As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as the quenching. But the school was in full swing as Quidditch season began. Saturday Gryffindor v Slytherin. If Gryffindor wins, it can make their hourglass look better, even if Hufflepuff in the House Cup pulls them a big score.

Two big things happened before the game, one was that Harry became a Seeker for the Gryffindor team, which was known to only a few people before, and now there is a lot of talk about him, some people say that he flies great, and some people say that they have to find someone underneath and hold the mattress to prevent him from falling. Draco was a staunch supporter of the latter argument.

Another thing, Phoenix got into the gambling business. Strikingly, the stakes accept rare magical materials or items, out-of-print or special books, and galleons. He found an empty classroom on the third floor, where he accepted bets from his classmates or paid money for winnings.

The Gryffindor trio, squeezing into the classroom, trying to support their friend's cause, and Hermione reiterates her efforts to persuade Phoenix to give up this bad profession. There was a huge banner hanging inside, "Eden Gaming", and Eden tilted his head to look at the words on the banner, as if wondering what the word after its name meant.

On the surrounding wall, there is a large piece of parchment, "Non-Galleon bets, will be converted into Galleons before betting, after winning, according to the Galleons converted by the bet, give money, the maximum bet limit is 1w gold Galleons, and the minimum bet is 1 Galleon"

The three of them looked at the last sentence blankly, and the maximum bet was capped at 1w gold gallons. Ron's eyes were popping out. Hermione knew that the Phoenix family was very rich, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

"What are you doing here, Weasley, didn't you see the minimum floor, 1 Galleon?" Draco appeared in front of them in a long voice.

"Fuck off, Malfoy. ”

"Be careful, I'm willing to win you again, Potter. With that, he turned around and left to keep the line in order, there were too many bettors, and Phoenix asked Knott, Draco, and Brace to help.

They finally got to Phoenix, and there were several small pockets on the table with money, potion materials, rare items, and books. Next to it, a small wall calendar that reads "Slytherin vs Gryffindor odds 1:1.1 and 1:10" on it keeps waving loudly for them to place their bets. On the right, there are also various bets, in addition to winning or losing, there is also the time of the game, which team can score a goal first, etc.

"Hello, Phoenix"

"Hello, what's the stake? Don't tell me it's Garon. ”

"I'm sorry, we don't really have anything, take it. Harry embarrassedly pulled out ten Galleons, and Ron next to him nodded desperately.

"It's okay, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley get down ten Galleons, press—" Harry said in a more awkward tone than just now to Gryffindor "Press Gryffindor to win." "Harry doesn't have a lot of inheritance, and he still has to study for six years to start making money.

Brace writes his name and bet on parchment.

"I'm pressed - the game can go on until the evening. A book. Hermione had completely forgotten what he had to say, and her friends belonged to rival houses, which made her miserable. So deliberately pressing a market that is almost impossible to win that has nothing to do with the outcome of the game.

"Thank you. Phoenix smiled and kissed Hermione's hand holding the book, the girl's blush was as red as the Gryffindor scarf around her neck. I immediately ran away to find two friends.

Brace didn't take the book stupidly, put it in the small pocket where it was written, and didn't write down the proof. He knew Phoenix, and he didn't care at all.

That night, the six of them unpacked in the dormitory, because many of the things sent by Slytherin were not visible, and they were all wrapped up to place bets.

Goyle and Crabbe are in charge of unpacking all the feminine packages, as there is little danger in that package. Malfoy was in charge of sorting out the books, Bress counted Garon, Knott was in charge of unpacking his non-feminine packages, and Phoenix was in charge of checking their work, and he would only open some of the packages that Noether was not sure about.

There are all kinds of things, all kinds of black magic items, but none of them can kill people. In terms of books, although many of the books are in tatters, they are all rare books, and a few of them are of great interest to Phoenix. Potion materials include African tree snake skin, dragon blood, and the nerves of the Norse giant squid. He and Draco's dorm room was half as empty.

It's really the right thing to do to divide feminine packaging into a single category, love letters, chocolates, all kinds of small gifts for lovers, and the most outrageous thing is an aphrodisiac with a label of elixir.

"Don't let Melinda see it. ”

"Don't let me see anything?" Melinda didn't know when she came. Girls can enter the men's dormitory, but boys can't enter the girls' dormitory, which is the same in all colleges, which can be regarded as a rare consensus among the four founders, "boys are not reliable".

"Someone sent me a bottle of aphrodisiac, which was unexpected. Phoenix smiled and shook his head.

"It looks good, not like the one sold in the store. Melinda said with a smile on her face, not minding that someone would give her fiancé an aphrodisic. The others looked at each other, and their elders told them that the two might be engaged. It's just that the two sides have not made it public.

The next day, all the students and staff were in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students also carry binoculars. Phoenix made a huge banner that read "Slytherin must win", and a stout snake underneath kept making the Gryffindor lion fall in various ways.

Lee Jordan served as the game's commentator and was extremely Gryffindor-oriented, drawing huge boos from the little snakes every time.

"Look, Harry is going to fall. Draco dragged him over and pointed at the pitch, Harry grabbed the broomstick with one hand, dangling it in the air. Broomsticks desperately try to throw him down.

Phoenix could see that this was the result of magic, and that it was rare for a modern broomstick to be so uncontrollable.

Draco happily "booed" Harry as Slytherin, and Melinda noticed that Phoenix was muttering something in his mouth, her eyes fixed on Potter.

Marcus Flint seized the opportunity and hit several shots in quick succession, but no one paid attention to him. All eyes of the school were fixed on Harry.

In a few moments, Harry suddenly climbed onto the broomstick and rushed to the ground, and people saw him covering his mouth as if he were going to vomit.

"I caught the snitch. He shouted, and the game ended in chaos. Flint roared in fury, and Harry almost swallowed the snitch, not grabbing, but completely ineffective. At 160:60, Slytherin lost.

"Harry. "Phoenix found them after the race.

"Someone is trying to kill you—" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Hermione.

"We know, it's Snape. He's chanting mantras, and we see it. ”

"No way. They didn't believe it.

"Anyway, you'd better be careful. "Phoenix doesn't force it, change their views.

"Thanks, Phoenix. Harry thanked him heartily.

In the common room at night, everyone looked bad and lost to their old rival Gryffindor. After a while, everyone went back to their dorms, leaving only Phoenix and Melinda.

"Why did you save Potter?" Melinda asked, puzzled.

"Do you think Dumbledore would have someone kill Potter right under his nose?" Phoenix didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Someone has been protecting him, it's a certain professor. "Melinda was very alert.

"Yes, and the one who wanted to kill Potter was also a professor. Spells that can affect a broom are not for children. ”

"But isn't someone just a child?"

"I'm not your average child, and you'll get it. Phoenix smiled and whispered in Melinda's ear.