"It's the Quidditch World Cup, my dad wrote asking if you want to go see the match, he's already getting ready to buy tickets, he wanted to ask if you have other plans, whether you'll come with us." Sylvia stared into Will's eyes. "You'll go, right?"
The Quidditch World Cup... Will remembered, there would be a Quidditch World Cup this summer holiday, this thing was just like the Muggle World Cup, once every four years, this was the wizarding world's grand event, a huge number of wizards would come to England to watch the match.
Will actually hadn't taken it to heart all along, he was even about to forget about this matter, after all he had never liked how many people engaged in aerial combat to catch the Snitch, he thought about it, what happened during the Quidditch World Cup?
He remembered—a massive riot.
Well, Will rubbed his head, and spoke, "Of course, I'll go, say hello to your father for me."
"You can ask him yourself during the summer holiday, I'm going back to rest." Sylvia looked in a good mood, pushed open the door and left the Room of Requirement.
Will shrugged, letting Anco send up a glass of iced grape juice.
For the next period of time, Will's life was quite fulfilling, aside from everyday classes and tutoring, he delved into Ancient Magic, headed to Sirius's house to find materials, and taught Sylvia magic.
And the frequency of Will's tutoring trips to Hogsmeade decreased, because his Old English proficiency was already quite good, and old Seamus also liked Will disturbing him less—the old man was busy drinking every day.
Dumbledore occasionally chatted with Will, but the main content was always about a powerful wizard's self-restraint, which made Will's premonition in his heart grow stronger and stronger—Dumbledore