"What's going on? Did Prewett cheat?" someone muttered.
Those who heard this looked at Silan with strange eyes. Could someone like him really cheat in a game?
George and Fred quickly explained, "This isn't cheating. Of the three cards Silan used, one is a command card exclusive to the Hippogriff, and it doesn't consume action points the first time it's used in each battle."
Some of the clever ones quickly grasped the meaning and analyzed it rapidly:
"So, all that time Prewett was playing defensively and discarding cards just to wait for this turn?"
More and more people are realizing this.
"Was he discarding cards and playing defensively all along just to quickly draw cards and pass turns, waiting for a chance to deliver a fatal blow?"
That's about it.
"But why make it so complicated?"
"Who knows? Every game has its own way of playing. Maybe he just enjoys the feeling of killing his opponent in one blow?" someone speculated.
The audience nodded in agreement. "Oh, so that's what Prewett was thinking."
Silan nodded repeatedly, "Oh, so that's what I was thinking!"
Draco glanced at the Hippogriff model slowly returning to its original state in front of Harry, and curled his lip in disdain. "Potter is incompetent. It seems that only I, Draco Malfoy, am qualified to be Prewett's true rival."
He took out his list of goals that he always carried with him and wrote down a new goal on it.
Magical Creatures model battles.
"To compete with Prewett, I need a model too..." Draco thought to himself.
Snape glanced at Harry with disdain from the stands, but when he looked at Silan, his gaze softened, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.
"Well done, as expected of my student, you're even better than Potter's son."
"If these two, father and son, could learn even the slightest good from Lily, they wouldn't be this foolish!"
After the duel ended, almost the entire audience stood up, excitedly discussing the battle. Some impatient ones couldn't help but ask George and Fred about the model sales. The Great Hall became lively again.
Amidst the bustling crowd, Lavender and Parvati somehow slipped up beside Hermione, flanking her on either side.
Miss Granger nudged them with her elbow, feeling a little uncomfortable, but the two of them ended up taking her arm instead.
Lavender and Parvati exchanged knowing smiles as they blinked at Hermione at a rate that was slower than a mosquito flapping its wings.
"You two, get to the point," Hermione said helplessly.
"I'm so envious of Prewett! How could she win both the competition and her heart?" Lavender said with a smile.
"What does this have to do with me?!" Hermione retorted instinctively, but immediately regretted it.
Parvati drew out a long "Oh," and teased with a smile, "So you've won Miss Granger's heart, huh?"
Hermione glared at them, then walked away with a chewing, stubborn air.
"How much do these models cost? Tell me quickly, Weasley!" some impatient students asked anxiously.
George and Fred exchanged a glance, gave everyone a comical bow, waved their hands excitedly, and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your interest in our new product!"
"If needed, please purchase it near Pippin's Potions on Hogsmeade Day next week!"
"I just want to know how much the Hippogriff model costs!" someone shouted.
This statement expressed everyone's feelings, and many people echoed it loudly:
"Yeah, Weasley, stop teasing us!"
"The Galleons in my pocket are starting to beg you to adopt them."
"I can't guarantee that, because all the models for sale have the same outer packaging, and even we can't tell which model is inside," George explained quickly.
Fred immediately added what George hadn't finished saying, "So, limited edition models like the Hippogriff can't be bought directly; you can only get them through a lottery."
"You heartless profiteers!" someone shouted through gritted teeth, then asked urgently, "So how much does each model cost?"
"Five Galleons." George and Fred squinted, looking like misers.
This price was agreed upon with Silan beforehand.
The profit margin isn't very high, but it's not low either. They want to make this kind of game accessible to everyone, so they can't price it too high, otherwise it will be difficult to promote.
The students, who were immediately interested, started thinking, "Christmas is just around the corner, why not just give this as a Christmas present?"
"Alright, you two Mr. Weasleys, this isn't a place for you to advertise. The rest of you, get back to the common room, immediately. Curfew is about to start." After George and Fred finished speaking, Professor McGonagall glared at them irritably, waved her wand, and restored the Great Hall to its original state.
George and Fred shrank back, not forgetting to shout at the top of their lungs as they left, "Don't forget, Hogsmeade Day next week!"
Limited quantities available, so act fast!
As a seasoned wanted criminal, Sirius has developed a strong mentality.
Even when the Leaky Cauldron was at its busiest, he dared to push open the door and ask Old Tom for a hot Butterbeer.
Of course, he had taken the Polyjuice Potion beforehand and disguised himself as an old wizard.
Although he was a fugitive, he had money, so buying these Potions would be quite easy for him.
"Phew... it's really cold outside. A Butterbeer, please." Sirius took off his top hat and shook off the Dew.
After the Butterbeer arrived, Sirius found an empty seat and sat down, sipping it casually, but his ears were constantly perked up, listening to the conversation of the wizards sitting next to him.
"You wouldn't believe it, but a few days ago I was invited to the Malfoy Manor to attend a Potions auction." A well-dressed middle-aged wizard straightened his collar with a flourish, deliberately building suspense. "Guess who I met?"
"Come on, Reggie, a coachman like you got invited? I bet you just peeked through the crack in the door."
The wizard opposite the lightning strike gave a disdainful sneer.
"Shut up!" Reggie glared at him.
"Who did you run into? Tell us quickly," someone urged.
Sirius moved closer without making a sound, sipping his Butterbeer and listening quietly.
"Potions Master Professor Snape, and his genius student, Prewett, whom both Professor Snape and Master Charlemagne were vying to take as a student!" Reggie said in a low voice, deliberately using a loud and boisterous tone.
Topics involving these famous figures always easily pique people's interest.
There was a moment of silence, then a flurry of chatter broke out:
"Professor Snape? What's he doing there? He doesn't need to buy Potions at all, does he?"
"Prewett? Is that the Prewett?"
"Tell me quickly, Reggie, what happened next?"
Faced with a chorus of urging, Reggie slowly finished his drink, smiling as he said, "My glass is empty, and I'm too thirsty to speak."
Sirius waved to Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron: "Give him a beer, it's on me."
"Thank you." Reggie tipped his hat to him.
"Go on, my friend. I'd like to hear it too," Sirius said with a smile.
The beer arrived, Reggie took a huge gulp, his large nose turning bright red. "Where was I? Oh... Professor Snape and Prewett. You'd never guess, this Potions auction was a collaboration between Lucius and Prewett, and they made 20,000 Galleons in one night!"
Sirius choked on his Butterbeer upon hearing this, then turned and stared blankly at Reggie.
20,000 Galleons for one night?!
"Is this true?" Sirius wiped his mouth and asked incredulously.
"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes," Reggie said with absolute certainty.
Sirius couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. "My nephew is truly extraordinary; he can cause trouble in the Wizarding World even while still at school..."
"Prewett? He's just a child. Why doesn't Lucius just work with Professor Snape?" someone asked Reggie curiously.
"Hey," Reggie scoffed, "The Authorization Order to sell Potions was given to Professor Snape by his own student. Lucius just benefited from it."
"Wow, Professor Snape values this student so much?" Everyone was taken aback.
"What do you think? He almost got into a fight with Master Charlemagne at Hogwarts." Reggie smiled, his eyes narrowed.
"Oh dear, I thought it was just a rumor."
Reggie turned to Sirius, "What did you say, friend...?"
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened suddenly, and his red nose turned deathly pale with fright.
The others stared blankly at Sirius. Some accidentally knocked over their glasses, and some spilled their drinks from their gaping mouths before they could even swallow.
Sirius touched his face, smiled at the wizards in the shop, and put on his top hat. "It seems that even seasoned fugitives can be exposed when they forget the effects of the drug."
"It's Black!" People finally realized and exclaimed in surprise.
"Go and call Auror!"
The wizards cried out and retreated towards the door, causing a severe congestion.
"Check, please." Sirius pulled a Galleon from his pocket and tossed it casually to Mr. Tom.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing. You don't need to be so afraid of me." Sirius shrugged. "I didn't kill those 13 Muggles back then. There's more to the story."
"I think you've probably already heard about it, but I still want to say it again: I'm not a snitch who betrays his friends."
After saying that, Sirius used Apparate and disappeared.