William was chatting with Terry, thinking that Terry was so excited that he could finally see the Quidditch match he loved.

At this moment, there was a flapping of wings overhead, and it was time for the owl bombing every morning.

Flocks of owls hovered above the Great Hall, which reminded William of Jupiter, the little guy who had been raised by Hagrid.

I have to say that Hagrid really has a unique opinion about raising animals, and under his care, the little guy has grown several times larger, and his eyes have begun to become fierce.

"The little guy can now hunt on his own, as long as he avoids those dangerous places, he basically won't encounter any natural predators.

And the little guy is very smart, and he remembers those places when I say them once. Hagrid said proudly to William, his thick beard not hiding his smug look.

Jupiter also cried out, and it spread its wings, as if to show off its mighty form to William. Then he craned his neck and waited for William's compliment.

In fact, William would visit Jupiter whenever he had time.

One is to maintain a good relationship with the little one, and the other is to have a good relationship with Hagrid. After all, when it comes to familiarity with the Forbidden Forest, it is estimated that no one can compare to Hagrid.

For the abundant species resources in the Forbidden Forest, William is naturally very greedy.

Not to mention whether the deep woods would hide the secrets left by the Big Four, but William was also self-aware of himself, he had never snuck into the woods, and only once followed Hagrid along the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Just then, a strange owl flew up to William's side and dropped a letter.

It's strange, this is not the owl of the house, who else will write to himself?

Hagrid? Probably not, because William had only been to see Jupiter yesterday.

Thinking of this, Wilhelm did not open the letter immediately, he took out his wand and carefully examined the cover outside, which saw nothing on it except the words: Mr. Wilhelm Friedrich.

"Don't be so nervous, it's just a letter."

Terry on the side was a little unimpressed by William's caution.

"There's nothing wrong with being careful, too many wizards have died in history for something simple."

William tried to release a few detection spells, but nothing came from him, and he was about to open the envelope.

Even so, William did not let his guard down, he first blessed himself with an iron armor charm, and then did not use his hands, but waved his wand and slowly opened the envelope with magic power.

This wonderful operation attracted the attention of many people in the auditorium, because it required a lot of control skills to manipulate the magic in this way.

William didn't pay attention to these glances, he waved his wand and opened the envelope completely, William kept watching, and even held a shock spell in his hand, and if he had the slightest vision, he would not hesitate to cast a spell.

Terry, who was beside him, also looked a little nervous under William's serious operation, he stood up and watched William's movements, if there was a slight mistake, the boy would definitely turn around and run.

In fact, it wasn't just him, but several little wizards beside William also quietly distanced themselves from William.

After all, when you're sitting next to someone who is carefully opening a package from a suspected terrorist, you should be panicking, right?

Fortunately, William's worries were unfounded. He pulled out the letter with his magic, and it was business as usual the whole time, nothing happened.

"Make a big fuss. I feel like you have paranoia about being killed. ”

Terry finally sat down with peace of mind, and then the boy began to complain frantically at William.

William picked up the letter in his hand and read it:

Dear Mr. Friedrich, if you have time, you are welcome to visit the Headmaster's Office after half past seven o'clock this evening, which is located on the eighth floor, and I love chilled lemonade.

The letter was unsigned, but William could tell with his ass that there was only one person in Hogwarts who could write such a letter, and he looked up at the front teacher's chair, the golden headmaster's chair in the center.

Dumbledore was looking at William, and after noticing William's gaze towards him, he winked playfully at William.

To be honest, Dumbledore probably didn't expect that William would need such a big battle to open the letter.

Please, old Deng, what kind of letter do you want to see me write, wouldn't it be nice to let a teacher pass on a message?

Really, it made me so careful to check, William complained in his heart. He was indeed a little nervous just now.

Soon, after eating, Willian followed the crowd and walked all the way to the Quidditch pitch.

Ravenclaw House seating is located on the west side of the course, next to the Hufflepuff badgers.

William sat in the upper row of the back with a few roommates and pulled out his brass binoculars, because it was difficult to see the game with the naked eye.

It would be nice if his own magic spell research was successful, William shook his head with some pity, recently William is developing a spell that can broaden his horizons, somewhat similar to the Eagle Eye technique in the online game in his previous life.

However, it was not very smooth, and it was thanks to Professor Flitwick's help that William made some progress in stabilizing the magical structure.

However, the question now is where to find the experiments?

William wouldn't be foolish enough to use his body to try spells, you know, even though the magic structure seemed to be fine.

But what happens when it is applied to the human body? Will there be any side effects? Can it leave permanent magical wounds?

Merlin knows!

What's more, this also involves the extremely fragile part of the human body, which must be completely prepared and extremely careful.

William was not so sacrificial.

Wait until the holidays, and wait until you get home to see if you can find a wizard or two who "volunteered" to dedicate themselves to the path of magic through family connections.

Willian put away his thoughts and looked at the Quidditch pitch, as he noticed that players from both sides had already entered the pitch during the time of the fugue.

Not enough, because it was not a game from their own house, the eaglets and badgers did not reciprocate too much enthusiasm.

On the other hand, Gryffindor and Slytherin, the atmosphere between the two houses has become a little tense.

William noticed that Ron and Hermione were standing in the top row with a banner that looked like it was made out of bed sheets and said Potter must win, in addition to a large lion symbolizing Gryffindor.

The banner's dye was magically cast, shimmering in different colors in the sunlight, presumably Hermione's handiwork.

Mrs. Hodge, as the referee of the game, stood in the center of the court with a broomstick in her hand, flanked by players from the two academies.

"I want everyone to participate in the competition fairly and honestly." It wasn't until the players from the two academies gathered around her that Mrs. Huo Qi spoke, "Now please shake hands with the two team captains." ”

Wood stepped forward and shook hands vigorously with a tall, burly figure on the other side. It was Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherins, who was said to have some bit of troll blood.

Judging from the expressions of the two people, shaking hands hard is not so much shaking hands as shaking hands with all their might, and looking at the expressions, both of them are eager to crush each other's palms.

"Please get on your broomsticks."

Harry stepped on his Light Wheel 2000. He noticed that his broom was supposed to be the best of the group.

Before Harry could think about it, fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky with the sound of Lady Hooch's silver whistle.

The competition has officially begun.

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