Tea Party and the Finished Wit-Sharpening Potion

Although the schedule of Avada had already given him a massive headache, he still did not intend to miss this commemorative tea party. After all, he did not exist solely to take down Voldemort. What he had always wanted was simply a peaceful and happy life.

It was just that the existence of Voldemort hindered his dreams and those of the vast majority of people, and he personally possessed the ability to eliminate Voldemort ahead of time, which was why he pushed himself so hard. However, if he truly had free time, or if it were necessary, he would not mind relaxing appropriately and making friends, occasionally enjoying a normal school life.

Thus, the next day, when he returned to the Hufflepuff common room from the Astronomy Tower, he saw a scene he had never witnessed before:

For some reason, the entire common room had expanded several times over. Several long tables, seemingly borrowed from the kitchen, were placed around the lounge, laden with all kinds of pastries and drinks: cakes, cookies, scones, puddings, mousses, milk tea...

In the open space in the middle, small round tables were scattered about, each topped with a teapot and surrounded by a few chairs. Many wizards and witches lingered by the long tables to help themselves, or sat around the round tables drinking and chatting, creating a harmonious atmosphere that looked like a grand banquet.

However, people attending banquets usually dressed impeccably and displayed the most elegant manners. Yet, the wizards here were still wearing the casual clothes or pajamas they usually wore in the common room, and a few were even wearing slippers.

"Cho?"

Avada recognized at a glance that Cho, who did not belong to Hufflepuff, was present and chatting happily with another boy.

Avada moved a few steps closer and finally saw the boy's face: it was Cedric.

"Yo, Ken!" The two raised their hands, greeting Avada with smiles. Avada walked up and joined their conversation: "Hello, Cedric, and Cho, were you invited to the tea party too?"

"She is one of the volunteer chefs for this tea party!"

Cedric laughed and patted Cho on the shoulder, while Cho smiled shyly and nodded in acknowledgment.

"It's also thanks to what you said to me at the opening feast that I was able to discover her skills and invite her to the tea party—look over there, those flaky scones and red date cakes are her handiwork."

Avada followed his gaze and indeed saw several plates of quite exquisite mooncakes and date cakes placed on a long table, with quite a few people going over to take some; it looked like they would be gone before long.

"Wait, what's going on with those crooked pieces on the plate?"

"Oh, those are the ones I tried making. Pretty, right?"

"..."

Cho couldn't help but roll her eyes: "They actually taste okay, it's just that Cedric insisted on molding the pastries into the shape of a Niffler. I couldn't talk him out of it, so that's how it turned out."

Avada examined them carefully and felt the shape was closer to a Quintaped than a Niffler.

Oh, and there was that one with the broken crust, which he almost mistook for a figurine of a Dementor.

"...Good luck."

Avada offered his heartfelt wishes, then parted ways with the two, choosing not to be a third wheel.

I didn't expect the catalyst for Cedric and Cho to actually become me...

Is it a coincidence, or is it fate?

If it is fate, then what about my existence? What is my own destiny?

He didn't know what the catalyst for Cedric and Cho becoming a couple was in the original work, nor did he know if the Department of Mysteries had also conducted experiments in the original work to create a person named Avada Kedavra. But he was certain that he was definitely not a character from the original book—if the plot stayed the same whether he was there or not, then his time as a transmigrator would have been in vain.

Surely, he couldn't even survive his first semester, could he?

He let his mind wander while looking around for someone. After scanning the room, he shook his head helplessly: "Is Baron really not coming?"

As a fairly familiar friend, Avada had certainly invited Baron to the tea party, but Baron had refused him by reciting things like "a qualified Slytherin should first enrich themselves rather than indulge in meaningless pleasure," and even tried to drag him to the library.

Avada found this very helpless: I'm in a hurry to study to deal with Voldemort, what are you in such a rush for?

Although they had only known each other for a few days, it wasn't hard for Avada to notice that Baron was the most traditional type of noble at heart—proud, martial, possessing a strong sense of morality, valuing honor and credibility, and viewing the assumption of responsibility as his own vocation. Therefore, he also understood Baron's desire to improve himself and lead his house to regain its honor.

But he was still young, after all, and his experience was shallow, so he was too naive and too impatient in this regard. How could the reputation accumulated by a house over countless years be reversed by him alone?

However, he hadn't said this to Baron yet. After all, they had only known each other for a few days; speaking too deeply too soon was inappropriate.

So, he found his three roommates, Shabi, Summers, and Stebbins, and joined them in chatting about their recent studies and life, tasting and commenting on the food on the table, and taking the opportunity to exchange school life experiences with some familiar senior students.

"Are that group of people over there selling things?"

As he wandered around, Avada noticed a group of people standing in a secluded corner, gesturing and sometimes taking out potions, magical materials, or magical items to hand to others, letting them examine them carefully with their wands, and finally parting ways after exchanging some Galleons and Sickles.

"Didn't we tell you yesterday?"

Shabi explained: "Since our house rarely holds a tea party, we naturally have to take this opportunity to gather together to exchange needs, share resources, and do some business. It's quite normal. Besides, we don't really have to worry about credit issues here, so trading is naturally much easier and more convenient."

"I see..."

Avada was about to nod, but suddenly thought of something, his eyes lighting up: "Do you think we can buy Wit-Sharpening Potion over there?"

"Wit-Sharpening Potion? There's such good stuff here?"

The reactions of the three were immediately more intense than Avada's: "Let's go take a look, let's go take a look! If there really is such a magical item, we must get our hands on it!"

In the end, it was Avada who was dragged along by his three roommates to ask the senior students selling potions. As soon as they asked the first person, the other party eagerly indicated that it was absolutely no problem.

"Wit-Sharpening Potion? That's easy. Although I don't have any ready-made ones on hand, I can brew it on the spot. It should be delivered by tomorrow afternoon. Don't worry, my potion skills are sufficient; my grades have never been below an E since my first year!"

"Really? That's great! We four want one bottle each. How much is it in total?"

When the other party heard this, the smile on his face became even brighter: "Four Galleons per bottle. That will be sixteen Galleons. Thank you for your patronage!"

"How much?!"

All four, including Avada, were startled by the quote—having understood the magical world for over a month, Avada had some recognition of the purchasing power of a Galleon; and he had only learned about the production method of the Wit-Sharpening Potion yesterday (though he didn't understand it), and hadn't inquired about the prices of those materials and instruments.

"Is it very expensive?"

The senior student blinked in confusion: "A bottle of Wit-Sharpening Potion costs more than three Galleons just in materials. Making about a one-fifth profit is quite reasonable, right? This is already a friendly price within the house."

"Or could it be..." He looked suspiciously at the four juniors in front of him, "that you actually know nothing about Wit-Sharpening Potion?"

"Right,"

Avada also looked at his three roommates in confusion, "I need the Wit-Sharpening Potion because there is something I urgently need to master, but what do you guys want it for?"

"Eh? Isn't Wit-Sharpening Potion just a potion that makes people smarter?" The three of them looked blank.

"..."

After an explanation, in the end, only Avada paid to pre-order a bottle of Wit-Sharpening Potion, while Shabi and the others turned their grief and indignation into appetite, continuing to sweep through the pastries at the tea party.

Thanks to "Book Friend 20230718135251923" for the tip and to "Qiu Yu Zhi Huang Niao" for the first monthly ticket!