Don't say, this suggestion is actually pretty reliable.
A big eater contest, one of the most popular activities among Muggles—of course, everyone just watches with curiosity, but if they really try, most can't eat much.
But it doesn't stop people from enjoying it. Master Bai Qi still likes watching Zheng Laopi's eating shows.
"Alright, I'll listen to you then." Ron cheered himself up, "I must gain fame!"
"You'd better prepare some digestive and weight-loss potions," Harry suddenly joked, "I don't want you to get as fat as my cousin Dudley, like a pig wearing a wig..."
Hearing this description, Ron's face turned the color of liver.
He thought about it and decided to give up his ambition.
"I suddenly feel that being a big eater isn't for me," he said sheepishly. "If I end up like a pig wearing a wig, Hermione won't want me anymore."
Hearing Ron's words, everyone laughed heartily.
January quietly slipped away, and February arrived silently.
As February came, the snow around the school melted, replaced by cold dampness. Gray-purple clouds hung low over the castle, and continuous cold rain made the lawns slippery and muddy.
As a result, the first lesson in Illusionary Appearance for sixth-year students was moved from the playground to the hall, scheduled for Saturday mornings to avoid interfering with regular classes.
Harry and his classmates gathered in the hall, finding the tables gone.
Raindrops battered against the tall windows, and the magically enchanted ceiling spun dimly overhead.
They gathered in front of Professors McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, and Sprout, and a short wizard, standing well-behaved and obedient.
When Harry arrived, Professor McGonagall was evidently surprised, her eyes clearly saying, "What are you doing here?"
It wasn't surprising that Professor McGonagall was startled. After all, Harry was a wizard skilled in Apparition Displacement, not needing to learn this spell.
"Good morning," said the Ministry of Magic wizard after the students assembled, "My name is Wick Tekros, and I'll be your instructor for Illusionary Appearance for the next twelve weeks, hoping to prepare you for the Illusionary Appearance exam—"
"Malfoy, listen quietly!" Professor McGonagall sternly said.
Everyone turned, watching Draco with a dark red face, angrily walking away from Pansy Parkinson. They seemed to have been quietly arguing.
It's noticeable that Professor Snape seemed very irritated, and this irritation wasn't directed at anyone else, not even at Draco for breaking discipline—there seemed to be another reason.
If Little Sirius were here, he'd surely make a precise sarcastic remark.
Indeed, very similar indeed.
A Slytherin is attracted to a red-haired Gryffindor, who in turn likes another Gryffindor—these elements are packed to the brim!
Harry didn't think along these lines; he was simply curious but didn't intend to delve further, as it was someone else's privacy.
"—By then, many of you may be ready to take the exam." Tekros continued as if uninterrupted. "As you may know, generally, Apparition or Illusionary Movement is not possible within Hogwarts. The Headmaster temporarily lifted this restriction for an hour, only within the hall, allowing you to practice. Let me emphasize, do not attempt to Apparate beyond the hall's walls; anyone doing so is unwise—Now, I want everyone to stand well, leaving five feet of space in front of you."
The hall turned chaotic as students scattered, colliding and ordering others out of their space.
House heads walked among students, helping them position and mediate disputes.
"What are you doing here?"
Professor McGonagall asked as she reached Harry's side, raising her eyes.
"I'm checking their progress, Professor," Harry replied with a smile, "And I'll correct some errors after class... You know, Professor, we have an organization called the 'Dueling House,' sometimes when we don't have classes, we gather to practice spells with each other."
Hearing Harry's words, a look of approval appeared on Professor McGonagall's face.
"Well done, Potter." She nodded, "You're doing very well."
With that, she patted Harry's shoulder and proceeded to check the next person's preparation.
After house heads completed their checks, Tekros thanked them and then said, "Now..."
He waved his magic wand. Immediately, an old-fashioned wooden ring appeared on the ground in front of each student.
"The most important thing in Illusionary Appearance is to remember the three 'D's!" Tekros said, "Destination, Determination, Deliberation!"
All three words begin with "D," hence three "D's."
Harry found this wizard quite interesting, speaking like an old sow with a bra—a set after a set, indeed?
But the words he spoke were quite reasonable, too.
"First step: Concentrate your attention on your destination," Tekros said, "Currently, it's the inside of the wooden ring before you. Please focus your attention on your destination."
Everyone secretly looked around to see if others were focused on the ring, then hurried to comply.
"Second step:" Tekros said, "Determine to occupy the space you envision! Let the desire to enter the space flood every smallest part of your body!"