George and Fred had been waiting for those words, and suddenly they found Cedric quite endearing, their initial awkwardness vanishing completely.
"Of course we'll sell them, but not now," they both said at the same time.
A student next to Cedric asked eagerly, "Do you Hippogriffs? I want one!"
George shook his head. "These aren't for direct sale. The Hippogriff is a hidden item; whether you can buy it is entirely up to luck."
Now that they neither sell nor customize their own items, many students are greatly disappointed and are preparing to leave.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
"Isn't Weasley just teasing us?" many people thought angrily.
George and Fred quickly winked at Ron and Harry, indicating that he could move on to the next stage.
Harry understood immediately and said, "Go back, Ron. Your rat is too weak; it's no match for me."
Ron paused for a moment, then frowned, seemingly having forgotten his lines. Harry quickly winked at him.
"Harry, don't get cocky! My dear Prewett Prewitt Hippogriff model too, you definitely can't beat him!"
Ron finally remembered his lines.
"Then call him over to see." Harry mimicked Malfoy, raising his head high and trying to look disdainful.
"You wait here." With that, Ron turned and left.
Lee Jordan keenly grasped the information about this important event, exclaimed in exaggerated surprise, and immediately switched into commentary mode.
"Dear viewers! The famous Harry Potter is about to face off against the formidable Silan Prewett!"
"I dare say this will be a fantastic match!"
His shout instantly attracted the attention of the surrounding students, who all became eager to hear what he had to say.
George and Fred exchanged a pleased glance. They decided to leave the professional work to the professionals, and Lee Jordan's words were more effective than their own.
Harry Potter and Silan Prewett.
One is the Boy Who Lived survived and ended the life of the Dark Lord. The other is a rising star, a prodigy sought after by two Potions Masters.
Putting everything else aside, just based on their reputations alone, this match is worth watching.
Those who wanted to leave stopped, and those who had already left rushed back.
The crowd gathered again.
The Slytherin students had noticed the commotion, but because there were so many people gathered, and it was Gryffindor had caused it, they were too embarrassed to go over.
Draco glanced at the gathered crowd and shook his head dismissively. "I've seen those before. They're just moving Magical Creatures models. Attacking each other like that, how stupid!"
"Only childish people play this kind of game."
These words were spoken with absolute certainty and maturity, as if he were already a successful adult wizard.
Several people around him, upon hearing his words, pretended to be uninterested and prepared to leave, but their eyes still kept glancing at the crowd.
They discovered that the crowd that had just formed a circle had suddenly parted, and a red-haired Weasley had squeezed out of the crowd.
After leaving the crowd, Ron went straight to the Slytherin table to find Silan, who was already waiting there.
When they saw him looking for Silan, the Slytherin students all stopped in their tracks and turned to look in their direction.
The students gathered around the Gryffindor table also turned their gazes in this direction, whispering among themselves.
"Potter versus Prewett, just thinking about it is exciting!"
Who do you think will win?
"Who knows? According to Ron, Prewett also has a model of Hippogriff, so the outcome is uncertain now."
The noisy crowd gathered together, whispering amongst themselves. Their voices were impossible to muffle, and the Slytherin easily overheard things like "Potter vs. Prewett." This piqued the interest of many.
Goyle took a Cake from the table, glanced at the Gryffindor table, and his thick lips collided like sausages:
"Draco, shall we go take a look?"
To be honest, Draco was genuinely curious.
Potter and Prewett, these two are exactly what he's been longing for, making him really want to get closer and take a look.
He was about to feign annoyance and suggest that it wouldn't hurt to go take a look when Crabbe suddenly spoke up, "Don't be silly, Goyle Draco wouldn't be interested in these childish games."
Draco opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Silan had already followed Ron toward the Gryffindor table.
Everyone automatically made way for Silan, followed by curious Slytherin students.
Draco stared wide-eyed at Silan, then glanced anxiously at Harry, who flashed past in the crowd, his heart burning with impatience.
A duel under the spotlight—this is a scene many have dreamed of.
Draco dreamed of playing in such a match.
"Whichever one of them is worthy of being my opponent. Without me, this duel is meaningless." Draco's mind raced as he pondered how to get through this.
"Let's go, Draco," Crabbe urged.
"Shut up, I don't need you to tell me what to do," Draco said, feigning profundity. "Let's not leave yet. Whoever wants to fight Potter, I, Draco, will lend a hand. And maybe I can even discover their weakness."
"Let's go take a look," Draco said with a wave of his hand, his expression serious.
Goyle and Crabbe exchanged a glance, realizing what was going on. "As expected of Malfoy, even in such a childish game, he doesn't forget to observe his opponent. That's impressive!"
The three of them set off with high spirits and great ambition.
The crowd grew larger and larger.
As Silan walked through the crowd, everyone automatically made way for him, allowing him to reach the Gryffindor long table without any obstruction.
"The exciting battle is about to begin!" Lee Jordan quickly got into commentary mode.