Won the Match, Lost at Life!

Professor McGonagall said the naming of Quidditch moves was just a formality... and it really was just a formality.

Ludo's main purpose for this trip was to persuade William to join the Big Wimbourne Wasps.

The club owner gets a hefty commission for signing such a talented player.

If you don't have money, who's going to help you recruit people? It's like relying on pure love to keep going.

Ludo himself actually hopes the Wimbourne Wasps will remain consistently poor.

The reason is simple: if his old team continues to win championships after he retires, how can his skill and historical status be demonstrated?

Wouldn't that give others the wrong impression that it doesn't matter whether he's there or not?

Fans are forgetful and fickle! Only when the old team continues to decline will everyone constantly reminisce about its divine intervention.

Besides, how many times have team legends and team owners fallen out? How many of them can part amicably and maintain a good relationship?

Even though the Wimbourne Wasps are barely surviving, he can still charge a fee each year to coach new players as a legend.

Another purpose of Ludo's trip was to ask William to teach the newly developed moves to the United Kingdom National Team's Chaser during the Easter holidays.

After a period of intensive training, once you've mastered it, you might be able to use it as a trump card in the Quidditch World Cup, catching people off guard.

Ludo also charges a commission when he helps the national team.

William coldly declined, citing lack of time.

Five Galleon an hour? Do you think I'm tutoring for free? That's cheap! Are you trying to get rid of my House-elf?

Wouldn't William be better off crafting more alchemical items himself instead of wasting his time?

Besides, just ask around the streets; would Professor Snape really offer one-on-one Potions tutoring for five Galleon an hour?

He knows nothing!

He would directly give the bidder a cup of specially made Wolfsbane Potion to sober them up.

William genuinely doesn't have time; he has a ton of things to do. He might consider it if he has some free time during the summer break.

But... it costs extra!

Although they didn't agree on either thing, William and Ludo still had a very pleasant conversation, especially discussing in depth the issue of betting on football with the Goblin.

A little gambling is fun, but big gambling is good for your health!

William has basically formulated a "health-building" strategy of harvesting the wealth of the Goblin leeks" to fill his own coffers.

William disliked gold, but that didn't stop him from filling his vaults with Galleon.

He knew he wouldn't be able to rob anyone like this again for another four years, so he absolutely couldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

This is somewhat similar to how, after the pandemic in the previous life, the naive investors were surprised to find that stocks had actually surged.

So all the leeks are trying to shout:

Brothers, the bull market is here! If you miss this one, who knows how many years you'll have to wait!

The daughter-in-law disagreed, so they've already divorced; the son objected, so the child was just sent to an orphanage; the daughter had objections, so the child is getting married immediately without a dowry... All the money, just go all in!

With this mindset, most retail investors might as well line up on rooftops.

William is not a gambler, doesn't like betting on sports, and certainly doesn't want to be taken advantage of.

However, he had the "standard answer" provided by Nicolas: it would be really unreasonable not to take the opportunity to Goblin a bunch of gamblers and send them lining up to jump off the roof.

William is the embodiment of justice, the Batman of the Wizarding World!

Easter Eve,

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff played their last Quidditch Match.

Gryffindor defeated Hufflepuff by ten points to advance and Ravenclaw in the final.

Hufflepuff was very unwilling to accept defeat in this match.

Their two-hundred-point lead over Gryffindor in the tournament is a testament to the team's strength.

If the badgers win the race, they will immediately advance to the finals to compete against Ravenclaw for the championship.

For Gryffindor to reach the finals, the conditions are rather stringent: they must catch the Golden Snitch after leading by fifty points.

Hufflepuff initially had a significant psychological advantage.

But the Firebolt disrupted the team's rhythm.

There's a reason why Firebolt are so expensive; their speed... is just too fast.

Angeli borrowed Anne's Firebolt, and with terrifying speed, she continued to tear apart Hufflepuff's formation.

No one can keep up with Angelina's pace; her touch is getting hotter and hotter as the game progresses!

Under these circumstances, the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team's mentality was greatly affected.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that his mentality was completely shattered.

Cedric was also affected, but fortunately, William lent him his Firebolt as well.

Only then could they keep up with Harry's speed, and the two remained locked in a constant struggle.

Unfortunately, Cedric was just a Seeker, and no one could stop Angelina from scoring. She quickly erased the fifty-point deficit.

Finally, the two Seeker sprinted side by side.

With a better mindset, Harry caught the Golden Snitch first, by a hair's breadth.

Although they won, Harry felt no joy in victory.

Especially when he grabbed the Golden Snitch and landed... his "Great Perfection Dao Heart" collapsed.

Qiu held a tearful Cedric in her arms, loudly comforting him.

Harry stood not far away, staring blankly at the scene.

He then saw Cedric lower his head, seemingly trying to take the opportunity to bury his head in Qiu's arms.

You beast! Look up right now, that's a scene from my dream! I should be the one being held by Qiu!

Harry screamed in his heart.

No, we have to do something!

We need to interrupt them.

Yes, we need to break... Cedric's legs and arms.

Harry, carrying the Firebolt, wanted to stab Cedric, but the twins held him back tightly.

"Calm down, Harry!"

"Choi was just comforting Cedric! Comforting him!"

"Comfort? Did you see the smile on Diggory's face?"

Harry displayed astonishing strength, dragging the two of them for several meters.

"He fixed the match! Yes, we were neck and neck, Cedric's arms are longer than mine, but he gave up in the end, he fixed the match! I demand a rematch!"

"..."

Harry was already incoherent and wanted to go find Madam Hooch for a rematch.

Wood rushed over and hugged Harry, excitedly saying, "Never mind, Harry, never mind! Have some sportsmanship, we're in the finals!"

After Easter, I'll take you to the Hogsmeade Gnome massage parlor to relax a bit, don't be angry...

This is probably what they mean by: winning the game, but losing at life.

night,

Gryffindor House celebrated wildly, as if they had already won the Quidditch Cup.

Fred and George went to Hogsmeade and bought a lot of Butterbeer, Pumpkin Juice, and all sorts of Honeydukes candies.

William also went along to freeload.

He wasn't just freeloading; he planned to take Hermione and Anne to the Forbidden Forest after the celebration.

That's right, the Acromantula found Dahei's trail.

Halfway through the celebration, William and Hermione hid in a corner, quietly discussing their departure time for the evening.

Suddenly, the dormitory door was opened.

Ron rushed out with a sorrowful expression, holding a half-grown groundhog in his arms and a dead rat in his right hand.

"My Scabbers... are dead!" he shouted.

The reddish-fured groundhog was struggling, seemingly terrified of the dead mouse and trying to escape.

Ron gripped it tightly, preventing it from moving.

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