosphere he had stirred up.
He continued, "As everyone knows, Hogwarts has never had a precedent of a first-year student joining a Quidditchteam.
Harry Potter, the Savior, he is the first.
So, let us look forward to his performance today—whether his strength is truly extraordinary and his talent is innate,
or perhaps there is some dark inner dealing just to court publicity?
Let us wait and see. Now, let us welcome the players from both teams onto the field."
In the players' tunnel,
Marcus had an ugly expression.
"Damn Lee Jordan, he should have been replaced long ago. His commentary is always biased.
Damn Gryffindor."
Beside him, Harry Potter gripped his flying broomstick, looking somewhat nervous.
Marcus looked at Harry Potter.
"Harry, perk up, don't be nervous. You have extraordinary talent, you will be fine. It's time for us to take the field. Bring your Streamer, and let everyone see your skills and your capability."
Hearing this, Harry Potter's gaze became resolute.
He nodded firmly.
The next moment, the players' tunnel opened.
Players from both sides flew straight out from the players' tunnel.
Harry Potter took the lead, a golden stream of light tearing across the sky.
After steadying himself, Harry Potter was a bit dazed.
It was too fast; this broomstick was truly too fast.
He hadn't even exerted much effort, and this broomstick was already flying this fast.
This gave him a bit more confidence for today's match.
Meanwhile, the spectators in the stands were all stunned at this moment.
"What broomstick is that? I've never seen it!"
"That shape, those streamlines, so beautiful! Most importantly, when it tears across the sky, there is even a golden glow. It's really so cool."
"Why does that style look so much like the concept art of the Streamer series released by the Rozier Group?"
"Streamer? Hasn't it not gone on sale yet?"
"Have you all forgotten that Darwin Rosier is the Slytherinchief? He is Slytherin's only chief in so many years."
"I'm feeling a bit envious."
In the spectator stands, a middle-aged man looked at the flying broomstick beneath Harry Potter's hips.
His eyes were shining.
He was a scout.
A Quidditch scout.
In fact, these scouts were often active on the Quidditchmatch grounds of schools,
to screen for promising young talents,
and then poach them for professional teams where they could obtain a handsome amount of Galleon as reward.
His trip here was actually for Wood.
He had long heard that the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, Wood, loved Quidditch and had decent skills,
with extremely strong defensive capabilities, and coincidentally a team currently needed a Keeper.
He just wanted to see if this Wood could meet the requirements.
As a result, unexpectedly, he made an accidental gain.
This broomstick...
With his discernment, he could naturally tell.
This broomstick would completely change the landscape of the Quidditch arena.
The most important thing in a Quidditch match was the flying broomstick.
A fast enough flying broomstick could change the situation of a match,
especially for a Chaser.
Many Quidditch teams had actually already noticed the Streamer series launched by the Rozier Group.
However, no one had seen the actual product, nor did they know whether the data regarding the Streamer series was nonsense.
And now, he saw the real thing.
He could see the potential of this broomstick.
The speed was absolute top-tier.
Moreover, he could see clearly that Harry Potter's mastery over the broomstick was not yet proficient,
yet he was able to perform mid-air emergency stops.
You must know that a mid-air emergency stop was a rare technique even in Quidditch world tournaments.
And now, this green newcomer the Savior could actually achieve this purely relying on a broomstick.
He knew too well what this meant.
This broomstick could change the landscape of the entire Quidditch arena.
He still needed to continue collecting more information.
He had already forgotten the main purpose of his trip.
What he needed to grasp tightly now was collecting all the data of this broomstick.
Lee Jordan also saw Harry Potter's broomstick.
"Goodness, is that Streamer? Is it the Streamer that the Rozier Group has not yet officially released?
That streamline, those special effects, that speed—truly breathtaking.
However, on the Quidditch pitch, strength ultimately speaks the loudest.
I hope our the Savior won't drag down the power of this broomstick."
As soon as these words came out, even Harry Potterglared fiercely at Lee Jordan.
This fellow's words were too infuriating.
In the spectator stands,
Draco was filled with even more anger.
"This damned Lee Jordan, I'm going to write to my father, I'm going to make his old man who works in the Ministry of Magic lose his job."
Draco was furious.
Pansy and the others beside him also nodded.
"It really is a bit much. This Lee Jordan is truly annoying when he speaks.
I think we should have Madam Hooch replace this commentator."
Darwin leaned back in his chair.
"This Lee Jordan really talks out of line. Cassandra, once the match is over, go handle it and make him be fairer in his future commentaries—stop always bringing personal emotions into it."
Darwin was just saying it casually; for Darwin, this matter wasn't even a big deal,
it could even be said to be a trivial matter.
However, Darwin let his guard down.
He forgot one most important thing:
he had asked Cassandra to do this thing.
At the commentator's desk,
Lee Jordan inexplicably felt a chill down his back.
But he quickly shook his head.
During such passionate commentary time, how could he have the time to care about this?
Madam Hooch took the stage, and as the whistle blew, the match officially began.
A fierce battle was about to begin.
Harry Potter sat on the broomstick, observing the battle situation while searching for the Golden Snitch that had just taken flight.
In the spectator stands, Quirrell stared fixedly at Harry Potter.
He was actually hesitating whether to make a move.
If he made a move, the risk really was a bit high.
However, very soon, his hesitation was suppressed by the fear in his heart.
If he didn't kill Harry Potter, when Voldemort woke up later,
he would endure unimaginable torture.
Therefore, to avoid punishment, the only way was to kill Harry Potter; this was the only path.
Thinking of this, Quirrell's gaze gradually became resolute, and filled with murderous intent.
Chapter 173: A Self-Defending Broom?
Darwin caught the flash of murderous intent in Quirrell's eyes.
He understood immediately; good grief, this Quirrell was really planning to make a move.
However, this fellow probably hadn't read the detailed introduction of the Meteor series.
Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't have chosen to make a move.
Quirrell was patiently waiting for the right moment; he needed to find an opportunity, an opportunity enough to kill Harry Potter with a single strike.
Right at that moment, Lee Jordan let out a gasp of surprise.
"He's moving, Harry Potter is moving! Why is he moving so fast? Has he found the Golden Snitch?"
Everyone hurriedly looked in the direction Harry Potter was rushing towards.
Sure enough, they saw a streak of golden light flash across the air.
The speed was extremely fast.
"That's right, it's the Golden Snitch, but so what if he found the Golden Snitch?
Obviously, Harry Potter lacks experience.
As everyone knows, the Golden Snitch's stamina will gradually decrease over flight time.
The Golden Snitch at this moment has just taken off into the air, and its stamina is at its absolute peak.
Its speed is also at its fastest, so any experienced Seeker would not choose to make a move at this time.
Because the Golden Snitch at this moment is the hardest to catch.
Every Seeker would wait until the Golden Snitch's stamina is mostly depleted before making a move; at that time, they can succeed in a single strike.
But obviously, our Savior Mr. Harry Potter has no experience. He chose to make a move at this time—without a doubt, it will all be in vain."
Lee Jordan's words were filled with pessimism.
Gryffindor's Seeker didn't even move at all.
Everyone knew this kind of common sense, and as a Seeker, he should know it even better.
No one could catch the Golden Snitch when its stamina was at its fullest.
On one hand, the speed was not enough; on the other hand, the Golden Snitch at this moment was too fast, making it truly too difficult to catch.
But was that really the case?
Harry Potter was truly gifted when it came to seeking.
After he briefly adapted to the Meteor.
He already had a grasp of the Meteor's speed.
The Meteor truly lived up to being a new product.
The speed that had shocked everyone when it first appeared hadn't even unleashed half of the Meteor's performance.
What kind of concept was that?
The Golden Snitch was indeed fast, but what if the Meteor's speed was even faster than the Golden Snitch's?
Harry Potter looked at the golden streamline flashing across the air.
The corners of his mouth curled up.
The next moment, amidst everyone's incredulous gazes,
The Meteor suddenly erupted at full speed.
The Meteor was truly like a beam of light.
It was light, it was a shooting star, it was a line that seemed capable of tearing through space in an instant.
Fast, the ultimate speed; the naked eye could barely even keep up.
Lee Jordan stood up abruptly.
"How is that possible? How could this broom be so fast? But at such a fast speed, can the human body withstand it?
This isn't scientific! Why does Harry Potter look completely fine?"
Lee Jordan picked up the binoculars beside him and locked onto Harry Potter in the air.
"There seems to be a layer of golden barrier around his body. What is that?
Oh right, I remember now, there seemed to be a line in the Meteor's specifications.
The Meteor is too fast; to protect the Wizard, a special magic spell has been cast upon the Meteor.
It can be used to protect the Wizard from being harmed by the wind or anything else at high speeds. Is this it?"
In the air, Harry Potter also looked in astonishment at the golden-yellow barrier around his body that looked like an eggshell.
Harry Potter couldn't feel the wind.
Even when riding ordinary flying brooms normally, he would feel a stinging sensation when the wind blew across his face.
However, this golden barrier directly blocked the wind away.
Harry Potter's eyes lit up.
"Since that's the case, I can fully drive the Meteor."
That's right, even at such a fast speed, it still wasn't the Meteor's full strength.
Harry Potter also had to worry about whether he could withstand the tearing force of the wind.
And now, he didn't need to worry about this anymore.
He saw the Meteor suddenly accelerate again in the air, getting closer and closer to the Golden Snitch.
Lee Jordan shouted loudly: "His speed is too fast! Oh my god, is this the Meteor?
He really is like light; he actually has a chance to catch the Golden Snitch now.
Can he really do it?
If he can catch the Golden Snitch, then he will set a precedent.
The fastest-ending Quidditch match—even placed on the stage of the World Cup, it would be the fastest."
Quirrell in the spectator stands.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
An opportunity; he saw an opportunity.
Now was the best opportunity!
Quirrell's eyes locked firmly onto the broom underneath Harry Potter's bottom.
Then, he chanted softly under his breath.
However, the next moment, something unexpected happened to Quirrell.
The broom did not receive the slightest bit of influence.
Even, a red light lit up on the broom.
Piercing electronic prompt tones rang out one after another.
"Malicious curse attack detected, defending in progress, defense successful!"
In an instant, the entire Quidditch pitch fell silent.
After a brief moment of bewilderment, Harry Potter
didn't have time to care at all, because the Golden Snitchwas already right before his eyes.
However, at this time, no one cared whether Harry Pottercaught the Golden Snitch.
Nor did anyone pay attention to the match.
They all heard that electronic prompt tone.
A curse?
A curse attacking Harry Potter's broom?
Quirrell was also startled.
He hurriedly stopped.
No, what's going on? This broom can even defend against curses?
Darwin was amused.
Look, this was the price of not doing homework in advance.
Darwin was a very comprehensive person.
Therefore, when designing the Meteor, he thought of many problems.
For example, attacks from curses.
In fact, during Quidditch matches, team members' brooms being attacked by curses were not uncommon.
Later, because of this, the Department of Magical Games and Sports even arranged special Wizards to construct defenses during every match.
It wasn't like no one had thought before about whether they could add some functions to the broom.
But they couldn't do it.
The most famous one was the Comet Trading Company back then.
They made a conceptual broom that was very similar to the Meteor, incorporating defensive spells inside to defend against curses.
As well as protective spells for when the user fell off.
However, a new problem arose.
They did research it out, but this broom required consuming the Wizard's magic.
Wizards using magic brooms require a long-term output of magic.
Although very little, it is indeed a process of consuming magic.
Many teams in world competitions would eventually end up in this kind of war of attrition, consuming the strength of stamina and magic.
If they had to use magic to maintain the broom's defensive measures, it would truly be a huge burden for the players.
Chapter 174: The Fundamental Difference Between Darwin and Grindelwald!
However, Darwin did not have this trouble.
Because he had developed a new type of energy.
This thing was simply too useful.
Using it to power a broomstick was not a problem at all.
It could completely replace a Wizard and constantly maintain a passive input of magic.
Achieving the effect of protecting the Wizard.
One of the reasons the Wizarding World had been paying attention to the Streamer was precisely because of its speed.
An even greater reason was the functions of the Streamer.
The functions of the Streamer were far too comprehensive, which made everyone very skeptical about whether it could truly achieve all of that.
And today was such a wonderful advertising opportunity.
Darwin looked in the direction of Dumbledore.
Sure enough, he saw Dumbledore's gaze seemingly cast an unintentional glance toward Quirrell's direction.
The same went for Professor McGonagall and the others.
In Snape's eyes, there was even a hint of killing intent.
Darwin once again confirmed his guess in his heart.
Indeed, these people were all well aware of Quirrell's true situation.
They were simply using Voldemort as a trial for Harry Potter.
However, how on earth did Dumbledore manage to persuade Snape to agree to this plan of his?
Would Snape let Harry Potter take such a risk?
It was unreasonable, highly unreasonable.
Shaking his head, these matters no longer had anything to do with Darwin.
Harry Potter had caught the Golden Snitch as he wished.
However, at this moment, everyone had no time to discuss him.
Everyone's discussion was focused entirely on the Streamer.
The powerful performance of the Streamer was breathtaking; this kind of broomstick...
It was simply terrifying.
Its speed was extremely fast, and its defensive capabilities were exceptionally strong.
Placed on the Quidditch pitch, this was nothing short of a dimensional reduction strike.
Soon, today's events spread throughout the entire Wizarding World.
Front-page report in The Daily Prophet.
Hogwarts' youngest Seeker, Harry Potter.
Harry Potter's debut set the record for catching the Golden Snitch the fastest.
These two major pieces of news were already eye-catching enough.
However, what caught the eye even more was still the Streamer.
Because neither of these two pieces of information could bypass the Streamer.
The performance of the Streamer was terrifying, truly terrifying.
Terrifyingly breathtaking.
Just as Darwin had said.
What a wonderful advertisement.
The Streamer series had become a hit, becoming popular even before its official release.
It was immensely popular, to the point where everyone already knew about it.
Quidditch national teams all over the world were trying to reserve them, yet the Rozier Group did not accept reservations.
They would be officially released on Christmas.
One would need to queue up and fight for them!
For these national teams, this truly was not good news.
But they had no choice.
The Streamer was simply too powerful, especially with that kind of speed.
If they didn't have one, other teams wielding the Streamer would deal a dimensional reduction strike against them.
As for this matter, the ones affected the most should be the Nimbus Company and the Comet Company.
Both were currently the leaders in making flying broomsticks in the Wizarding World.
One could even say that these two were the only ones making flying broomsticks.
There had been other companies making flying broomsticks in the past.
But they were all jointly suppressed by these two and vanished into the long river of history.
However, now they didn't dare to suppress Rosier.
Because Rosier was not just a surname, nor was it merely a pure-blood family in Britain.
That was the Acolytes, the Lord of the Acolytes.
Just how strong was the power of the Acolytes.
Over this nearly one year of time.
The footprints of the Acolytes had already spread throughout Europe.
Compared to Grindelwald's era, the Acolytes nowadays did things with much more method and organization.
They wore suits, tied neckties, did business, and amassed wealth.
Looking at them, the Acolytes seemed to have transformed into a legal, formal organization.
However, only those in high enough positions knew.
The Acolytes had never been people with good tempers.
The reason they expanded so quickly was because of their methods.
It was just that the Acolytes no longer acted as unbridled as before.
The Acolytes nowadays were much more low-profile.
People could not find the slightest handle against them.
Even if people knew that the Acolytes' methods were ruthless and dishonorable.
But they had no evidence.
Aside from them, ordinary people in the Wizarding Worldwould only feel that the Acolytes had changed for the better.
The current Acolytes considered the wellbeing of all Wizards.
They were a savior, a redemption, and even more so, hope.
This was the current reputation of the Acolytes, and Darwin's reputation.
Even Grindelwald, living out his later years in peace at Nurmengard, would often sigh in emotion.
Darwin had walked a path that seemed close to his own, yet was entirely unique.
Back then, when Grindelwald brainwashed people, the method he used was also to drag all Wizards onto his own warship.
He used a grand righteousness to tell those Wizards that he, Grindelwald, and the Acolytes were the truly righteous ones.
However, Grindelwald had always overlooked a problem.
He had shaped a dangerous world for everyone.
A world where Muggles and Wizards were ultimately bound to go to war.
This indeed aroused the vigilance and worry of all Wizards.
And it indeed made many Wizards determined to follow him.
However, he had overlooked a key point.
For the vast majority of ordinary Wizards.
The war between the Wizarding World and the Muggle world was simply too far away from them.
After all, the saying "when the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up" was never an empty phrase.
Therefore, the quality of the people recruited by Grindelwald's Acolytes back then was very high.
Their strength was very strong, and only these people were the ones with a sense of grand righteousness in their hearts—the so-called 'tall ones'.
But Darwin was different.
Darwin also took the route of brainwashing.
But he valued ordinary Wizards more.
Or rather, he valued all Wizards.
These ordinary Wizards were not as intellectual or as politically aware as those top-tier Wizards.
There was only one thing they cared about.
Having enough to eat and living their own lives well.
And what Darwin wanted to do was very simple: give them enough to eat.
Therefore, the slogan Darwin had always promoted was: For all Wizards.
For everyone's common interests.
He didn't harp on any opposition between Muggles and Wizards.
He only proceeded from the fundamental interests of all Wizards.
And when everyone's interests were bound together.
Then all these powers would belong to the Acolytes, belonging to him, Darwin.
This was the path Darwin took.
Well, actually, Darwin was also plagiarizing.
Plagiarizing certain very famous ideologies from his past life.
But placed in the Wizarding World, it was truly exceptionally useful.
Much, much more useful than Darwin had imagined.
One could only say that learning more knowledge was indeed useful.
Wasn't it coming in handy now?
Therefore, study hard—what if you transmigrate one day?
The popularity of the Quidditch match and the Streamer series remained consistently high.
This popularity continued all the way until Christmas!
Early in the morning, by the Black Lake.
A group of young Wizards had just finished their run.
Darwin and Cassandra were strolling by the Black Lake.
Right at this moment, snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.
The students who had originally planned to return to the castle hurriedly stopped in their tracks.
"It's snowing!"
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Cassandra reached out her hand, and snowflakes fell onto Cassandra's palm.
"Your Grace, it's snowing."
Darwin nodded. "Yeah, it's snowing. Christmas has arrived."
Cassandra said, "Are you really not going to Diagon Alleytoday? After all, today is the first day of the release there. If you're not there, will there be any problems?"
Darwin chuckled. "What problems could there be? We're just selling some things."
Whether I'm there or not, these items are sold the same way.
Besides, I can already guess today's sales figures. My going or not going won't make any difference."
Darwin knew just how popular the Streamer series was.
Furthermore, the current Darwin didn't really care much about Galleons anymore.
Because there were simply too many.
The energy business was even more lucrative than Darwinhad imagined.
It was absolute super-profit.
Absolute super-profit. Nowadays, Darwin had a terrifying amount of money.
Moreover, with the booming popularity of the energy business,
everything was proceeding according to Darwin's expectations.
Energy cards could replace Galleons for use, and the entire Diagon Alley was like this.
Not just Diagon Alley, the whole of Europe was gradually popularizing energy card consumption.
Because energy cards were simply too convenient.
Going out didn't require carrying Galleons, and there was no need to worry about Galleons being stolen by some shameless Wizard thieves.
Nor did one have to fear not bringing enough money, or anything of the sort.
In short, energy cards were just too useful.
Therefore, whenever all Wizards went out now, it was all about energy cards.
And what about those shops that didn't want to use energy cards?
Obviously, other shops could use energy cards, and Wizards were accustomed to going out with energy cards.
But if you couldn't use energy cards, what awaited you was that business which originally belonged to you going elsewhere.
After all, people didn't carry money at all, let alone making do with accepting it.
Therefore, this was a virtuous cycle.
A virtuous cycle for Darwin.
A massive amount of Galleons flowed into the Rosier family.
Flowing into Darwin's pockets.
And this thing was different from the energy of the Muggle world.
Most energy in the Muggle world required other energy exchanges or was non-renewable.
However, Darwin's energy only required dragon blood.
And compared to his earnings, dragon blood was truly too insignificant.
Furthermore, this energy was perfectly controlled in Darwin's hands.
Other people simply could not copy it.
It was an absolute monopoly business.
Under this circumstance, Galleons were truly too unimportant to Darwin.
And those things Darwin created also brought absolute convenience and ease to all Wizards.
Darwin understood very well what kind of things were attractive enough.
What kind of things Wizards truly needed.
And what kind of things Wizards absolutely could not do without.
And these things also made Wizards develop an interest in the technology of the Muggle world.
Technology was indeed very powerful.
Wizards who originally looked down on Muggletechnology were also gradually changing their minds.
In short, everything was developing in a good direction.
Everything was proceeding according to the script predetermined by Darwin.
Having been at Hogwarts for so long, these were all Darwin's achievements.
And in fact, the situation was the same as Darwin had estimated.
The instant the Wizard Gathering building opened, countless Wizards rushed in.
Even though Darwin made ample preparations and prepared as many as three thousand Streamer series as the first batch for sale,
there were still many Wizards who failed to buy them.
Even among the Wizards, some clever people began reselling.
By the time Darwin found out, a single Streamer could sell for up to three times its original price in the outside world.
Terrifying, extremely terrifying.
And what truly made the Streamer achieve legendary status...
was the opening match of the Quidditch World Cup points tournament on the first day of the new year after Christmas.
The two participating teams were Bulgaria and Ireland.
These two teams were true arch-rivals.
The two teams often shouldered the duty of the year's opening first battle.
Precisely because these two teams had a high degree of animosity and were full of highlights,
the topics of discussion before these two teams started playing were also the highest.
Every year, some people made a fortune because of these two teams, and of course, some people went bankrupt.
This year, everyone felt that Bulgaria would win.
Because the legendary Seeker of the Irish team retired last year.
For the Irish team, this was a devastating blow.
However, the result of the match shocked everyone.
The match only lasted twenty minutes.
The result of the match was that the Irish team's new Seeker, an unknown kid, caught the Golden Snitch.
In twenty minutes, just as the Golden Snitch had ascended into the air, he caught it.
The commentator hadn't even reacted.
The Bulgarian team hadn't reacted either.
Everything came too fast, and all of this was because the Irish team's Seeker had snatched Streamer 01.
That's right, this lucky person was the owner of one of those three thousand brooms.
Serial number 23.
In the post-match interview, this fellow was beyond excited.
He praised the Streamer series to the skies.
This made the popularity of Streamer reach yet another level.
And those other Quidditch national teams also began to take Streamer seriously.
This broom's boost to the Seeker was simply too great and too terrifying.
It could truly kill the game directly.
This was terrifying—a Quidditch match that normally required an hour and a half of fierce battle and might not even end,
could be directly killed in twenty minutes.
If any team had Streamer while the other team didn't,
wouldn't today's tragedy of Bulgaria repeat itself?
Therefore, at once, all the world teams became anxious.
They contacted the Rosier family side or found people to buy on their behalf.
Even, some went to rent them from people.
That's right, rent.
Because the second batch of flying brooms had not yet been put on sale,
yet smart people had already started doing the business of renting magical brooms.
What they were renting out was precisely Streamer.
It had to be said that there were still many clever people in this world.
Of course, these were all stories for another time.
Unlike the bustling trading scene in Diagon Alley,
at this moment, inside Quirrell's office,
Quirrell cowered in the corner of the wall.
His entire body trembled incessantly.
And the only reason he was so terrified was:
Voldemort had awakened.
That's right, our Dark Lord had awakened.
However, he was very weak.
So weak that even if he wanted to punish Quirrell right now, he simply couldn't.
Because his condition was truly too poor.
Amidst Quirrell's shivering,
Voldemort slowly spoke, "Quirrell, get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible. There is no time left, you must take action."
Quirrell was stunned; he wasn't punished.
He didn't know that Voldemort no longer had the strength to punish him; he only thought that Voldemort was very merciful to him today.