Chapter 179: Chapter 177: Hermione’s Frustration
This year’s Quidditch match had already caused a sensation twice before it even started.
First, Kael’s record of scoring twenty-one goals in ten minutes sparked a Quidditch craze.
This matter hadn’t settled long before more sensational news ca... The Magic Realm’s acknowledged Savior, the one who defeated the Dark Lord, Harry Potter, beca the youngest Seeker in a century.
The na Harry Potter alone carries a lot of heat, and coupled with such a legendary experience, it was destined that this year’s Quidditch match would be livelier than ever before.
Half an hour before the match started, the stands around were already packed, and even the biting cold winds could not dampen their enthusiasm.
"This thing is really useful..."
In the Slytherin stands, Malfoy looked at the "Little Snake" emitting a blue glow around his arm and felt warmly comfortable, indescribably cozy.
And every ti he extended his arm, the snake would open its mouth and hiss towards the Gryffindor stands across.
The only thing lacking was that the sound was too faint, easily drowned out by louder cheers.
Unlike the other side, where the deafening lion’s roar was audible even in the castle.
"Why is there no premium version this ti!" Malfoy grumbled in a low voice.
Goyle quickly replied, "That Kai said the ti was too short, couldn’t make it in ti."
He also had a similar little snake around his arm.
"I heard it, no need to remind ." Malfoy glared at him, then said loudly, "And he promised , at the next Slytherin match, he’ll bring what I want.
It’ll be bigger, more flexible, and the color will be Slytherin’s silver and green."
Many young wizards around got interested upon hearing this.
They were all wealthy, so naturally, they didn’t mind upgrading to better gear.
"Draco, this thing must be more complex than the map..."
Soone asked skeptically, "That Kai is only a second year, can he really make it?"
"Of course he can." Malfoy raised an eyebrow and said, "In fact, he’s already promised ."
...
anwhile, at the nearby Hufflepuff stands, Cedric asked the sa question.
"Kael, can you really et Malfoy’s request?"
"It’s a bit troubleso..." Kael frowned, "But it’s not unsolvable, just takes so ti."
The items they previously sold were just transfigured glass bottles, mostly with added sound effects, not too hard to make.
But the string of requests Malfoy made can’t be solved with a Transfiguration Spell.
That belongs to genuine magic items.
However, in front of a hundred Galleons, these troubles are small issues.
Cedric understood what Kael ant, and he clicked his tongue in admiration.
It can only be said that the wealthy Malfoy Family will actually spend a hundred Galleons on a toy, more than his father’s monthly salary.
After a while, the professors appeared.
Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape... even Professor Sprout, who usually stayed in the greenhouse, ca.
Except for Headmaster Dumbledore, it seed like all teachers and students surrounded the Quidditch Pitch, and many students brought binoculars.
So of the seats further back were elevated into the air, but sotis it was still hard to see the field clearly.
Soon, both teams entered the Quidditch Pitch through the tunnel.
Seeing Harry Potter in uniform, the Gryffindor stands erupted with excited cheers, followed by countless deafening lion roars.
"That thing is just great..."
Ron looked enviously at the blue lion heads in Neville and Seamus’s hands and sourly said to Hermione, "You really should have bought one too."
"No need, Ron."
Hermione shook her head, "That’s just a simple Blue Bell Fla Spell and a Transfiguration Spell, definitely not worth fifteen Sickles.
Besides, haven’t I already made one for you?"
"That’s different."
Ron looked at the transparent jar in his hand. Though warm too, it couldn’t roar like a lion.
Kael had said it was a prop for cheering, ant to liven the mood. Keeping warm was just an extra feature, barely factored in the cost.
Seeing Ron’s disdainful expression, Hermione puffed her brows indignantly and imdiately took the jar from his hands.
"If you don’t want it, give it back to !"
A gust of wind blew by, making Ron, who hadn’t reacted yet, shiver.
"Brr, so cold!"
"Hermione..."
"Hmph!" Hermione snorted, turning her head away.
Actually, Hermione knew that her warm jar was quite lacking compared to the ones others held in their hands.
On the way, she secretly tried several tis. Though she could transfigure the jar, it was far less exquisite than Kael’s, and she couldn’t create the lion’s roar.
This huge gap left Hermione already dejected, and Ron showing such a loathing expression felt like he was walking right into the line of fire.
Left with no choice, Ron tried to get close to Neville and Seamus to feel less cold.
anwhile, the match started with the sound of a whistle.
"Look, the Quaffle was imdiately grabbed by Gryffindor’s Angelina Johnson..."
Lee Jordan’s voice rang from the comntator’s box. He had successfully passed the selection to beco the new Quidditch comntator.
But... after just one serious statent, Lee Jordan started to stray.
"That girl is such an outstanding Chaser, and quite charming too..."
"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall reminded displeased.
"Sorry, Professor."
Imdiately, a burst of laughter sounded around.
Conna glanced at the comntary booth and whispered, "This year’s comntary feels a bit... special."
"Understandable." Kael shrugged and laughed, "Lee Jordan is friends with Fred and George; you shouldn’t expect him to be entirely normal."
Cedric beside him nodded in strong agreent but soon froze.
Wait, he was also friends with Fred and George...
In the stands, Lee Jordan continued the comntary.
No denying it, despite having passed the rigorous selection, Lee Jordan’s professional ability is solid. Although he occasionally strayed, it didn’t interrupt the formal comntary.
The audience quickly adapted to his novel style, which, compared to before, was less serious but quite interesting once getting used to it.
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