In the End, He Bore It All Alone

At some point, a rumor suddenly began circulating at Hogwarts that Professor Lupin suffered from kidney deficiency.

There were only three people present at the time, so Lupin couldn't possibly spread such a rumor; if it did, he'd be a bachelor for life.

William wasn't that bored; it was just an excuse to brush off Harry.

That means it's only possible that Harry let it slip and it got out.

So Harry ended up in the hospital.

Well, there's no cause and effect between the two events, and Professor Lupin couldn't have caused Harry's strange injury.

Yes, Harry was suddenly hospitalized, and his injuries were quite strange.

His lip was injured... it was swollen all around, like a double-decker Orleans chicken burger.

Madam Pomfrey was very unhappy, and she complained again and again.

Previously, the focus was on other subjects, but this time it's finally targeting the issue of early romantic relationships.

Look at Harry's sexy, big lips. Based on her years of clinical experience, it must have taken at least seven or eight hours of continuous kissing to achieve that special effect.

Early romantic relationships are too dangerous! Hogwarts should explicitly prohibit such behavior!

Suddenly, rumors circulated at Hogwarts that Harry had kissed someone for a whole day and night and ended up seriously injured and hospitalized.

As one of only two witnesses, William naturally knew the truth.

Even when Boggart becomes Dementor, he cannot steal souls even by performing Dementor's Kiss.

But the aftereffect was... my mouth swelled up, so swollen it looked like I'd been hit by Disfigurement Kick.

Harry felt the truth was more shameful than the rumors!

He didn't want to become a laughing stock at Hogwarts.

So he pleaded with William and Lupin, with that hamburger-like mouth, not to tell anyone!

Otherwise, he... would jump off a building and commit suicide.

William and Professor Lupin had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Why do I say "reluctantly"? Because the next morning, the rumor had become: Harry kissed an unknown man for a day and a night, and was seriously injured and hospitalized.

Hiding in the Hospital Wing at night, wrapped in a cold blanket, Harry would weep, lamenting his bad luck and unfortunate fate.

His first kiss was taken by Malfoy, the second was "suspected" by Tom, and the third was unmistakably taken by Boggart.

Now those rumors are circulating again!

That's right!

Sigh, I'm so tired.

In the end, he bore it all alone.

In March, the weather gradually warmed up.

On the way to the Great Hall at noon, McGonagall carried two Firebolt on her shoulder and wore an Invisibility Cloak, looking very cool.

The Invisibility Cloak was plain and even a bit tacky, and went unnoticed. However, the two gleaming brooms attracted the attention of countless students.

Everyone followed Professor McGonagall, forming a long line like a crowd watching a giant panda, constantly glancing at the two Firebolt.

Professor McGonagall's stern gaze did not dampen everyone's enthusiasm.

"Hmm, here you go. We've tried every spell we could think of, and these items seem to be normal."

Professor McGonagall found William and his group at the entrance of the Great Hall.

Anne happily accepted the Firebolt, and the three little ones immediately huddled together and whispered among themselves.

Hermione was also holding her Invisibility Cloak, looking quite pleased with it. She planned to test its invisibility effect after finishing her meal.

From now on, when she goes out at night, William won't need to cast the Disillusionment Charm on her anymore.

"Professor, where's Harry's broom?" Ron squeezed through the crowd and asked loudly.

"I just delivered it to him at the Hospital Wing," Professor McGonagall said.

"Harry can't be discharged right now, so I thought... I could check the performance of his Firebolt."

Ron's eyes Winky up, and he deliberately spoke loudly.

After speaking, he immediately squeezed out of the crowd, leaving behind a host of envious glances.

Everyone crowded around, trying to touch the Firebolt.

Nobody could quite put their finger on what was so great about this broom, but since it was so expensive, it must be a good one!

McGonagall waved, William understood. He handed the Firebolt to Hermione and then squeezed out of the crowd.

Professor McGonagall found a secluded corner.

"William, do you remember what I told you last time... registering Quidditch moves?"

William nodded slightly.

In his match against Gryffindor, he used a very practical and difficult move to avoid being double-teamed.

Professor McGonagall submitted a motion naming application to the Quidditch Association.

"They've come to register this time. However, it wasn't just the Quidditch Association wizards who came; there were also..."

"The Director of the Department of Department of Magical Games and Sports of Ministry of Magic?" William replied.

McGonagall raised an eyebrow, surprised. "How did you know?"

"I heard it from someone else," William said with a smile.

"Well, William, I must say, you're very well-informed," Professor McGonagall said softly.

"Ludo is currently in the Headmaster's Office, discussing other matters with Professor Dumbledore."

"Then guess what it is? Since your information network is so extensive?" Professor McGonagall smiled, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.

"I think... we should be discussing the holding of the Triwizard Tournament?" William said after thinking for a moment.

"..."

McGonagall gaped, somewhat incredulous.

She stammered, "Oh, how did you know? I just learned about it from Dumbledore."

William quickly repeated Maxime's words and Hermione's analysis.

"Hmm." Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction, her eyebrows dancing with delight. "Hermione truly deserves to be Gryffindor's most outstanding student."

"The Triwizard Tournament is still under discussion, and whether it can be resumed is still undecided. You two need to keep it a secret for now," Professor McGonagall whispered.

William nodded.

"As the Department of Magical Games and Sports and a member of the association, Ludo will check your movements this afternoon and then register them."

Professor McGonagall seemed subtly excited.

"Of course, this is just a formality."

William hummed in agreement, not too worried.

"There's one more thing," Professor McGonagall in a low voice, her expression extremely serious.

"If Ludo invites you to join the Wimbourne Wasps, don't accept his offer."

"This club is rotten; it's not from Ludo's era anymore. It has no future."

The Wimbourne Wasps were founded in 1312. Their jerseys feature yellow and black stripes and a wasp on the front.

This team has had its glory days, winning the League Cup eighteen times and reaching the semi-finals of the Europe Cup twice.

Ludo is a legend of this team, helping them win three consecutive United Kingdom League Cup before retiring his number 58 jersey.

However, as Professor McGonagall said, this team was already rotten.

This is normal. Even the old "Big Three" and the famous Chudley Cannons have declined, let alone the Wimbourne Wasps.

William certainly won't join it.

The most popular team in the United Kingdom right now is undoubtedly the Tutshill Tornados.

Their dazzling playing style and outstanding record have attracted a large number of champion fans.

If William really wants to join a club, he'll definitely go to this team.

However, he felt that it would be more exciting to acquire a club and become its owner.

Nicolas is the owner of the Quiberon Quafflepunchers, the club with the most France League Cup titles.

Nicolas manages this team in three words: throw money at it!

We'll poach whichever player is the best.

If you can't dig it up, it means there isn't enough gold.

William wasn't that wealthy, but once he formed the club, he could hire Harry as the Seeker and Wood as the goalkeeper, and then Cleansweep England aside.

Absolutely perfect!

Professor McGonagall patted William on the shoulder and continued:

"One more thing, never agree to any of Ludo's bets."

He was a complete gambler, deeply in debt.

In the last Quidditch World Cup, they lost to me three times in a row, totaling 700 Galleon, but only gave me 200 in the end!

Professor McGonagall was indignant, as if she had never suffered such a great injustice in her life.

Wait a minute, my beloved Professor McGonagall.

While you're accusing Ludo of being a seasoned gambler, aren't you also inadvertently... revealing some of your own remarkable traits?

William sighed.

Hogwarts is indeed a strange place. The Potions Professor, who never washes his hair, is afraid of going bald, and the Transfiguration teacher... loves gambling on football.

That's true, what normal person would want to be a teacher at Hogwarts?

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