Can I choose none of them?

Without a doubt, this anonymous Seamus fan is 100% Lavender Brown of Gryffindor.

After all, the two were in a romantic relationship, and Lavender was a bit... love-struck.

"Oh, my dear Xixi, I'm about to throw up." Ron mimicked Professor Snape's tone, his words dripping with greasiness and rambling. "You might as well register an account on a video website and call it ' King of Xixi '."

God the hell, the King of Xixi, Seamus, also has his own fanatical aura, right?

"Why does this name sound so familiar?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Oh," Ron shrugged, "you probably haven't checked your phone. A game company called ' Blizzard ' recently partnered with Mr. LeMay, and a game called Diablo 2 has been uploaded to your phone—"

"There's such a thing?" Hermione asked in surprise. "Then why is it 2?"

"Because it came out a couple of years ago," Ron said with a shrug.

"But then again," Harry continued, "The game's concept is actually quite good. Sometimes I've been thinking, could we recreate some of the scenes as trial levels for everyone?"

"You're a little bit of a pervert, brother," Ron said, clutching his throat, feeling like he couldn't breathe.

Sometimes he wondered, what does Harry think about all day?

So this is how you torture us guys, right?

"I should get my hands on one of these games and play it," Hermione said thoughtfully. "Just in case Harry ever pulls some kind of surprise attack, I hope I won't be caught off guard."

"Alright, alright, now look at the comments." Ron said, pressing his neck. "Look, besides Fred and George, there are still some nice people out there! Weasley commented, 'I never expected my youngest brother to be so handsome. He's a grown man now, haha, I bet it's Bill.'"

"Refresh." Harry clicked refresh. "Oh, something's not right—look, either Fred or George replied below, saying there are no phones being delivered here—"

"I'm going to kill those two bastards!" Ron roared angrily.

"What else can I say?" Seamus shrugged with a smile. "Perhaps this is the bond between brothers. Believe it or not, I believe it."

The last sentence was said when Ron was glaring at him fiercely.

"Anyone commenting on my post?" Ginny asked, craning her neck to join in.

"Yes," Ron said, pointing to the comments, "Unlike me, Fred and George were both incredibly effusive in their praise of you—I think they're sexist."

Upon hearing this, everyone around burst into laughter.

"Other passersby also had high opinions of Ginny, saying her Reductor Curse were amazing," Harry commented. "Of course, I think so too; Ginny is indeed a natural Reductor Curse master."

"Yes, just like Seamus is a natural demolition expert," Ron said, suppressing a laugh and turning his head away.

Seamus took a deep breath----

"Forget it, I won't bother arguing with that brute Ron," he thought to himself.

"At least it proves that our trial was indeed a great success," Hermione concluded. "Look at the high number of views—I think I need to work harder to make my videos better—of course, I'll need your help too."

"No problem, Hermione." Ron patted his chest confidently, "We'll do everything we can to help you if you need it."

The next morning, they felt the kindness from their classmates.

Draco and Pansy, in particular, were surrounded by the Slytherin boys and girls, who wanted them to recount what it was like to face a Level 5X Magical Creatures in the Room of Requirement.

"It's nothing really," Draco said nonchalantly. "Just a horned eel, I wouldn't even consider it a threat—actually, I thought Harry would arrange something more formidable for a wizard as outstanding as me."

Upon hearing Draco's words, the Slytherin classmates all chimed in with praise.

After all, he is one of only two seeded players in Slytherin and deserves respect.

"That's great, that's great," Theodore Nott said enviously. "I wish I could participate in the Dueling Club —of course, I don't think I could beat these level 5x dangerous Magical Creatures."

"How can you succeed without special training?" Draco said with a smile. "Actually, those Magical Creatures aren't that powerful. With enough training, you can achieve the same level as us."

"Could you talk to Potter about it?" Daphne Greengrass asked wistfully. "We actually want to join your organization for special training too. It looks really cool to deal with those big guys, especially since we can upload the videos to video websites, you know? A lot of young people admire you guys these days."

"Really?" Draco became even more arrogant, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being worshipped by others.

"Of course," Daphne said. "For example, my sister—she'd love to get to know you."

As she said this, Daphne gave a warm, aunt-like smile.

Daphne's younger sister, Astoria, is a fourth-year Slytherin student, two years younger than them.

However, Draco wasn't very interested. He just gave a few perfunctory replies and then sat down to continue bragging to everyone about how exhilarating his battle with the Horned Serpent had been.

Chatting with young girls is nowhere as fun as showing off!

This is Draco's inner journey.

The same goes for Ravenclaw; Luna has never felt so popular before—god knows, she used to be someone everyone avoided.

Today is Saturday, so there's no rush to class. There's a long class this afternoon, a training course on Apparition.

Apart from those who have already passed the Apparition exam, everyone else will need to undergo training—of course, the course also welcomes those who have passed the exam but wish to further refine their Apparition skills.

Harry, of course, didn't need to go, nor did Ron and Hermione —but Seamus and Neville, those two unfortunate brothers, still had to go.

With nothing to do in the Common Room, Ron dragged Harry along to play Diablo 2.

It's said that Muggle are also playing it, and it's unclear how Mr. LeMay operates it, but in any case, they can access the Muggle internet anytime, anywhere.

What's even more interesting is that, like the wizarding Wizarding World network is not open to Muggle.

That could be considered somewhat discriminatory towards Muggle.

Although it was not approved by the International Confederation of Wizards, it seems that the Confederation has tacitly approved of Mr. LeMay's actions.

It's just going online; it doesn't expose the Wizarding World to Muggle.

"I have to admit—" Hermione commented as she watched them launch the game, "With the wizards' involvement, Muggle technology seems to be rising at an alarming rate—look, I thought a game like this wouldn't be made for at least a few years, but it's already here—"

"You play games too?" Harry asked Hermione curiously.

"Oh, I don't play games, but I've seen my dad play similar ones," Hermione said with a smile. "Don't think I'm some kind of clueless nerd; I actually know a little about computers."

That's what they say, but Ron was a little skeptical.

After all, Hermione's nerdy persona is already deeply ingrained in people's minds.

In the game, Ron created a wizard character, while Harry chose Druids.

Ward is the best!

"I really admire the Muggle ' thinking," Ron said, opening the wizard's skill tree. "How come I never thought of playing with spells like this? Look, frost, fire, lightning—and what about us?"

We can only throw Charms with special colors and effects; we can't summon meteors or throw out a nine-headed sea serpent spitting fireballs—"

"But we have green lightning magic," Harry interjected.

"Green lightning magic?" Ron turned his head suspiciously, and after seeing Harry's meaningful look, he suddenly seemed to understand. "Oh, you mean—"

Seeing Harry's increasingly wicked expression, Ron gasped, "You're not really saying—good heavens, you're really saying—"

Yes, what else could green lightning be? It's so hard to guess.

First, eliminate the Lumos.

They spent the whole afternoon playing in the Common Room before finally managing to beat Andariel, the final boss of Act 1, to a pulp.

When Seamus and Neville returned, they saw the two of them having a great time, with Hermione standing behind them watching intently. The two of them immediately went over to them.

"What are you playing?" Seamus asked curiously.

"A new game." Ron put down his phone. "Wow, you guys are back so soon?"

"It's already five in the afternoon," Seamus said, rolling his eyes. "If you'd just glanced at the time, you'd see the problem."

"Is it already five in the afternoon?" Ron exclaimed. "My God, I thought it was only a little past two—"

I feel like I just picked up my phone a short while ago.

"It seems this game is really fun," Seamus said. "Okay, let's go eat first, and play together when we get back to the dorm."

After dinner, Harry didn't join in the games; instead, he sat in a corner choosing the Magical Creatures for his next trial.

It was indeed difficult to choose. All the remaining angry creatures were heavyweights. Harry felt that if he had to choose, they should at least be grouped into threes—especially something like the Basilisk, which even a group of three might not be able to handle.

To avoid making things a bit too chaotic for his classmates, Harry decided to ask for their opinions; after all, they still needed to be democratic.

"What do you think of the Wampus Cat?" Harry asked Hermione was sitting not far away.

"Wampus Cat?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "I see, you're planning to have us deal with all the level 5X Magical Creatures— "

"That's roughly the idea," Harry replied.

"What's Wampus Cat?" Ginny asked curiously, raising her hand. Then, noticing her sister-in-law's Troll gaze, she quickly replied, "Oh no, I know Wampus Cat are level 5X Magical Creatures —but I don't know what makes them so powerful."

"It's also a specialty of the America," Harry continued, "The Wampus Cat is somewhat similar in size and appearance to a common America or America. According to Professor Scamander's research, this animal originated in the Appalachian Mountains."

Ginny hesitated, clearly wanting to ask where the Alabacia Mountains were, but she held back.

"It can walk upright, run faster than an arrow, and its eyes are said to have hypnotic and Legilimency abilities," Hermione continued, picking up where Harry off. She then explained to Ginny, "Because of Wampus Cat agility and strength, they are virtually impossible to kill—perhaps Harry thinks these Magical Creatures are perfect for fighting us."

"Magical Creatures that's almost impossible to kill, and you want us to deal with it?" Ginny asked in astonishment.

"You should challenge your limits sometimes, right?" Harry said with a shrug.

"However, I've heard that in America, they use Wampus Cat fur as wand cores," Hermione continued, "And the Wampus Cat is even named after one of the houses at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"That's really casual," Ginny said, pouting. "Do we have any better options? I mean, options other than the Wampus Cat?"

"Yes, Ginny, yes." Harry flipped through the roster, pointing to several Magical Creatures: "Australian Opaleye, Chinese Fireball, Common Welsh Green dragon, Hebridean Black Dragon, Hungarian Horntail dragon, Norwegian Ridgeback, Peruvian Vipertooth Romanian Longhorn, Swedish Short-Snout dragon, Ukrainian Ironbelly, Catalan Fireball, Portuguese Long-Snout —you can choose one of these cuties as your next opponent—"

"Can I not choose any?" Ginny asked, clinging to her last shred of hope.

"Then the Chizpurfle, the Niffler, the Quintaped, the Basilisk, the Chimera —choose one of these five," Harry said. "Of course, if you choose the Basilisk, I also have Alfonso readily available; I can instruct him to deal with you without opening his eyes—"

"I see, you want us dead," Ginny said, speechless.

"You can't say that," Harry corrected Ginny. "You're important members of my Dueling Club, why would I want you dead?"

"I'd like to choose to deal with the Flobberworm, is that okay?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, Ginny," Harry said, shaking his head regretfully, "running away isn't what you should be doing. I think someone like you, Gryffindor, should volunteer to deal with Magical Creatures like the Chizpurfle— "

"I would absolutely never ask for it."

Ginny rolled her eyes and said.