"What's wrong, Terry? Why are you so excited today? ”

William, who returned to the common room, was surprised to find that Terry was talking to his two roommates in an emotional manner.

"You're back, William. I was so lucky today! The boy said to William with a dance,

"Did someone confess to you?" With a smile on his face, William teased at Terry.

"That's not it, when I ate the chocolate frog just now, I finally ate the card I've always wanted." Terry excitedly handed William a card.

"I've been eating chocolate frogs for a long time for this card! I didn't expect it to be eaten by me today! ”

What, what should I be? It turned out to be because of a card.

William was a little speechless and took the card from Terry's hand, and looked down at the portrait of a middle-aged wizard he had never known.

The wizard had eagle-sharp eyes, and he looked sternly at William, with a silver whistle on his chest that was commonly used in Quidditch matches.

This seems to be a referee?

Immediately afterward, William noticed this line of small writing underneath the portrait:

Cypri Yuder (1312-1357)

The first and so far the only Quidditch referee in history to die in a match.

No, that's all there is written on the small print under the card.

No way?

Can this also be featured in the portrait of the chocolate frog?

The wizarding world is too unreliable!

"Isn't it? Is it possible to get on the picture of the chocolate frog because of this? ”

William gave the card back to Terry in a somewhat messy way, and he invented three spells of his own before someone contacted him and wanted to put his portrait inside.

This wizard is fortunate to have climbed the portrait behind the chocolate frog for such an absurd reason.

"You don't understand." Terry took the card and held it in his arms like a baby, "Isn't this the only Quidditch referee to die during a match?" ”

Is this any monumental?

William was still a little puzzled, and sensing William's confused gaze, Terry continued.

"For wizards who truly love Quidditch, every Quidditch-related wizard card is memorable.

I've got several cards from Bowman Wright, the wizard who invented the Golden Snitch. But he has never eaten this kind of card, because he is much less well-known than Wright, so his cards are issued less, and he cherishes it even more. ”

Terry explained to William that he had fumbled in his wizarding robes for a long time, turning over a large stack of cards, which had been tied sturdily by Terry with a leather band. He unfastened the band, rummaged through it, picked out a card, handed it to William, and then carefully placed the card away.

Isn't it, how much do you love this, and you still carry these cards with you?

Don't you panic?

William couldn't help but be a little speechless, he took the card and looked at it carefully.

Unlike the one just now, the portrait of the character on this card is obviously much more refined, and it depicts a middle-aged wizard with very strong hair.

The middle-aged wizard has thick black curly hair and a thick beard. He held a golden snitch in his hand, and a pair of intelligent black eyes winked playfully at William.

The wizarding world is good, and the hair of those who are engaged in research can be so lush.

After all, hair loss or something, a bottle of hair growth spirit will do it.

William's ideas are always so fresh and refined.

"I'll tell you, Wright is a genius. Do you know what people used to mark the end of Quidditch before the Golden Snitch appeared? Terry said excitedly.

Come on, Terry Quidditch Lecture is back in class!

William touched his head helplessly, and he randomly found a comfortable single sofa and sat down.

After knowing Terry for a semester, William discovers that boys have the trait that they really tell endless stories.

He leaned back in his chair and found a comfortable position before asking.

"I've heard that it seems to be made with a bird?"

"That's right! It was a magical creature called the Golden Flying Man, and they had golden feathers that glittered in the sun. However, they are very small and extremely fast, making them difficult for wizards to catch. ”

"Oh?" William entered that state of praise.

"So earlier, wizards chose to use the Golden Snitch as the Golden Snitch in Quidditch matches, and the match was only officially over when the Seeker caught the Snips."

"Oh."

I didn't expect that the Golden Flying Man had such a use, William was no stranger to this creature, and if he remembered correctly, his father also raised a few Golden Flying Heroes on the family manor.

Not only are these birds beautiful, but their feathers are also a valuable magical material.

And the taste is also quite good, but it is too small to eat.

William smacked his lips, his expression looking a little nostalgic.

"Later, with the rise of Quidditch and the hunting of wizards, the bird became more and more scarce, and people had to come up with something that could replace the Golden Flox."

"Hmm."

"At first, they wanted to replace them with some other birds, and in those years the Quidditch tournaments were so strange that wizards tasted almost every bird with golden feathers." Terry continued to talk excitedly, he didn't know William's feat when he was young, otherwise he would have grabbed William's collar and shouted about it.

"Even many other species of birds have been subjected to this brutal experiment, with wizards using transfiguration to turn their feathers golden. Still, there is no bird that can satisfy the needs of wizards. This attempt did not come to a halt until Bowman Wright invented the Golden Snitch. ”

"Is he a pure-blood wizard?" William asked his own question.

"Not really, Wright is a half-blood. His mother was a witch, but his father was a Muggle. It's said to be a scientist, it's probably a Muggle name, I don't know.

Anyway, Wright is a very good alchemist. He made a small metal ball that completely simulated the flying style and flight characteristics of the Golden Flying Man. As soon as this golden ball came out, it immediately caused a violent reaction in the wizarding world. He also had a portrait and appeared on the chocolate frog card. ”

"I've almost collected all the Chocolate Frog cards." Terry said this, flipping through the cards one by one, with a foolish smile on his face.

Soon, you'll be collecting one, and that's my card. If nothing else, my portrait will be in the chocolate frog card when I return from my next vacation.

That's right? What was the name of the card game that was very popular on the Internet in my previous life?

What legend?

Wonderful Book House