William's fans

Just as William and Hermione were discussing nuclear waste, the Greater Europe Alliance, and their plans to write a biography of Voldemort...

Ron dragged a worn-out flying broomstick that looked like a fire poker towards the audience.

The academy's brooms aren't bad, but they're not great either; after all, they were replaced with Nimbus 1700 six years ago.

Not only is it six versions behind the latest Nimbus 2200, but its performance is also significantly inferior.

Even so, those brooms were among the best available in the school and were considered public resources.

It can only be used freely during team training.

Therefore, this kind of college-level selection will definitely not be made public. After all, many students lack the technical skills, and what if they mess it up?

During the selection process, students used their own brooms, or some unused flying brooms from the warehouse.

Ron, on the other hand, wielded an outdated weapon that Cleansweep Seven, so the difference was probably negligible.

Ron's face was grim. He had originally intended to use Harry's Firebolt to increase his chances of winning.

When no one is around, his goalkeeping skills are excellent.

But when someone is watching, it's like taking a constipation pill; they can't unleash even a tenth of their full potential.

It all festered inside my body.

If you hold it in for too long, it can even produce a strange effect of retracting your penis into your abdomen.

To use a quip I learned from William: He's too concerned about maintaining a good image!

Ron wanted to use the speed of Harry's Firebolt to increase his chances of winning.

He didn't ask for it in advance because he felt it wasn't necessary.

Given his close relationship with Harry, wouldn't Harry prepare it for him in advance and wait for him to come and collect it?

But as it turned out, Ron was overthinking things.

He had just entered the arena and told Harry about it, when Harry surprisingly looked embarrassed and told him:

"You never wanted it. I lent it to Ginny before because you didn't need it."

No... what the heck?

What kind of logic is lending Ginny?!

Between me and Ginny, doesn't Harry have any self-awareness about who's more important to him?

The most outrageous thing was that Ron was immediately jealous when he heard that Harry had lent it to Ginny on his own initiative.

Every time I borrowed it, I was repeatedly told to be careful and handle it gently.

But now you're offering to lend it to Ginny?

Ron's anger flared up instantly.

From childhood to adulthood, Ginny was the youngest child and a girl, so she was always the most pampered.

While Ron was still using secondhand items, Ginny was already enjoying the new things the twins bought for her.

While Ron was forced to become a drug user for pocket money, Ginny was already enjoying the pocket money given to her by the twins.

Now, even his closest friends, Harry Ginny, want to interfere?

No!

Ron was planning to confront Ginny and Firebolt back!

He's here to declare sovereignty!

Ginny was standing in the audience, holding hands with Dean, forehead to forehead, they were just short of kissing.

Upon seeing Ron appear, Dean quickly released Ginny.

Facing his future brother-in-law, Dean felt somewhat awkward, even though he was his roommate and classmate.

Especially since he started dating Ginny, Ron has given him the cold shoulder quite often.

Dean couldn't really say anything, after all, he was his girlfriend's brother.

Harry, on the other hand, is a really nice guy.

Dean knew that Ginny had been a fan of Harry and had often sought his advice.

He even told Harry about the progress of his relationship, what he and Ginny had done together, where they went on dates, and how long they kissed and hugged.

Ask him for guidance.

For some reason, Harry always looked terribly pale, as if he had lost too much blood.

Dean thought Harry had low blood sugar, so he continued talking about his intimate love affair with Ginny to keep him succumbing to the sugar.

Dean really went to great lengths to maintain good relations with his roommates.

"Dean, you go ahead, I have a few words to say to Ginny," Ron said.

Dean was about to speak when he was shooed away. He looked embarrassed and Winky walked away to the side.

"Speak, what is it?" Ginny crossed her arms.

"Give me Harry's Firebolt!"

"Why should I give it to you? I'm going to the audition with Anne in a bit," Ginny said impatiently.

"Because I need it too!" Ron said matter-of-factly.

"I need to use it too. I didn't bring any other brooms besides the Firebolt," Ginny refused bluntly.

"But... Harry promised to give it to me!" Ron exclaimed in exasperation.

"Then why doesn't he come and ask me for it himself?" Ginny seemed to see through Ron and sneered.

"Harry lent it to me willingly. If he had told me he could give it to you, I would have!"

Ron was speechless for a moment.

Harry, of course, didn't say anything; he couldn't bear the embarrassment.

"It's fine, you're strong, it doesn't matter what broom you use, the result will be the same." Ginny started to say sarcastically.

Ron had been tattling on her behind her back quite a bit, otherwise what would the twins say... she'd had five boyfriends?

Ginny gets annoyed whenever she sees Ron.

At least she still cared about saving face and didn't directly mock Ron for playing Quidditch and dragging Gryffindor.

Ron was still furious; he was so angry he wanted to hit Ginny, but then he thought better of it and decided to tell her on her behind her back.

She wrote a letter to her mother telling her about Ginny's relationship.

Having failed to get a broom, Ron rolled his eyes and saw William, who was resting his head on Hermione's lap and chatting with her.

Ron hesitated.

Yeah, it's not like Harry only has that one Firebolt.

It doesn't matter who you borrow from.

William was chatting when he heard footsteps coming from the side.

He turned his head and saw that they were two girls, who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old.

Is there something you need?

During William's time loop, he got to know almost all the students at the school.

He touched every part of the girls' bodies.

But the last time it was the fifth grade, and he's in seventh grade now. A new batch of students has arrived, so it's normal that he doesn't know them.

"Stark, I'm your fan. I grew up listening to your stories..." said one of the girls with pigtails.

Ugh... fans again. William gets really tired of hearing that word now.

Anyway, if you run into someone claiming to be his fan, it's never a good thing.

"So, is there something you need?" William asked politely.

A girl forced a laugh, and William stared at her; her face flushed.

That's right.

She pulled out a flying broomstick, Nimbus 2200, from behind her.

"This is a flying broom we just bought. We're not very good at flying it. Could you teach us?"

"I remember we weren't allowed to bring flying brooms in first grade, Monica?" Hermione narrowed her eyes, staring at the two of them.

They were both first-year Gryffindor students, and feeling Granger 'Prefect gaze, they backed away somewhat fearfully.

"This... we... have no intention of using it. In the end we want to donate it to the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Monica said in a panic.

Hermione was about to say something when Ron walked over.

He gazed longingly at the latest flying broomstick.

"What's wrong, William? If you're busy, I can help teach them," he said, rubbing his hands together.

"But..." Monica swallowed.

"What's wrong with me giving you a try, being a sixth-year student?" Ron said rudely. "In Gryffindor, you can always come to me if you need anything, and I can solve it for you."

Monica was on the verge of tears, but Ron showed no mercy, taking the flying broom and heading towards the center of the arena.

He seems to be preparing to use this new Nimbus 2200 in the selection process!

(A book I'm sacrificing for a friend, making use of its remaining value:)

Your body is under my command, and my fate is tied to your sword.

Heed the call of the Holy Grail, follow this will and this reason, respond to me!

I offer this sacrifice:

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