On the third Saturday in November, at 11:10 a.m., an exciting match was taking place above the Quidditch pitch against the Ravenclaw team against the Hufflepuff team.

It was also Terry's first game after becoming an official player.

Early that morning, William woke up early, sat up from the bed, stretched a little lazily, and still had a trace of tiredness on his face.

William slept late last night because he needed to transcribe the recipes for a few potions, and according to the contents of his father's reply, William found several more cherished potions from the book "Powerful Potions".

He used magic to transcribe these potions to enrich the Friedrich family's collection. Although it was not necessary to use a quill to copy it himself, it was still a physical task, as William needed to concentrate on using his wand to control the quill.

Otherwise, it is easy to copy the serial or miss a few words, which is obviously an unforgivable mistake in the delicate art of potions-making.

And in order to hide his eyes, William waited until late at night, when there was no one in the lounge, to start his work, which made him somewhat tired now.

After groping for a bottle of energy potion from the magic bag, and then drinking it all, William finally felt much more energetic, and a penetrating coolness made William shiver.

"Among the ingredients of this potion, there is definitely a raw material such as mint leaves." William muttered softly.

He glanced around, Earl and Ike were still asleep in bed, Black was lying on the side of his bed with his eyes closed, and in the bed next to him, William was surprised to find that Terry had left early.

He woke up earlier than he did!

Quidditch may really have some kind of magic, with this thought, William gently rolled over and got out of bed, and after getting dressed and washed, he walked towards the lounge downstairs with the black cat in his arms.

There were no students in the lounge early in the morning, and everyone was still immersed in a good dream, except for a certain energetic salted fish.

William, who walked down the stairs, saw Terry standing next to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out the window. Hearing the sound of the stairs, the latter turned his head to look at William in some surprise.

"Why did you wake up so early?" Terry asked.

"I should ask you that, Terry, I wake up at this point in time most of the day."

"I, I can't sleep and get up to see." Terry muttered, then turned to look out the window again.

"Looking at the Quidditch pitch?" William, who came to the window, looked in the direction Terry was looking in, and was looking at the Quidditch pitch wrapped in the morning mist.

"Well, I'm going to compete on it in a moment, under the watchful eyes of the whole school." At this point, Terry's body trembled slightly, and even his words sounded a little vibrato.

"What, you're scared?" William asked.

"No, it's not that I'm scared, I'm shaking with excitement, you know, William, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

"It's your first game, so of course you should be looking forward to it."

"No, it's not just that, I need to prove to them, to everyone, that I'm no worse than anyone else." Terry clenched his fists,

"I can't wait, so I gave up my best position to become a hitter in order to be good as soon as possible, but it doesn't matter, as long as I can play, I can play in any position."

Looking at Terry trembling with excitement, William couldn't help but remind.

"Don't get excited, today's game has room for you to play, your current state is very unstable, this may affect your performance, do you want to drink a little relaxation feather to calm down?"

"Forget it, I think it's better for me to keep this fighting spirit." Terry shook his head slightly, signaling that he didn't need it.

He is now on normal drops and does not need to use strong tranquilizers.

Whatever you want, William didn't continue to talk to Terry, but took Blake to find a table by the fire, pulled out a book and read it.

He had a habit of reading in the morning, and these hours would be his most productive hours, driven by energy potions, and in addition to that, William would carefully check his schedule to make sure that the day was fully devoted to learning magic.

As the minutes passed, the Ravenclaw lounge grew alive as the sky grew brighter outside.

The eaglets who woke up chattered about today's Quidditch match, which somewhat diluted some of the tension, and William put away his books and followed a few of his roommates and a large group of Ravenclaw eaglets to the large hall on the first floor.

It is worth mentioning that after William mentioned some signs of discrimination against Ravenclaw with Penelope and Professor Flitwick, they both took the matter very seriously, and several of Luna's roommates were talked to by Penelope and Professor Flitwick in turn, and finally realized their mistake.

"Discrimination is absolutely impossible to happen in Ravenclaw! Not at all. These are Penelope's exact words.

After this conversation, Ravenclaw began a Hufflepuff-like huddle, with Penelope dividing all the Ravenclaw students into groups according to the schedule, trying to add a few seniors to each group of junior wizards.

This is undoubtedly a kind of protection for junior students, that is, it may be more difficult for them to go out in the future.

"William, come here?" Just as he pondered how to get out of the Ravenclaw common room in the future, Draco's voice came from behind him.

Hearing this, William greeted his other two roommates and walked towards the Slytherin table, where Terry hurried to the Quidditch pitch to prepare for the game.

Seeing this, Pansy and Draco consciously let a seat open between the two.

"What's wrong, Draco? Don't plan to stay away from me all the time? He teased with a smile. He has been avoiding William since the last time he was disappointed at the Dragons pitch and was educated by William in the Slytherin changing room.

"I didn't hide from you! I've just been adjusting my mentality these days. Draco burst into a bit of a furrow, and Pansy giggled beside him.

"Then you've been adjusting your mentality for a long time, is there anything you want me to do?"