Snake Meat, Anyone?

As the official mascot of the Norway Quidditch Team, the Selma Lake Monster lives a life of luxury.

After all, they've been recruited, so their status is different now. They have national team certification and the Ministry of Magic's stamp.

Similar to Dementor, they are also beasts within the system, receiving special allowances from the Ministry of Magic.

Their only job was to go out and perform for the public every four years.

The number of times they get to appear depends on how well the Norway Quidditch Team performs. If they don't, they might only get to go abroad once every eight years.

Some national team mascots may never leave the country in their entire lives.

It's been a bit unusual lately; Norway lost a long time ago and hasn't had a chance to shine in front of its former rivals.

Tonight, the magic on the artificial pool that had trapped it suddenly vanished. It swaggered out on its own.

But that's not the problem... It had barely slid out of the camp when it was attacked by a group of wizards.

Oh, wizard... what arrogance!

I'm the Sea Serpent Master!

The ill-tempered Selma Lake Monster was enraged. In its rage, it began an indiscriminate attack.

Others noticed the lone rider, and the snake, having spent a long time at the bottom of the lake and with somewhat deteriorated eyesight, also noticed him thanks to its unique iris.

However, its attention was more focused on the Abraxan than on the young wizard on it.

It hasn't eaten the Abraxan yet... It smells good... Hmm, there's even the smell of dragon blood... Wait...

The aroma of malt!

So particular!

As for William on the Abraxan, the lake monster, being rather arrogant and conceited, regarded him as an appetizer on the cake.

The lake monster's tragedy lies in the fact that it never reads newspapers and is unaware that William had recently killed an entity many times more dangerous than itself.

What's even more surprising is that after William's string of titles comparable to Mother of Dragons's, people added the suffix "Dragonslayer."

This is not its fault; it is a tragedy caused by poor communication.

Therefore, eat less snacks and read more newspapers... a wise saying.

William had no idea that the lake monster had mistaken him for Cherry; he simply rode off alone on his horse without hesitation.

Mr. Weasley was somewhat flustered when he saw William rush over.

The child was still an underage wizard, only a year older than his youngest son, Ron.

He knew William was very famous, but if something happened to him, he would never be able to face Dumbledore and the Stark again.

As the Head of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour should, by all accounts, have continued his momentum and surged forward.

But for some reason, when he saw the young wizard he had coveted for years and wanted to recruit as an Auror begin his straight-line sprint, he froze, forgetting to give the order.

Not only him, but also the dozen or so Auror behind him were slightly stunned. Tonks was even more astonished, and his hair involuntarily turned a pale white.

William rose and stood on his horse, his footing as steady as a mountain, as if he were perched atop a rapidly moving Firebolt.

He suddenly leaped up, his body lunging forward, and at the moment he reached his highest point and his speed dropped to zero, he abruptly Apparition.

He stood atop the lake monster's head, his steps light and graceful, exuding an indescribable air of elegance.

A sword thrust down.

Unfortunately, the sword Dumbledore made could easily break through even the Basilisk's defenses, but when it pierced the lake monster, it was like a needle piercing through iron.

It cannot be moved even a fraction of an inch into the flesh.

The longsword curved into a striking arc, almost like a full moon.

Unable to deal with the lake monster using the same methods he used to kill the Basilisk, William immediately changed his tactics.

A Thunderbird pierced through the thick clouds, letting out a cry, as several thick bolts of lightning flashed wildly around it.

In the blink of an eye,

The rain fell rapidly.

The loud, pattering sounds, like raindrops the size of soybeans, pounded on the tents in the camp.

William summoned the Thunderbird, which, as a tool bird, naturally had its uses.

The sea serpent sensed the tiny insect on its forehead; it jerked its body high, and William was flung away.

It spewed out a thin stream of water from its mouth, and the whistling sound instantly drowned out the sound of the wind and rain.

The gray sky and earth were cut in two, with faint silver lines slicing through the rain curtain like cutting tofu, coming in a swift motion.

William pointed his wand downwards, tilting his body in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the killing intent.

The ground was not so lucky; it was torn open by the waterline, leaving a deep, invisible trench.

William vanished into thin air, then reappeared on the Abraxan in Apparition.

The Abraxan has already spread its wings and taken flight, getting closer and closer to the dark cloud in the sky.

William raised his wand high, and lightning created by the Thunderbird suddenly descended from the sky.

The lightning, like a long whip, fiercely slashed and cut through the air, shooting towards the lake monster as easily as slicing tofu.

It roared, its tail slammed into the ground, tearing off boulders that hurtled towards the lightning.

William's wand traced a light stroke, and his whip swiftly rose, shattering the massive boulder that had come hurtling through the air.

All the wizards retreated, moving away from the center of the battle.

He wasn't killed by the lake monster, but was eventually crushed to death by falling rocks... That doesn't sound good either.

When the Ministry of Magic reports a work-related injury, is it reported as a workplace injury or an accidental death?

The Abraxan soared through the air, and William gained air superiority.

He tapped his wand gently downwards, once, then again, five times in total.

Five bolts of lightning ripped through the clouds from the sky and struck him directly on the head.

But five meters away from him, it suddenly stopped, leaving behind a dazzling light.

Sparks flew wildly, illuminating William's face and making him appear almost divine to onlookers.

The lake monster stared at William, seemingly wary, then filled with boundless rage, and then... cowered.

It opened its mouth wide and spewed out a large jet of water, attempting to create a small lake.

William's once pristine robe, even with the protective spell covering it, began to show slight cracks, and his bangs were flying wildly in disarray.

He used magic to attract all the lightning summoned by the Thunderbird.

But at this point, he was already losing control of this power.

William swung his wand downwards, and blue lightning crashed down like a raging flood!

To everyone's eyes, the blue lightning bolt exploded brilliantly, spreading and flowing across the earth like a broken water vat.

In an instant, the small lake created by the lake monster became like a boiling pot of water, with countless white mists rising up and obscuring everyone's view.

The lake monster frantically burrowed towards the ground... but it clearly didn't understand physics.

Circulating electricity into the water is like blasting fish. The lake monster had nowhere to hide, and it immediately froze.

Then, the enormous body began to twist and thrash violently.

However, this is already the natural contraction of muscles caused by the sudden and intense stimulation of nerve cells after the loss of the central nervous system.

Clap clap clap clap!

For a moment, it looked like a drilling machine was being used.

The fog obscured their vision, and no one knew what had happened; they only assumed that William was fighting the lake monster.

Some with a wilder imagination even pictured William grabbing the lake monster by the tail, swinging the forty-meter-long creature around.

A moment later, William emerged from the smoke.

A ring of snake meat hung from the longsword in his hand, emitting an enticing aroma.

It's clearly cooked.

He saw officials from the United Kingdom Ministry of Magic, he saw Auror, and he also saw officials from the Norway Ministry of Magic.

He merely flicked his longsword and asked softly:

"Um... this gift, want some? It smells delicious!"

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