The Call of the City of Water

The Last Supper the school year was, as always, lavish.

The Great Hall was decorated in sky blue, a symbol of Ravenclaw's four consecutive House Cup victories.

There were no surprises or objections whatsoever. After all, from Hagrid's very first lesson, the young eagles had been seizing the opportunity to rack up points.

They have consistently maintained a commanding lead.

With the added advantage of the Quidditch Cup, even the second-place Hufflepuff posed no threat whatsoever.

Professor Flitwick grinned from ear to ear, raising a large wine glass and offering a toast to each of the teachers.

It seems that tonight, anyone who doesn't get drunk is disrespecting him.

Hagrid wasn't having any fun. He patted his big belly, and since a cup wasn't enough, he started drinking bucket after bucket.

When it comes to drinking, he's never been afraid of anyone.

Especially beer; as long as he's not allowed to go to the bathroom, he can drink all the professors under the table by himself!

As for Professor Trelawney... her racial talents are all focused on sherry. She's not very good at anything else.

Professor Snape, with a cold expression, stuck out his long tongue and took a small sip of brandy.

He shook his greasy hair and tidied his hairstyle.

Her movements were elegant and noble. The perfect heir to Slytherin!

Even if Slytherin were alive, they would have to give a thumbs up and a wand to the Slytherin Headmaster, praising him as "Avada Kedavra!"

Snape clearly didn't care about any of that; he shook the Potions in his hand, pondering who he should give it to.

I had planned to give Lupin a little surprise at the dinner party. Unexpectedly, he resigned and ran away.

We've been colleagues for a year, and he didn't even say hello... That's how rude Gryffindor wizards are!

Snape started to habitually malign the school in his mind again.

He swirled his wine glass, glanced at Professor Flitwick, whose face was as red as a peach blossom, and sighed softly.

He muttered under his breath:

Nine consecutive championships... nine consecutive championships...

If it weren't for Ravenclaw, Slytherin would have won their ninth consecutive Slytherin title this year!

He said this at every year's dinner party, and he did it for four years straight. Professor McGonagall, who was standing next to him, was tired of hearing it.

Her complexion was not good, and her lips were tightly pursed. Professor Snape mentioning it every year—wasn't that just disgusting?

Ravenclaw's four consecutive titles, and even earlier, Slytherin's five... Is this really not a deliberate reminder that Gryffindor hasn't won a title in nine years?!

Nine years without a championship is bad enough... but what McGonagall finds most unbearable is that Gryffindor has made history!

They are the only college to have reached the top with negative scores!

And that score was more than Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff combined.

If you block the path for future generations, how can anyone surpass you?

This left Dumbledore with no opportunity to manipulate things behind the scenes.

Unless he's completely insane and gives Harry a thousand points, there's absolutely no reason for it.

If anyone's adding anything, it should be for William and Hermione.

Shame!

Enough said, it's all in the wine. Professor McGonagall downed a glass of sorrowful wine.

If things continue like this next semester, she'll find a chance to kick Harry and Ron to Ravenclaw!!

Go ahead, those two little devils, go cause trouble in other colleges.

Professor McGonagall wants to live a few more years, and hopefully she can bring Ravenclaw down to fourth place; that would truly be a blessing from Merlin.

In this respect, she trusted Harry and Ron more.

However, the thought of the Quidditch World Cup during the summer vacation made me excited again.

Betting on sports is always the fastest way to make money; she can continue to earn a retirement fund.

"Hermione, I'm not betting on football, I'm earning... my retirement!"

On the dining table in Gryffindor House,

William, who didn't know how he got lost here, voiced Professor McGonagall's thoughts.

Several young Gryffindor witches who were trying to eavesdrop on their conversation also glanced at them slightly.

This was the first time they had ever heard gambling on sports described in such a refined and unconventional way.

No wonder he's Ravenclaw genius.

I love it! I love it!

"No way!" Hermione raised her pointed chin, a playful look on her face that said, "I'd be an idiot to believe you," and said, not too harshly:

"Don't even think about using Galleon to gamble on football; I won't give you the key to the vault."

Be careful, I'll tell Aunt Lyanna!

She brought out her ultimate backer.

"No, it's not that bad..." William quickly waved his hand.

He didn't want to be thrown into the lab by Lyanna and handed over to the graduate students for dissection.

"Think about it, Hermione," William whispered, "Opening a physical store in Hogsmeade this summer, won't that require funding?"

"Can you win the Quidditch World Cup without money? Look at Fudge's greedy face."

Hermione stuffed a Xiao Yuan bread into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out, her dimples bulging, and she mumbled indistinctly:

"No matter how eloquently you describe it, I won't let you... gamble on football!"

She closed her eyes and turned her head away sharply.

William said with a regretful look, "Making money or not doesn't matter. I'm not interested in money."

The key point is that I want to save the House-elf, improve their treatment, and increase the wages of Kiki's Delivery Service's Delivery Service.

But I don't have enough Galleon... I hate it so much!

but..."

Hermione opened one eye and stole a glance at William.

"Now is a great opportunity to make money and a good time to reshuffle social wealth."

With the Goblin ' gold, we can quickly improve the House-elf ' living conditions. Don't you want to improve their living environment?

Hermione's eyes lit up; she was slightly tempted.

She hesitated for a moment, then nervously leaned close to William's ear and asked worriedly:

"Won't we lose money? We've only saved up that little bit of money, I don't want to lose it all..."

"No, there's Nicolas's Prophecy... He's a professional at betting on football," William said, unable to suppress a laugh.

"Fine..." Hermione crossed her arms and gave a haughty snort.

"Let me think about it some more!"

"Of course." William put his arm around Hermione's shoulder and gently put his arm around her.

"Come, let's work together to stop the cruel mistreatment of our magical creature friends and improve their living conditions!"

Hermione smiled, raised her Butterbeer, and lightly clinked glasses with him.

It makes a crackling, popping sound.

Before anyone knew it, everyone's wardrobes were empty; everything had been packed into suitcases.

The notice was sent to every student, warning them not to use magic during the holiday.

The next day, everyone boarded the Hogwarts Express.

William and his group occupied a large private room.

During this time, Malfoy came to see Harry again. He really didn't stop for three years in a row!

Your perseverance is commendable!

Malfoy seemed pleased not to see Ron.

Harry and Ron were like conjoined twins, which greatly annoyed Malfoy.

It was me, it was me first... I was the one who came first... Whether it was meeting Potter or the unexpected kiss on the train.

He committed such a despicable act... I will never forgive Weasley!

Seeing that Ron was not around, Malfoy took the opportunity to ask Harry if he had any Quidditch World Cup tickets.

If not, he could barely provide one for free.

Unfortunately, Harry heard these words in a sarcastic tone.

The two began to fight passionately in the hallway.

For a moment, it was either Harry on top of Malfoy, or Malfoy riding on top of Harry, their phases clashing violently.

Percy rushed over to exercise his rights as president of the boys' council for the last time.

"You wait... Potter, I won't forget the insult you gave me today! I'll pay you back tenfold!"

Malfoy uttered this harsh remark and then ran away.

"You all need to be more careful and stop fooling around like this," Percy said sternly.

"If you keep going like this, it will be very difficult for you to get into the Ministry of Magic. And once you leave school, no one will pamper you."

For example, I'm joining the Department of International Magical Cooperation this year and becoming Mr. Crouch's colleague.

I've heard he's very strict... That's good, of course. I think Professor Dumbledore has been a bit too lenient with you all...

Percy had barely said a few words when he saw Penelope appear in the hallway, and he hurriedly ran away. He still owed a mountain of debt.

After Percy left, the carriage fell silent again.

"Are you going to watch the Quidditch World Cup this summer?" Ginny asked.

Luna nodded. "Yes, my dad said we should go early. He said that wherever a large number of wizards gather, there's bound to be Fudge's Heliopath army."

"What's that?" Anne asked curiously.

Luna explained earnestly, "They are fire spirits."

Luna's bulging eyes were wide open, making her look even more... strange than usual.

"They were enormous, fiery creatures that raced across the land, burning everything in their path to ashes—"

"Great! Maybe a similar guy will appear at the Quidditch World Cup," Anne laughed. "See you at the Quidditch World Cup, brother got tickets too."

We'll probably spend the whole summer there watching the games.

"The Canadian Team is the defending champion, and I think they'll at least make it to the semifinals this year." Qiu was marking up the schedule on the table.

"Impossible... Don't forget the curse of the champions... They'll be lucky to even make it out of the group stage this year..." Cedric retorted.

Qiu raised her eyebrows. "Want to take a gamble?"

"Great!" Cedric muttered. "I've been a football fan for twenty years, I can't be wrong."

The twins are checking resumes. There are just too many graduates applying to work at Akali's Mystery Shop.

Of course, most of them are just taking advantage of the situation and joining in the fun.

"This student only has eight OWL certifications and he wants to apply for a job... Who does he think he is!"

George pulled out a resume and immediately rejected it.

"Wait a minute..." Fred chuckled, "George, can the two of us together get eight certificates this year?"

"Brother, I'd bet a Galleon..." George grinned. "If we can get six, Merlin will be on our side."

"I suddenly don't want to go home anymore..."

George and Fred both sighed.

There's a terrifying creature in my house... even more powerful than a fire dragon.

Squeezed in a corner, William and Hermione were whispering to each other.

However, Hermione wasn't very happy.

"I returned the Time-Turner to Professor McGonagall this morning."

She leaned on William's shoulder and sighed, "You should have said so sooner."

"The Time-Turner also counts as time, doesn't that mean I've unknowingly grown another year older?"

"Not that fast," William shook his head, "A few months at most."

"Not even a few months!" Hermione bit her lip. "Can you imagine? If I use it a few more times, suddenly you'll look several years older!"

"We basically share it," William said, shrugging.

"But you were useless when I was in class!"

"Wouldn't it be better to grow up quickly?" William looked Hermione up and down and asked in return.

Hermione seemed to be talking to herself.

"Oh... so you like older women... I think Phoebe is a few years older than you, right?"

William grimaced, wishing he could slap himself.

Just then, an owl flew by.

It left behind two invitations.

William looked at the envelope and saw the words "International Confederation of Wizards" printed on it.

"Ah, the invitation has finally arrived!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly, leaning on William's shoulder. "Where will this year's General Assembly be held?"

"Let me see..." William pulled out the letter, raising an eyebrow slightly in surprise.

Water City!

The train slowly came to a stop, finally arriving at platform 9.

Everyone stood up. William reached out and grasped a string of wind chimes under the eaves of the carriage, gently hanging them around Hermione's waist.

A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, creating a tinkling sound.

--The Prisoner of Azkaban, the End!