How the Hell Would One More Rich Person in the World Hurt? The Earth Wouldn't Explode :)

Over the next few days at school, Harry kept looking for Sirius without thinking, though he didn't see him every time.

"Harry, what are you looking at?" Ron finally asked. Class had just ended, and Harry was looking around again on their way to the next lesson. Harry glanced behind him and shook his head. "I think I just saw Professor Lupin and Sirius," he whispered.

Hermione came over, frowning. "What? But Professor Lupin's class is next. He shouldn't be here..." She suddenly thought of something, and her eyes widened. "Yesterday was the full moon!?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other. The realization hit Ron like a bolt from the blue. "So today's Defence Against Dark Magic Class is with Snape!!!?"

"Hurry! We absolutely can't be late!!!"

The group raced off, clutching their books.

Meanwhile, in the group chat-

Professor Snape's Greasy-Hair Diffuser: I'm so bored, guys.

Magpie: When I'm at school, I want to go home. When I'm home, I miss school.

Bug Ming: I feel like all I do at home is eat and sleep, then sleep and eat. It's so dull.

Oh My Mother: That's why I chose to travel far away 😎

Wants to See GGAD Get Married: Where are you going, Teacher Di?

Oh My Mother: Xi'an~

Oh My Mother: Looking for some material to draw.

Mischief-Making and Trauma-Inducing Expert: Teacher Di, you'll always be my god

Cedric's Underpants: Amen to Teacher Di 🙏

Cedric's Underpants: Speaking of which, Cedric hasn't been online lately. I feel so empty as a Cedric fan.

A Grain of Uncooked Rice in Hufflepuff House: Yeah... I miss Cedric's livestreams.

Hello Everyone, I Am Quidditch: What was that? Did a Wood fan say something?

Wang Qiu: Boo-hoo, I've barely ever seen Senior Wood show up.

My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: Well, yes, but

My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: The Quidditch match is tomorrow, everyone. Wood's too busy torturing us to check the group chat.

Proprietress Number Two: Tell us exactly how he's torturing you 😏 *gets dragged away*

Cold Candy: ...

Bug Ming: Damn, then Ced is probably training too.

Harry Is Mine: 🤔

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: But don't Dementors show up at this Quidditch match and Harry's broom breaks? [This message has been recalled]

My Older Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: damn it!! Recall that, quick! Wood can't see it!!

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: Fuck? Didn't you say Wood wasn't checking?

My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: Ha... I just saw him pick up his phone.

"What can't you let me see?" Wood had taken a rare look at the group chat, hoping to find some useful information, only to see the twins telling someone to recall a message. He came over to them, frowning.

Fred and George turned their heads away in perfect unison.

"Nothing."

"Wood, you should be resting and saving your strength. How can you be looking at your phone?"

"Exactly, exactly. Go finish making the perfect plan so we can crush them tomorrow!"

Wood was puzzled, but he didn't care. "Then you're not allowed to slack off anymore! I want one hundred percent focus at practice this afternoon!"

As soon as Wood left, Fred and George felt as though they'd aged ten years.

"Brother... we dug ourselves into a hole..."

Fred and George put their arms around each other's shoulders, comforting one another. From behind, they looked especially aggrieved.

"We'll have to make Harry pay us back properly for this."

"Absolutely!"

The twins' moods came and went quickly. Before long, they were laughing and joking as they headed to their next class.

George's Ear Hole: It's been three seconds. We can start the funeral feast now 🐶

Fred and George's Official Girlfriend: It's been a minute and the twins still haven't come online 🐶

[Admin] !: I'll sit at the kids' table 🐶

My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: ?

My Older Brother Is Farting: ?

The Weasley Family's Goddess of War: Pfft.

Ginny laughed out loud without the slightest restraint in front of her screen, enjoying her twin brothers' rare embarrassment with Luna beside her.

"Your brothers really are popular," Luna said with a laugh as she watched the group members tease the twins. Ginny lifted her head, unable to hide a hint of pride. Mischievous as the twins were, Ginny really loved her brothers, and she couldn't help feeling proud to see how popular and well liked they were.

"Maybe they just like watching them play pranks," Ginny said, pretending not to care, though the smile on her face gave her away. "Fred and George even said they wanted to become the kings of pranks."

Luna nodded with a small smile. "Then they'll definitely succeed."

"That's Fred and George for you!" Ginny said. "Oh, right, Luna, do you want to come cheer for Gryffindor tomorrow?"

"Sure~"

The next day, the weather was terrible.

Bug Ming: Damn it, it's pouring where I live today.

Mrs. Malfoy Number Two: Ah, same here.

Deng Duoduo's Big Beard: Don't remind me. It's been raining all over the country lately.

Magpie: True, and Jam Hsiao just proposed.

Kerun: Fuck, the rain god.

Bug Ming: ...That explains it.

Professor Snape Is Mine: It's raining so hard the area outside my front door is flooded.

What's Wrong with Eating More?: bloody hell! It's raining here too! Quidditch is today!!!

Gryffindor Sword Saint: And the weather is terrible...

Magpie: Neville!!

Oh My Mother: Little Neville's online too!!!

Cedric's Underpants: Ahhh, it's Gryffindor against Hufflepuff today, right??

Ced Is Mine: Ahhh, Cedric!!!

Sending Shampoo to Snape: Please livestream it!!!

Senior Cedric's Own Younger Sister: Please livestream it!! I want to see Cedric, ahhh qwq

Knowledge Is Power: It's raining, and even we can barely see. I don't think we can.

Bug Ming: QAQ

[Admin] !: Minminzi, is there really no way? I don't need a clear view, as long as I can watch!!!

Hermione hesitated in front of her screen. There were a lot of people, and if the phone wasn't secure, it would be easy to lose.

Ron hadn't thought that far. "I don't see why we can't let them watch?" he said, eagerly preparing to hold up his phone and livestream the match for the group.

Behind the referee's stand, Dumbledore gazed solemnly at the sky. It was dark, with a thick mass of black clouds and constant thunder. The rain also made it hard to see, but Dumbledore kept his eyes fixed on the clouds, looking through them at the sky beyond.

He was ready too. He couldn't let the Dementors hurt the students.

[What's Wrong with Eating More? has started a voice call. Click to join.]

Ron's Chicken Leg: Fucking Accio!!!

Ron Seafood Market: Awww! I can't see anything, but I'm so excited!

Proprietress Number Two: Awww!! Have the twins come out yet? Has it started!! Has it started!

Voldemort Wig Wholesale: Ooooooh! I saw them come out!!

Bug Ming: ? Oh my god, what kind of eyesight is that?

Bug Ming: All I can see are a few dots flying around.

"That's Fred and George! They hit two Quaffles away." Ron squinted at the field, providing commentary for the group. Even the terrible weather couldn't dampen their love of Quidditch.

"Harry and Cedric flew up above the clouds!"

"Wait?!"

"Why did Dumbledore go up there too!!?"

All the group members could see was the screen shaking wildly and two dots shooting upward through the air.

Harry was incredibly nervous. Even though he knew he might be attacked, he couldn't bring himself to give up the chase. The Golden Snitch had already flown into the clouds, and Cedric felt the same way he did.

They would do their utmost.

Ron Seafood Market: What happened? What happened next?

Captain of the Head-Pressing Squad: Why did the livestream suddenly cut out? Is everyone okay? QAQ

Damn Muggle: Aha! Potter got attacked by Dementors!

Mrs. Malfoy Number Two: ???

What's Wrong with Eating More?: Shut up, Malfoy. Dumbledore drove the Dementors away. Harry's fine!!

My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: Instead of running your mouth, Malfoy, you'd better worry about what you're going to do in your own match.

Damn Muggle: What? I saw it. Harry's broom broke in half.

Damn Muggle: How are you going to play now?

Malfoy typed smugly. He'd finally found something he could use to talk back. So what if Potter hadn't been hurt? His broom had still broken in half, hadn't it?

Hahahahaha!

The House Cup would definitely belong to Slytherin this year.

Blaise gave him a brief glance, then looked at Theodore, who spread his hands as if to say that the young master still didn't know what he was about to face. A smile curled Blaise's lips, and he sent a meme he'd stolen from a group member: a black cat resting its cheek on its paw, eyes narrowed in leisure, with the caption "watching the show."

Mrs. Zabini: Cute! So cu- *gets dragged away*

Harry Is Mine: Is Harry okay now, then?

Hello Everyone, My Name Is Quidditch: So who caught the Golden Snitch?

My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: Harry's fine, but Cedric caught the Golden Snitch and passed out...

My Older Brother Is Farting: Gryffindor lost, and now Wood's out in the rain trying to drown himself.

Wants to Make Friends: I'm fine, but we lost...

Cedric's Underpants: qwq It's okay, Harry.

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: ! It's okay! It doesn't matter that the broom broke! Sirius will step in!

Oh My Mother: Right www

Ron Seafood Wholesale Market: Rich Sirius will come find you with his Firebolt www

Must Win This Year: What? A Firebolt??!

Damn Muggle: What did you say?! Sirius!!!?

Hello Everyone, My Name Is Quidditch: ? Yay, it's Wood!

Mrs. Malfoy Number Two: www The young master's reaction is killing me.

Gossiping Little Eagle Watching Online: Hahahahaha

Loves Higgs So Much: A little shock from the rich www

Bug Ming: There are so many rich people in the world. Why can't there be one more?

Magpie: Boo, would the Earth explode if I were rich too?

[Admin] Yan: I just finished my exam. What did I miss? Waaah.

After seeing the messages in the group, Wood charged off, practically flying into the castle.

"Was that Wood who just went flying past?" Fred could hardly believe his eyes.

Harry: ?

"Harry! Is it true Sirius is giving you a Firebolt? Hasn't he given it to you yet? When will it get here?" Wood's eyes shone, and the word "Firebolt" was written all over his face. He gripped Harry's shoulders as though he'd just spotted some treasure.

Wood had only just come running back from the rain, and even his hair was wet. But after hearing the word "Firebolt," he felt the House Cup was within reach again this year! After all, his dream was to play Quidditch for a professional team, and with that victory as a stepping stone, things were bound to go smoothly.

"I-I don't know when it'll get here. Wood, calm down first." Harry's glasses were nearly shaken off.

Only then did Wood calm down. He walked away muttering to himself, water still dripping from him.

"Is Wood all right?" Hermione asked, stunned. Fred and George glanced at each other and shook their heads. "On the contrary, he's doing great now."

"No one can resist a Firebolt." Ron looked up at the sky.

"Sirius really is a good man," the three Weasley brothers remarked.

Harry & Hermione: ??

Harry was confused, but he nodded.

"That's true!"

Hermione: ...

What on earth had the group members taught Harry?

"A Firebolt?" Lupin looked surprised. "Sirius, are you sure that won't raise suspicions?"

Deep in the woods, Lupin stood facing Sirius, who nodded as though it were only natural. "Harry is my godson. Of course he deserves the best." For a moment, Lupin found his old friend's way of thinking hard to understand.

Sirius, however, waved a hand dismissively. "I've never cared about those wanted notices and things, but you know what, Remus?" His eyes shone as he looked steadily at Lupin. "Harry knows everything. I'm not the one he hates. Just like me, he hates Peter Pettigrew for getting James and Lily killed."

Lupin was at a loss for words. He himself had only learned that Peter Pettigrew wasn't dead after seeing Sirius. He had always believed his friend, but it was still shocking that Harry had learned everything beforehand.

"Perhaps I should congratulate you, but what do you plan to do next? You can't just find Peter Pettigrew and kill him. You need to clear your name, and Harry needs a guardian too." Lupin chose his words carefully. "His aunt and uncle won't even sign his Hogsmeade permission form."

Sirius frowned. "They're Muggles. If it were me, I'd sign it without Harry even needing to explain."

Lupin looked at his old friend, sighed softly, and changed the subject. "What will you do next? Have you found Peter?"

"Finding someone at Hogwarts has never been hard." Sirius grinned roguishly. Lupin caught on and said with a smile, "Though after all this time, some even more mischievous students might have taken it."

"Oh? Is there a group at Hogwarts even better than we were back then?" Sirius's interest was piqued. The Marauders' name had resounded throughout Hogwarts in their day.

Lupin smiled. "I think you'll really like them."

"George, why do I feel like someone's talking about us?"

Fred, lying on his bed, had suddenly let out a loud sneeze for no apparent reason. He spoke to George, who was beside him.

George lay on his back on his bed and said rather dismissively, "Did it? Maybe you did something guilty, Fred."

"Ha?! Heaven and earth bear witness! The Weasley Twins never do anything guilty!"

That's because you two don't have consciences at all!!

Lee Jordan, who shared their dorm, grumbled inwardly.

The two of them were having a great time playing with their phones.

They had just never let anyone else take a single look!!!