New Entry! Pure-blood Wizards Watching the Premier League?

Devero followed the main group out to the grounds of the castle.

He held the broomstick the teacher had distributed to them in his hand.

Devero could feel a strange sensation emanating from the broomstick.

It was much like the feeling he had experienced when he first visited Ollivanders Wand Shop.

It felt similar to the piles of wands stacked high there.

Devero even had the sense that he could communicate with it on a basic level.

He figured it was the [Wand-making Prodigy] trait at work.

Although these Flying Brooms were not wands.

Devero could still feel it.

They seemed to choose their riders as well.

At that moment, Devero even felt an urge to modify his broom.

This was because he had previously loaded the [Prank Inventor] trait from the Weasley Twins.

[Prank Inventor (Purple): Possesses an extraordinary talent for mischief, has an astonishing grasp of magic used for pranks, and is highly creative.]

In the original story, the Weasley Twins didn't build such a massive business solely on a joke shop.

What truly made them money were the practical magical items they supplied to the Ministry of Magic.

There were even items intended for combat.

For instance, an Invisibility Cloak that could achieve full-body concealment without having to cover the entire body!

That was an innovative magical item that even the top student Hermione had to admire!

It was precisely for this reason.

That Devero had loaded this trait.

The side effect, however, was that now, no matter what he saw.

He felt an urge to modify it.

Devero struggled to suppress this impulse.

This was school property, after all.

If Devero broke it, he would have to pay for it.

He had no way of earning money right now.

He couldn't afford to mess around.

He had also loaded the other trait from the Weasley Twins, [Explorer].

[Explorer (Purple): Possesses a great spirit of adventure, has a strong ability to adapt to complex environments, and has a certain talent for map-making and navigation.]

This trait would also be of immense help to him in exploring Hogwarts.

Although the twins had already taken him to explore some of the castle's secret passages over the past two days.

It was unlikely that the two of them had explored every single secret passage in the entire school.

When the time came.

After they dropped out in their sixth year.

Devero would have to rely on himself to explore.

So, he had copied this trait in advance as a precaution.

Devero also planned to create his own magical map of Hogwarts.

He didn't expect it to display everyone's movements in real-time like the Marauder's Map.

But at the very least, it would help him record the structure of the castle he had already explored.

As Devero pondered this.

The group walked to the open space outside the castle.

Then, they continued toward the Forbidden Forest.

Their class was held on the lawn over there.

At this moment.

Devero saw Neville holding his broom in one hand.

And a glass ball glowing with red light in the other.

He watched with a worried frown.

It was as if he had something on his mind.

Devero understood at a glance.

That round ball constantly emitting red light was a Memory Orb.

It glowing now meant Neville had forgotten something.

He must be racking his brain trying to figure out what he'd forgotten.

Devero's eyes darted.

He walked up and spoke to Neville.

"Neville, can I borrow your wand? I forgot mine in the common room."

Neville shifted his gaze from the Memory Orb.

He looked at Devero with some confusion.

"Devero, didn't Madam Hooch just say that no one is allowed to use a wand in this class, and anyone who casts a spell on a broom can't attend?"

Devero grinned.

"It's fine, I'm not going to cast a spell on a broom, but just in case, to prevent someone from messing around."

Seeing Devero's confident expression.

Neville didn't ask any more questions.

He handed the wand directly to him.

Devero's reputation in Gryffindor was much better than in Slytherin now.

For one thing, he had helped the Little Lions of this year from the start.

Together, they had beaten up their most hated peers.

And he was very gentle.

Not as arrogant as other Slytherins from pure-blood families.

He was also very enthusiastic about helping classmates.

Many even wanted to do practical assignments with Devero in Herbology class.

Because doing so always resulted in good grades.

He was practically a top-tier carry!

They couldn't wait to call out to the big boss for help.

Why would they hate him?

Even within Slytherin now, apart from Malfoy and his few cronies.

Everyone had a much better impression of Devero.

After all, those many House points weren't earned for nothing.

Slytherin respected the strong at heart.

Devero had performed so well.

He would surely become a prefect or even Head Boy sooner or later.

If they continued to isolate Devero with Malfoy.

Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

So Devero's situation had improved considerably compared to when he first arrived at Hogwarts.

Peers would talk to him now.

They walked along.

Finally arriving at the class location.

Devero hadn't used his Purple Trait Copy today.

He thought he'd first test his control over the Flying Broom.

If it really didn't work out.

He could just copy Harry's traits.

And until now.

Malfoy was still relentlessly boasting about his flying experience.

Loudly complaining that first-year students were not qualified to join the House Quidditch team.

He had told many lengthy, self-aggrandizing stories these past few days.

Always ending with him narrowly dodging a Muggle helicopter.

Devero was doing his homework in the common room.

He could always hear him shouting.

His ears were practically calloused from listening to him.

However, he had discovered something shocking in the past two days.

A second-year Slytherin upperclassman of his was actually a Manchester United fan!

Devero had absolutely not expected someone from a wizarding family to watch the Premier League.

In fact.

Most wizards thought the same.

They felt there was only one ball on the field.

And no one was allowed to fly.

What was exciting about such a game?

And this boy was named Adrian Pucey.

He also had a distant cousin in Devero's year, named Millicent Bulstrode.

Devero was even more shocked when he found out.

The other party was actually a child from the Pucey family, one of the Pureblood Twenty-Eight families.

But Adrian told him that their family was distantly related to the true Pucey family.

They were already considered distant relatives.

He himself had grown up in Manchester.

Many children from neighboring families would go to Manchester United's youth academy.

He was supposed to go too.

But he had to give it up because he had to attend Hogwarts.

He had agonized over it for a long time then.

Adrian had even confidently stated that Manchester United would win the league title next year!

And so.

Adrian became one of the few people Devero could actually talk to in Slytherin.

Professor Binns, with a stern expression, had all the young wizards line up in several rows.

They were about to start class.

Devero suddenly bumped into someone.

Malfoy touched his forehead in pain.

He looked up.

He saw Devero looking at him with a wicked grin.

"Sorry, I didn't see you just now."