A Question from Potter

"This... was that right? It seemed right, but it also felt like something was off..."

Bellows took his drink back and, before he knew it, had finished a whole glass. Perhaps it was the protective effect of a wizard's magic, or perhaps he simply had a decent tolerance for alcohol, but Bellows did not collapse face-first like Jasper had the first time he drank.

Still, waves of drowsiness washed over him. After thinking it over, he decided to shower tomorrow morning and went straight to bed.

"Of course something was off..."

Manus sighed.

Forcibly demanding that wizards hand over their wands was not about whether they needed to cast spells. It was about the fact that even if I did not use mine, you still had no right to forbid me from having it.

Something was definitely going to go wrong then.

Still, Manus had no intention of skipping the trip because of that. When had the Quidditch World Cup ever passed without some sort of incident? A glance through old newspapers and their past reports would tell anyone that.

Even without this little episode, this Quidditch World Cup would not have been peaceful.

Of course, there were different degrees of trouble. Slughorn and Flitwick, two professors, were among those going this time. And compared with when he had first enrolled, Manus himself had grown far stronger.

Manus felt that even if they encountered a minor accident, they should be capable of handling it.

Surely it would not turn into an outright riot, with thousands of spectators, the Quidditch Committee, and even Australia's Ministry of Magic fighting head-on, would it?

The next morning, Manus looked at the breakfast spread, laden with fat, and sighed. Unable to bear it any longer, he made himself a bowl of salad.

He used iceberg