This Is a Good Thing!

However, upon hearing Harry's words, Veratia's first thought was not of the things he had described.

Instead, she's wondering if this video website can help improve her public image.

Or, to put it another way, could it become more popular on a global scale?

As expected of a politician, their political sensitivity is truly remarkable...

She picked up the magic phone on the table and said, "Ms. Rosier, please come in for a moment."

A knock sounded, and then Ms. Rosier pushed the door open and entered.

"Lady," she said, bowing slightly.

"Harry," Veratia looked up at Harry and said, "You and Ms. Rosier, please give a detailed explanation of that video website you mentioned."

Harry seemed to have a clue what Veratia was up to, after all, he was a man who had been raised in the Malfoy family.

He organized his thoughts and gave Ms. Rosier a brief yet detailed explanation of the video website's functions.

Ms. Rosier nodded as if she understood.

Veratia looked at Ms. Rosier again and told her what she had just thought.

As Ms. Rosier listened to what Lady Minister said, her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"I understand, Lady," Ms. Rosier said quickly. "I'll have someone create an official account on the video website and post some daily updates from the European Ministry of Magic..."

"Hmm," Veratia nodded and said, "Okay, but remember to be mindful of the degree; too much of a good thing can be bad."

"I understand, Lady," Ms. Rosier said, turning and leaving the office.

"Thank you, Harry," Veratia said with a smile. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have realized the value of video websites... Of course, good children should be rewarded, so, my child, what reward would you like?"

"What do you mean 'your child'?" Harry retorted with a dark expression.

What kind of adjective is that? It makes me sound like your son!

"Aren't you my child?" Veratia asked with a smile. "Oh, it seems you've already forgotten that night you called me 'Mom'..."

"Shut up!" Harry snapped, his face flushed. "You fooled me..."

It was indeed Veratia's responsibility; after all, she held Harry's face in her hands and gently asked him to...

That's way too cheap, really.

"Today is fine too," Veratia said with a bright smile, "But you'll have to wait until I finish these tasks."

Harry took a deep breath.

He discovered that Veratia was really, really too... too much.

She perfectly matches the criteria for a young boy's ideal partner.

"Oh, we haven't finished talking about what happened earlier." Veratia looked up again and said, "You said you were planning to post a video about the Dueling Club Trials on a video website, right?"

"Yes," Harry nodded.

"Not bad," Veratia nodded, "But are you sure it won't cause some parents to object? For example, they might say your training is too harsh, too dangerous, etc., that making children fight against the Acromantula is too cruel, etc..."

"Probably not," Harry shrugged. "At least not the parents in the Dueling Club. I initially thought Neville's grandmother would be the type to spoil him, but it turns out that as long as I don't kill or cripple Neville, she'll even help me improve."

Veratia couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.

Harry's judgment of people is indeed quite accurate; Neville's grandmother was definitely that kind of person.

"Alright, since you've made up your mind, I have no other objections." Veratia thought for a moment, then asked, "Are you telling me this because you're planning to borrow some Magical Creatures?"

Harry immediately looked hurt.

"Can't I talk to you about something even when I have nothing to say?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry." Veratia stood up and hugged Harry. "I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry..."

Harry quietly gave himself a peace sign, then decided to postpone the matter of Magical Creatures until another time. After all, there were still Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest, so there was no rush.

"Nothing," he said in a muffled voice, his hands still groping around Veratia's slender waist, not behaving at all.

Harry's little hands are a bit restless, it's one of his old habits.

"So you really... uh... aren't planning on borrowing any Magical Creatures? Hmm..." Veratia asked, frowning, her face flushed.

"That's not urgent. There are still so many Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest," Harry said. "We need to let them get used to the Acromantula ' strength first... Oh, and what about the snake? Alfonso, I remember letting him have a buffet in the Forbidden Forest before."

"It's here," Veratia said, walking to the cabinet, finding the wallet, and handing it to Harry. "I've been having Ms. Rosier look after it and feed it."

Harry opened the wallet and hissed inside, "Alfonso!"

"Is this my great master?" Alfonso immediately responded with flattery, "My great master Mr. Potter, has finally come to see his loyal old Alfonso... Slytherin's beard!"

When he handed Alfonso over to Veratia, he revealed his true identity to Alfonso.

I thought Alfonso would be angry, but to my surprise, he accepted the fact very naturally and even said that it was an honor to be with Potter's master.

Harry has left me a bit bewildered, and I even thought about buying some sunflower seeds for Alfonso.

"It's me, Alfonso," Harry hissed as he greeted him. "How many Acromantula did you kill in the Forbidden Forest?"

"I didn't kill too many," Alfonso answered truthfully. "You know, Master, their reproductive ability is just too strong. I saw no less than ten thousand Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest, and during that time I should have eaten... well, about a few hundred."

"So many?" Harry was somewhat shocked. He had expected there to be many Acromantula, but he never imagined there would be so many.

"You don't know, Master," Alfonso hissed in reply, "The spiders lay hundreds of eggs at a time... so their reproduction rate is like a disaster... if the Forbidden Forest's ecosystem could support them, I think they certainly wouldn't be this large."

"You're right, Alfonso." Harry nodded, then thought of the tens of thousands of Acromantula and felt a chill run down his spine.

Just thinking about it is terrifying enough.

If Ron were to experience it firsthand, wouldn't he be terrified?

That's absolutely terrifying!

"Okay," Harry said, "Thank you, Alfonso."

"You're welcome, Master," Alfonso replied obediently, then asked, "May I return...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry said, "Okay, but not now—you know, I've been busy with my studies lately. I'll come pick you up after I'm done with that."

"Alright, then you mustn't forget, my master!" Alfonso, sounding a little aggrieved.

"What are you talking about?" Veratia asked, looking up at her suspiciously.

"Alfonso wants to come back to me," Harry shrugged. "But I've been quite busy lately and haven't had time to take care of him, so I told him to wait a while."

After a while?

Veratia shook her head with a wry smile. "It'll probably be a year and a half before we can get there."

Keep in mind that Harry won't graduate from Hogwarts for another year and a half, while Alfonso will have to wait a long time.

By this time, Veratia had also finished her work.

"Alright, we're done with that." She stood up and invited Harry, "We should get down to business now—"

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Harry didn't return to Hogwarts until Monday morning. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and he was in a great mood when he saw Veratia again.

On Monday morning, Veratia was reluctant to part ways and asked Harry expectantly when he would come to see her next.

"If I have time this weekend," Harry said.

During the morning Charms Class, Harry shared his idea with Ron and Hermione —of course, he first made sure the students around them Muffliato, otherwise things wouldn't be good if those students who weren't in the Dueling Club wanted to participate.

Harry isn't very good at saying no to people.

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed as Harry finally finished speaking, waving his wand wildly at the ceiling, completely unaware of what he was doing. "Wow, are you really going to hold an event like this? I mean—are you really going to send us to fight the Acromantula? I think you're crazy!"

"Ron, you're making snow," Hermione said gently, grabbing his wrist to prevent her wand from pointing at the ceiling, where large white snowflakes had already begun to fall.

Harry thought that love was truly nourishing; look— Hermione had even learned how to be gentle and kind.

The sun must have risen in the west.

However... Hermione will probably recover after a while.

"Oh, right," Ron said, glancing at his shoulder with a hint of surprise, "Sorry... we both seem to have gotten nasty dandruff..."

He brushed some fake snowflakes off Hermione's shoulder, revealing a wide grin that showed off his white teeth.

Just then, Professor Flitwick walked over.

Only Hermione and Harry had turned the liquid in front of them into wine; their flasks were filled with a deep red liquid, while Ron's flask remained a cloudy brownish-yellow.

Neville, who was not far away, did the same, but he didn't whisper among himself.

But Professor Flitwick clearly wasn't going to let Neville off the hook, perhaps because Neville's grandmother had given him a heads-up beforehand.

"Alright, alright, children," Professor Flitwick snapped, "Less talk, more work... Let me see you do it..."

Ron and Neville raised their wands, concentrating intently, and pointed them at the flasks. Neville's vinegar turned to ice, and Ron's flask exploded.

"Okay... homework..." Professor Flitwick said, crawling out from under the table and picking at the slit in his hat, "Practice."

Charms Class, they had some rare free time together, so the three of them walked back to the Common Room.

"The match against Ravenclaw is coming up soon," Ron said. "What are your thoughts on that?"

"My idea is for you guys to start practicing more." Harry tossed his clothes behind his back and said, "Oh right, I almost forgot, I need to organize a pre-competition training camp... Hmm, let me think, remember to inform Ginny and the boys later, and have Ginny inform the girls."

"Yes, Captain," Ron said with a playful salute.

Quidditch training is a very enjoyable thing, provided that the weather is sunny and not stormy or freezing cold.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team gathered together and began training on the field.

Ginny didn't seem bothered by the breakup at all; on the contrary, she became even more cheerful, laughing and joking with her classmates, and especially liked to imitate her Ron's embarrassing moments.

Ron didn't seem angry at Ginny's actions; after all, his sister had just broken up, and he shouldn't do anything he shouldn't, lest he offend her.

If the younger sister gets upset and tells her mother, then things will be really bad.

As Seeker and captain, Harry wasn't busy; he only needed to direct everyone from a short distance away from Ron.

"Did you know?" Ron said casually, "Ginny broke up with her boyfriend—I really didn't expect her to break up so soon."

Harry thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how to respond, finally managing to blurt out, "That's a good thing!"

"That's definitely a good thing," Ron nodded in agreement. "At least my sister won't be kissed by some dark-skinned guy standing there—I really doubt how she even put her mouth down."

"Uh, that's a bit too much of a racial knight, Ron," Harry tried to remind Ron.

"It's nothing," Ron said nonchalantly. "It's just you and me here, so what if I discriminate? I just can't stand it... Of course, what's even more infuriating is what came next. Guess who told me he likes my sister?"

As he spoke, Ron reached out and swatted the Bludger away from him, a move that looked incredibly cool.

"Who?" Harry's gossipy nature was also piqued by Ron.

"Speaking of which, it might shock you," Ron said, somewhat exaggeratedly, "Ha, Malfoy, he actually likes my sister..."

"Draco?" Harry asked, feigning surprise.

"Yes, Draco." Ron sighed. "I really didn't expect it to be him. Do you think there's something wrong with him? Or has he lost his mind? How could he like Ginny?"

Harry hesitated and remained silent.

What can I say?

Your sister is first and foremost a Pure-blood; that's the most important thing.

Secondly, your sister is also beautiful.

Then, your sister played Quidditch well.

Finally, your sister is quite a powerful witch.

Every single point of this hits Malfoy right in the heart! The only downside might be that Ginny is Gryffindor, not Slytherin, otherwise you'd see if she didn't run into the wall and that would be the end of it.

(End of this chapter)