If You Love Him, Tattoo Him on Your Chest

Quidditch's popularity continued into its second week, with everyone still discussing it enthusiastically.

On Thursday at noon, Hermione sat at the dining table reading aloud from a thick notebook.

She was surrounded by a large group of students, like believers.

Hermione was constantly engrossed in "Quidditch Through the Ages," and seeing how anxious she was, William tidied up his Quidditch notes a bit.

This contains his ball-playing skills, as well as tactical points he has been constantly collecting.

Top students' notes are always the most sought-after strategic resources, especially before exams.

The first-year Gryffindor students are having their first Flying Class this afternoon, and everyone is eager to be on their toes 24/7.

Whether it's useful or not, it's still a top student's notes. Even if it's just for show and only provides psychological comfort, it's still good.

It's much more reliable than what teachers say, such as "the whole book is important" or "what I teach are all exam points."

Everyone thought so, and many first-year wizards gathered around her, listening attentively as Hermione read aloud.

The girl perked up, looking like an excellent class representative for Chinese language.

Soon, a row of owls flew in.

Malfoy received a large package, which he opened to find it full of various imported candies.

He boasted loudly, telling his Slytherin classmates not to be shy.

In fact, no one was polite to him. The package had only been on the table for five seconds when everyone rushed over and took all the candy.

This feeling is a lot like sending a red envelope, opening it, and finding that the red envelope... has already been claimed.

Pansy managed to snatch a heart-shaped chocolate and offered to share it with Malfoy, but he coldly refused.

Although Malfoy was heartbroken that he hadn't eaten a single candy, he still boasted magnanimously:

"We have plenty of these candies at home. If you like them, I'll have my dad deliver them to you every day. I'll get angry with anyone who tries to be polite with me."

It's so pitiful, that person hasn't received a single letter, let alone a gift.

Malfoy glanced at Harry, seemingly speaking to him on purpose.

William could hear Malfoy's voice even from a great distance.

He saw through the truth at a glance.

Malfoy was less showing off and more subtly hinting to Harry that he should ask him for candy.

Unfortunately, Harry remained unmoved, angrily biting into the pineapple cake as if it were Malfoy's head.

Ron, oblivious to Harry's unusual behavior, was loudly complaining.

"I'm your own brother! You want me to pay you to ride a flying broomstick for a bit?!"

"So we'll only charge you five Sickle, half the price," Fred said earnestly.

But I don't have five Sickle!

"Then you can wait until your Flying Class this afternoon and ride the school's Nimbus 1700, that's pretty good too," George laughed.

"You guys have made so much money, enough to buy Nimbus 2000. Sickle?!"

Fred chuckled and said, "Look at what you're saying, five Sickle n't money, is it?"

Ron bit into the bread with resentment, as if it were his twin brother.

Not far away, Neville also received a gift; Mrs. Longbottom sent a small package.

Neville excitedly opened it; inside was a glass sphere, seemingly filled with white smoke.

"This is Remembrall!" Neville explained. "Grandma knows I'm always forgetful—it tells you if you've forgotten something."

"Look, you're holding it tightly, like this, if it turns red—oh..."

Neville's face immediately fell, and the Remembrall suddenly glowed red.

Neville desperately tried to recall what he had forgotten... but no, he hadn't forgotten anything.

Far away in the History of Magic classroom, Trevor was standing in front of the glass window, squawking frantically.

The last class in Gryffindor in the morning was History of Magic. Trevor only dozed off at his desk for a while, and when he woke up, he found that no one was around him.

The classroom door was locked, and Professor Binns had dragged his transparent body through the wall and left, leaving only the toad, aimlessly searching for Neville...

Inside the restaurant, Neville was still desperately trying to remember.

For some unknown reason, Malfoy suddenly got up and left the Slytherin table.

He passed the dining table in Gryffindor and suddenly snatched the Remembrall from Neville's hand.

Harry and Ron jumped up, seemingly eager to fight Malfoy to vent their anger.

Malfoy also looked at Harry defiantly, completely ignoring Ron.

However, Professor McGonagall was always more perceptive than other teachers in noticing when something was wrong. She had just been chatting with Dumbledore, and in the blink of an eye, she was at the dining table.

Hermione was so surprised she couldn't even continue reading, seemingly quite interested in this ability to quickly pinpoint the source of trouble.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall squinted.

"Malfoy stole my Remembrall, Professor," Neville said hastily.

Malfoy, his face grim, quickly tossed the Remembrall back onto the table.

The attempt to pick up a girl has failed!

"Just you wait and see," he said, then hurriedly slipped away.

Neville still couldn't remember what he'd lost. He looked dejected. "Did I forget the map somewhere? I think I definitely lost it."

George rubbed his forehead slightly. "Neville, at this rate you're dropping maps, are you sure your allowance will be enough?"

Neville would simply buy new maps once they were all lost, but William and his men were too embarrassed to sell them.

Others use one card a year, but he uses seven a week; that's an outrageous rate.

"How about we have William carve a Hogwarts Map on your knee?" Fred suggested earnestly.

"That's a good idea," George laughed. "I heard from William that Dumbledore has a map of the London Underground etched on his knee."

George's voice was loud enough for many students to hear, and they all looked at William, seemingly very interested in this explosive news.

Autumn and Marietta too.

William took a cup of black tea and sipped it slowly.

Don't look at me like that, I've never seen that before.

When I asked Dumbledore for the map last year, he was the one who told me about it.

He also told me to make the map better, not like the complicated London Underground, which is extremely unfriendly to wizards, making it impossible to even find a toilet...

Despite William's statement, rumors spread fastest at Hogwarts.

Before afternoon classes even started, rumors were already circulating: Dumbledore had drawn a Hogwarts Map on his back, and he had a tattoo on his chest of a blond wizard.

If you love him, get a tattoo of him on your chest!

Everyone spoke with absolute certainty, as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes; even William was starting to believe it.

In the afternoon, William and Autumn followed the group to the greenhouse, where Professor Sprout was already waiting for them at the door.

Professor Sprout was a short, stocky witch with a patched hat over her flowing hair and clothes that were always covered in dirt.

Everyone liked her; she had a good temper and always brought out some strange and unusual plants to amuse everyone.

Professor Sprout is somewhat like Hagrid; she has a fondness for strange flowers and plants.

However, she maintains a good balance, avoiding particularly dangerous plants, which is a completely different style from Hagrid's.

"It's still the Third Greenhouse today!" Professor Sprout said.

They spent their first year in the Greenhouse One, and only entered the Third Greenhouse for the first time last week.

The plants in the Third Greenhouse are more interesting, but also more dangerous.

Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt and opened the door. William smelled a damp earth and fertilizer scent mixed with a rich floral fragrance.

The flowers were as big as umbrellas and hung from the ceiling.

Professor Sprout, who was lagging behind, stopped William.

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