Failure's Cause and Bearing Fruit

While everyone else at Hogwarts was talking about the upcoming Halloween.

Ryan, however, had no rest.

This is the downside of multithreaded operations.

This is all because of Phoebe.

Luna, Hermione, Kate, Penelope, and Nagini are different.

As a student at Beauxbatons, she was furious and frustrated because the school team finished third in the competition.

In her opinion, it was normal for Hogwarts, with Penelope, Kate, and Ryan, to get first place.

However, Durmstrang has no connection with Ryan.

In her opinion, second place should be Beauxbatons' for the taking.

But the reality of finishing third deeply stung her.

More importantly, before setting off, she had assured Gabrielle that they would definitely come in second place.

The bleak reality made it almost impossible for her to face Gabrielle's big, round eyes.

And so, in that secret world hidden on the rock wall behind the Forbidden Forest, the seemingly ordinary large bed began to shake violently once again.

Two hours later.

Phoebe and Ryan peeked out from under a quilt woven with Unicorn Hair and filled with Phoenix Feather.

Phoebe's face was flushed and covered with a light sheen of sweat.

She tossed her hair, which was stuck to her shoulders because of the sweat.

She rolled her eyes at Ryan and said while putting on her clothes, "This time it's okay, my clothes weren't torn."

After putting on the light blue robe, she sat sideways on the edge of the large bed, revealing her long, straight, ivory-white legs.

Her delicate, slender feet, without a single visible vein, were slipped into fluffy slippers under the bed.

Ryan, standing to the side, shed bitter tears.

In order to appease Phoebe, he had no choice but to offer his pure body again.

After it was all over, Phoebe cared about was whether her clothes were damaged!

The world has been too cruel to such an innocent little boy like him.

But he responded with a song.

"No, I need to strike while the iron is hot," Ryan thought to himself.

If the problem isn't solved, it will always be a problem.

Phoebe might use this to manipulate and humiliate him.

He's still a child, and he can't stand the exploitation he's now experiencing, which is comparable to a more powerful Veela -like version of Phoebe.

Then he continued, "Phoebe, do you know why your Beauxbatons is second to last?"

"Why?" Phoebe lay down on Ryan's lower abdomen, turned her head to look up at Ryan's face and asked.

Slender, pale fingers traced circles on Ryan's eight-pack abs.

She had just vented her anger and was in a good mood.

"Like the students of Castelobruxo, you haven't grasped the essence of the other name for these three War Magic: group magic—group."

"So, it's because I'm too strong?"

No, is that Ilvas stronger than me?

"He has—" Phoebe said, her head shifting again towards her indescribable area.

"You've tried both topical and oral treatments—cough cough, anyway, he's definitely not as good as you."

There's a reason why the rankings in this competition are like this.

Durmstrang was known for its War Magic.

So after Dumbledore uttered the words "mass magic".

They noticed the key points.

If Krum hadn't been ostracized and hadn't been prevented from practicing with students who had similar spells...

Maybe they'll be number one this time.

Hogwarts, due to the Sorting, was divided into four houses that were relatively more united than yours.

Now, united by a shared goal, they have come together again.

Almost every student joined in this atmosphere.

It's perfectly normal for them to come in first.

As for Castelobruxo, that 'Ilvas' prestige was too high.

They are not even as good as their principal.

His ability to foresee the future is limited to what he sees happening within the next 7 seconds.

It won't have much effect in this game.

As a result, during the competition, not a single student dared to match his spell.

To give an analogy, it's like a group of people playing a game.

The secret to winning the game is to keep the cups level.

However, someone's status is too lofty.

No one dared to stand still; some even lowered their cups slightly as a sign of respect.

Therefore, Castelobruxo -place finish is not surprising at all.

Why haven't you mentioned our school yet?

"Why are you making up stories about the reasons for other schools' victories and defeats?" Phoebe squinted.

Ryan's eyes darted around. "Well, how should I put it?"

You probably guessed it already.

Other students at your school are very cooperative.

But you're too strong.

You're unwilling—

Ouch! No, I just had another one!

If the rest of Hogwarts is filled with laughter and joy...

But there was only one place where a deep sorrow and grief always lingered.

In the Slytherin Head of House's office in the basement.

Surrounded by Lily's photograph on the wall, Snape was fast asleep, his head buried in his elbows, leaning against a long table laden with Potions ingredients and parchment.

However, his forehead, pressed tightly against his arm, was furrowed, as if he were thinking about something sad.

Snape, Snape

Snape who doesn't wash his hair

Snape, Snape

Big-nosed Snape

Snape, Snape

"Snape in his black underwear." The catchy nursery rhyme, James Potter's smiling face, and the pointing fingers of those around him resurfaced in his mind.

To make matters worse, a red-haired figure was peeking out from the crowd.

The magic of sorrow, anger, and resentment manifested around Snape in his sleep.

They are like Herbology, brewed into poison in an invisible crucible.

It was tempered onto the invisible sword that subsequently appeared.

In his dream, the scene on the train reappeared, and James raised an invisible sword.

"'Gryffindor, where courage lies buried deep within!' Just like my father."

The sword, coated with deadly poison, began to split violently, from one to three, from three to ten, from ten to a hundred.

"The Sectumsempra!" This spell, invented by Snape, inexplicably reappeared in Snape's mind.

He opened his eyes.

On the wall, the images of James Potter in those Lily photos, which were covered by magic tape, suddenly showed signs of being hacked.

Above, the protective spell cast by Ryan began to gradually appear.

However, hundreds of swords tempered with the most poison relentlessly slashed and bounced back, breaking through the protective spell, which was now without any foundation.

Click!

The wall cracked open.

At the same time, the image of James Potter under the magic tape also shattered.

However, to everyone's surprise, Lily's photos, and the parts of the photos that were hacked open that belonged to Lily, were completely unharmed.

"I finally did it!" Ryan said with a smile as he read a book with Kate in the library.

Those photos, which were protected by Ryan and had James Potter added to them, were not only a form of revenge against Snape.

It was also a kind of motivation that Ryan deliberately gave to Snape.

Under the relentless barrage of photographs over the years, Snape was forced to involuntarily dredge up those painful memories.

Today has finally arrived, and the fruits of our labor have been borne.

His Sectumsempra actually broke through the level 6 demigod level protective spell left by Ryan.

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