Being able to serve as the Chaser on the Quidditch team proves that Higgs' physical and mental endurance far surpasses that of the other students.
But the card game between these two red-haired brothers was truly thrilling.
Just play your card, why are you getting so worked up?
He almost got kicked in the face several times.
"I'm not playing anymore!" George threw the cards in his hand onto the table.
"Little Ronnie, the effect of your random cards looks like a fake card!"
Ron looked somewhat agitated. "That's because you didn't make good use of the card effects and only thought about winning with the fire dragon that had the highest power value."
"I don't want to talk to you right now." George stood up with a sour face. "I've decided to cut ties with you for a day."
"One day?"
"Yes, just one day!"
Higgs slowly reached out from under the table.
Thank goodness, the brothers are finally leaving.
It's not that you can't walk past him, but the problem is that he's almost an adult, so no matter how careful you are, you're bound to bump into him.
Hey, George—
Ron stood up and called out to his good brother.
"Let's play one more game, maybe I'll trade decks with you." (Biquge)
Upon hearing this, George turned his head and said, "No taking it back!"
"It's only good for a dog to back out!"
He plopped back down.
Higgs, who had half his body sticking out, reacted quickly.
That was so close, so very close, the tip of that shoe almost hit my face.
Just bear with it; he doesn't believe those two won't eat lunch.
The world of card players is amazing.
George and Ron didn't feel hungry, and even played until 1:30 pm.
"I still have classes, so let's call it a day."
"No problem, my dear brother."
Higgs didn't know how they made up; all he knew was that his back and legs ached.
"Hey, Cedric!"
Cedric had no classes, stared blankly at the ring.
"Want a Gwent?" George had a mischievous grin that he couldn't hide.
In an effort to "save" the Weasley family's brotherly relationship, the good younger brother Ron "voluntarily" lent his good older brother a bunch of experimental new cards.
"Play cards?" Cedric jumped off the ring. "Sure!"
Upon hearing this, Higgs, ignoring his aching body, immediately rolled away from under the table.
"Qiu, sit here!"
"Good."
Two female students from Ravenclaw who also didn't have classes in the afternoon walked straight towards him.
There was nowhere else to hide, so I had to hide under the table again.
She's a girl, after all; she should be very quiet.
Even in the dead of winter, Marietta wore trousers, and Qiu changed into a long skirt that reached her ankles.
Higgs instinctively wiped his nose.
"I heard that Vincent just jumped out of the Headmaster's Office and climbed through the window into the classroom right in front of Professor Snape."
"Huh? Who told you that?"
"Fred, oh Fred."
Qiu Qing covered her mouth and chuckled, "He's doing a pretty good job as the propaganda minister."
Marietta laughed exaggeratedly, "I think you could ask Vincent for it too!"
"If you just stand at the club entrance, those little boys will obediently become members."
"Then I'll have to ask him for some wages."
"Why don't you also become the brand ambassador for Gwent?"
"Great!" Qiu giggled. "If I succeed, I'll definitely recommend you to him."
"Hahaha—that's not necessary." Marietta laughed and gestured wildly.
"Slurp—" Higgs wiped his nose again from under the table.
Underneath Qiu's long skirt, she was even wearing black stockings.
It's normal for a young man full of vigor to have a nosebleed.
He could assure himself that it wasn't a lack of self-control, but rather that the distance was simply too close.
That leg is right next to his forehead!
He was experiencing both pain and pleasure, and he no longer wanted to leave this place.
Looking for hair?
What a load of rubbish!
Anyway, there's still more than half a month left, so there's no need to take the risk that it "definitely" will be exposed.
Transfiguration class.
Today, McGonagall will still teach everyone how to transform into Blue Fatty.
It was simply made from a quill pen, and turned into something the size of Quaffle.
It was very difficult; Hermione only managed to succeed with great difficulty.
With a speed approaching ten times the limit, they have already far surpassed the Little Eagle.
"Mr. Wayne, you're almost eleven times better, aren't you?" McGonagall picked up hers and compared it to his.
Vincent was very self-aware. "I'm still far from it, Professor."
To the naked eye, yours is clearly a size larger than mine.
"That's pretty good too."
Harry and Ron succeeded, of course.
One of them had eight times the bet, and the other was almost five times.
Numerical values can reveal talent, but numerical values are ultimately just numerical values.
How to skillfully utilize Transfiguration to truly demonstrate one's rank?
"I hope everyone will not be discouraged. Talent alone is not enough to master Transfiguration."
"Yes, Professor!"
The class ended after the students gave their unanimous answers.
Vincent caught up with McGonagall.
"Professor, do you have any books on Alchemy?"
"The school library should have it." McGonagall saw him blink and knew the little wizard in front of her had already been there.
Alchemy is an elective course at Hogwarts, an advanced course that requires passing the O.W.L. Examinations to be eligible to take.
It's no wonder Vincent, a novice wizard, couldn't possibly understand those matter conversion formulas in the library.
"I remember Professor Dumbledore had quite a collection," McGonagall replied with a smile. "He also had quite a few of Nicolas Flamel's notebooks."
"Thank you, Professor!"
With about half a month of study, I should be able to at least get the basics down.
Headmaster's Office.
After hearing the purpose of the visit, Dumbledore showed an expression that said, "I knew it."
"Alchemy is a symbol of spiritual journey, capable of leading Alchemists from ignorance to enlightenment."
Vincent shook his head. "Permanently transform base metals into precious metals?"
"I like your analogy." Dumbledore picked up a small bronze object from another table.
"In the eyes of Alchemists, everything in this world is subject to transformation."
"Including life?"
"Yes, but—" he put the small item back, "But this only applies to those that exist in the world; those that have left cannot be brought back through Alchemy."
"Even combining it with magic won't work?"
Dumbledore, looking somber, did not choose to answer the question directly. "Listen, Vincent— "
Magic can accomplish many things that people wouldn't even dare to dream of, but no matter how wonderful it is, it is not omnipotent.
A thirst for knowledge is not a bad thing, as long as one doesn't become overly obsessed with it.
Vincent, seeing his expression, guessed that this old man, who looked several years older, might have experienced something similar in the past.
A legend has been passed down through the Dumbledore family.
Whenever they are in trouble and cannot get help, the phoenix will appear by their side to guide them.
He didn't know the specific reason for Fawkes's appearance, but he understood that the matter behind it was definitely not simple.
Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald truly lived up to his reputation as the Dark Lord, so powerful that he required the help of the Phoenix to defeat him.
Compare this to Voldemort...
These two are not even in the same league.