After a casual conversation with Hagrid, William quickly returned to the Ravenclaw common room.

He doesn't have anything particularly good to do about tomorrow's game and the attacks that are going to happen.

It takes such an attack to realize the seriousness of the matter, so saying that the little boy who worships Potter madly, Colin Cliffey, William, doesn't seem to change his fate.

He's not going to save this little boy, anyway, if he follows the plot, he won't die, will he?

William asked himself if he was not a virgin, he had to be involved in everything, and he had to do everything to prevent it from happening.

He first came to Hogwarts to study, but he quietly followed the development of the plot and became a melon-eating crowd watching plays.

It's just that as things gradually get out of control, William slowly discovers that the water in this world is actually very deep, and he himself is involuntarily dragged into the deep water area of the wizarding world little by little.

"May Merlin bless that poor little boy." Before going to bed that night, William whispered a prayer to Merlin without sincerity.

"What do you say, William? What little boy? On the bed next to William, Terry asked a little strangely.

"It's nothing, let's rest early, I have to get up early tomorrow to watch the game."

"Again, there's nothing more exciting than Quidditch."

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There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, William, who was still a little tired, was woken up by Terry's yelling, and the black cat lying next to William's bed, Blake, was also woken up.

The black cat, who hadn't appeared for a long time, stretched out very humanely, and then glared at Terry with confused little eyes.

"Hurry up, William!" Terry looked full of energy, "Hurry up and clean up, we need to hurry up and get to the stadium to find a good spot." ”

"I remember I set an alarm, huh?" William opened his eyes in a daze, and he fumbled around around the bedside table for a long time before finally finding his magic pocket watch.

"Actually, if you don't call me, this alarm should go off in thirty minutes." Glancing at the pointer above, he grumbled at Terry with some dissatisfaction.

When was it my turn to be woken up by this guy who had been salting fish?

"But I'm so excited." Terry, who was already fully dressed, said to the group.

"What time is it? How do I feel like the genius is just dawning right now? Also woken up were Ike in the bed opposite, and Earl next to him.

"Half past seven. Blake, can you help me get the socks on the floor? William replied casually as he instructed his pet black cat.

Hearing this, Blake, who was lying on the bed, rolled his eyes, and he gently jumped off the bed and grabbed the sock, then jumped back on the bed and threw the sock to William with a look of disgust.

"It doesn't stink, why are you so disgusted?" William put on his socks, then sat up from the bed and walked into the bathroom with his slippers on. Behind him, Ike and Earl were also complaining to Terry with some dissatisfaction.

At about eight o'clock, William and the others left their dormitory and walked towards the castle's great hall.

"Please, the game won't start until 11 a.m., okay! Why do we get up so early? ”

"Of course we have to get up so early, hurry up and finish our meals to get to the stadium and find a better spot." Terry said excitedly.

He was in a state of great excitement, and nothing could affect Terry's mood.

"William, you're here!" No sooner had he stepped into the Great Hall than William heard Draco's equally impatient excitement.

I really don't understand how many people are chasing a few small balls on broomsticks, what is there to attract!

"How's your preparation?"

"Don't worry, I'll beat Potter this time!" Draco's self-confidence stillborn William's words of warning, and it looked like he didn't care what William had said yesterday.

"It's not me saying, you look at the sad faces of the Gryffindor players, we have won in momentum before the fight even started."

Following Draco's finger, the Gryffindor table looked gloomy, and most of the players were nervous, sitting in their seats without saying a word, occasionally grabbing a bite of food.

To William's compliments, Draco returned to the Slytherin table contented, looking very happy, as if the victory was predestined.

"Doesn't he know that it's always the players who decide a game?" After Draco left, Terry asked William with some confusion.

"Although they have the fastest broom that a Golden Galleon can buy, to be honest, Slytherin is far from enough in terms of both the hard work of training and the tactical strategy of the team, and their captain only knows how to use brute force to knock people off the broomstick!

Also, look at their elated appearance, and they feel confident that they have won before the fight has started. ”

"Draco he's going to get to grips with that, and if Slytherin does fail this time, it should irritate him."

"Aren't you afraid that he'll never recover?" Terry asked, a little strangely.

"Don't worry, Terry. Draco is much stronger than you think. William didn't seem to be worried about Draco's state of mind after the defeat.

Look at the original book, despite being defeated by Harry so many times, Draco never gave up any chance to defeat Potter, he was a real loser!

Little by little, time slipped away, and at eleven o'clock William stood up and walked with the group of enthusiastic students towards the Quidditch pitch outside the castle.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin players are long gone, they need to get to the pitch first, they need to change their clothes, check their broomsticks and communicate the tactics they need to use for the day.

Terry also left early with William's other two roommates, who wanted to grab a higher position, where the view would be more open.

William followed the crowd unhurriedly, and on his shoulder, the black cat Blake lay lazily there, feeling the hot and humid weather outside the castle, and the black cat rubbed on William's shoulder a little uncomfortably.

"What a pampered little guy." William muttered under his breath, then tapped his finger lightly with the medal pinned to his cloak.

With the continuous influx of magical power, the somewhat hot air seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, and was violently pushed away from William's body.

At the same time, a cold air continued to spread from the medal towards William's surroundings, making people feel like falling into an ice cave.

This is William's new product, the Medal of Heat Resistance, the opposite of the Medal of Cold, a gadget he made in his spare time.