The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 272 A Rich Harvest (Please Subscribe and Please Pass the Monthly Ticket)
"The latest version of Nimbus 2000! Who would give you this, Victor?"

Ernie looked at the brand new broomstick with envy.

"This is the latest model of flying broom from the Nimbus Company. The price of one broom is enough to cover the expenses of an average wizard family for a year."

As one of the twenty-eight holy families of pure-blood wizards, Ernie's family is not as poor as the Weasley family, but their economic level is still good.

But his parents would not spend so much money to buy him a 2000 Nimbus.

"Maybe. It should be Professor McGonagall!"

"Professor McGonagall? Why would she give you this?" Ernie was even more confused.

"She wronged me yesterday! This is my compensation."

"Walter!!!"

Ernie's tone suddenly rose sharply: "Compensation for the injustice you suffered?"

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

How could I not know whether Professor McGonagall had wronged you or not?
"Yeah! What's the problem?"

Musheng looked at Ernie strangely, as if he didn't understand what he was wondering about?
"No problem."

Ernie saw that Musheng didn't look embarrassed at all, so he didn't say anything in the end.

Damn it! I wish I could be so shameless!

At this moment, Ernie deeply understood a truth.

That is, only shameless people can enjoy the world first!

In the afternoon, it was the opening match of Hogwarts' annual Quidditch match, between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

It is a sport similar to soccer in the muggle world.

There are seven players on each team, and three different balls in total.

The Quaffle that scores goals, the Bludger that disrupts your opponent, and the Golden Snitch that ends the game if caught.

The competition venue is surrounded by a circle of stands more than ten meters high. The platforms built with wooden frames do not look safe at all.

As the most popular sport in the wizarding world and also the opening match, Dumbledore and professors of various subjects also came to the scene.

"Dean Sprout, do you know what I received at noon?"

In a Hufflepuff stand, Mu Sheng squeezed next to the fat Sprout and asked mysteriously.

"What did you receive?" Sprout looked at Mu Sheng with some confusion.

"It's the latest Nimbus 2000, given to me by Professor McGonagall!"

"Wow, that must cost a lot of money. Professor McGonagall is so nice to you."

"so."

"so?"

Professor Sprout's chubby face showed a big puzzlement: "Well, our Hufflepuff's best little badger, what do you want to say?"

"Professor McGonagall is the head of Gryffindor. She gave me a Nimbus 2000. Don't you have anything you want to give me?"

Mu Sheng's eyes sparkling with expectation made the fat Prout feel particularly uncomfortable.

"Yes! Victoire is our Hufflepuff student, and Professor McGonagall even gave him a gift."

'No, Professor McGonagall, why did you give Victoire a gift?'

Sprout felt as if he was kidnapped by something, something that was shining with a dazzling light.

If she didn't give it to him, it would seem that she was not as good as an outsider to her own students. If she gave it to him, she didn't have much money.

The salary that the school gave her, except for living expenses, was all used by her to buy seeds of various magical plants.

So even though she is the head of Hufflepuff house, she doesn't have much spare money.

Minerva, you have done me such a disservice!
"Well, if there's really nothing, forget it. I know Dean Sprout must be having some difficulties."

Seeing this, Mu Sheng showed a lost expression on his face, like a child who didn't get a birthday present.

"Oh! Victory." Sprout felt even worse and racked his brains to think if he had anything that could be used as a gift.

After a while, Sprout finally thought of something: "Victori, do you like it?"

In the end, Sprout gave Mu Sheng all the seeds of the magical plants that he had collected for most of his life.

He also promised to teach Mu Sheng his own special spell for cultivating magical plants.

"No, I have to find a chance to talk to Minerva. It can't happen again."

Sprout made a secret decision. She had nothing else to give away.

After getting all the gold coins, Mu Sheng watched the Quidditch match with great satisfaction.

If we look at it from a technical perspective, Gryffindor is clearly the better team.

But Slantlin couldn't help but play dirty with them!
Two Gryffindor players were injured and left the field one after another. One was knocked unconscious by a ball, and the other was carried and thrown into the stands.

"Oh~"

Maki Sheng booed along with everyone else; he found some fun in watching the Quidditch match.

This is much more interesting than watching a football match. What kind of goal is it? Just kill someone!
"Dean Sprout, if I kill all the other team's players and substitutes, do you think I won't have to catch the Golden Snitch?"

Mu Sheng's casual question made Professor Sprout nervous.

"Merlin! Victri, you can't do this! And it doesn't conform to the rules."

Sprout wanted to say that it didn't comply with the regulations, but he couldn't seem to find any such regulations.

After all, the Bludgers in Quidditch games are meant to disrupt or even attack the opponent.

But generally no one would do this, and no one has the ability to defeat all opponents.

But it’s different with Mu Sheng. At least in the Hogwarts Quidditch game, Sprout doubts that he can really do it.

"No, Victory, this is not a good idea."

"Don't worry, Dean Sprout, I'm just talking casually!"

As Mu Sheng was speaking, he saw another player in the game being hit by a Bludger, and he immediately cheered excitedly.

Seeing Mu Sheng's appearance, Professor Sprout's heart, which had just relaxed, became tense again.

"You don't look like you're just saying this casually!" Professor Sprout muttered.

"Forget it, let the deans of the other three hospitals worry about it."

After a little thought, Sprout gave up. After all, she couldn't stop Mu Sheng from participating in the competition because of this.

She also wanted to see Hufflepuff win the Quidditch championship one day.

The game continued, and soon Harry Potter's broom lost control.

But this time Hermione was not there to burn Snape's robes and accidentally stop Quirrell from casting the spell.

Fortunately, there was Snape, the lickspittle, who prevented his goddess and the yellow-haired son from being thrown to death.

Pure love triumphs over evil once again!

However, because of this, Harry failed to catch the Golden Snitch, and Slytherin won the game in the end.

After the game, the audience dispersed one after another.

Mu Sheng saw the direction Snape left from afar, and followed him without hesitation. "Slytherin won the game, why is Professor Snape still so unhappy?"

The sudden voice behind him made Snape pause.

Without turning around to look, Snape knew who it was just by the voice: that annoying Hufflepuff first-year, Victeri!

Every time he met the other party, something bad happened. Snape decisively chose to turn a blind eye and continued walking forward.

"Hey? Professor Snape, why are you ignoring me?" Mu Sheng hurriedly chased after him.

Snape didn't answer, and didn't even look at Mu Sheng, as if he was treating him as a transparent person.

Okay, okay, you want to play this trick on me?
It's useless. As long as Harry is his weak spot, Snape can't escape from his grasp.

"Don't you want to know who cast the curse on Harry just now?"

Hearing these words, Snape, who had just treated Mu Sheng as air, stopped suddenly.

Turning around, a pair of calm eyes stared straight at Mu Sheng.

Snape wasn't sure if Mu Sheng really saw something, or was trying to coax something out of him.

Just like he did to Professor McGonagall!

After staring at it for a long time, Snape slowly said, "No one cursed Potter. It was the broom that malfunctioned."

"Don't speculate on something you see with your dark mind, Mr. Victre!"

"Really?" Mu Sheng heard the temptation in Snape's words, but he didn't care.

"Harry Potter, the hero who defeated Voldemort and the boy who survived, has once again entered the sight of wizards."

Mu Sheng suddenly lowered his voice and said in a sinister voice: "You don't think that Voldemort's Death Eaters can't do anything?"

Hearing the words Voldemort and Death Eaters, Snape couldn't help but clench his wand in his hands hidden in his sleeves.

Then his face darkened and he said, "Shut up, how dare you mention the mysterious man's name?"

"That man disappeared a long time ago, and the Death Eaters were all imprisoned in Azkaban. No one will bother Potter!"

Mu Sheng looked at Snape's timid appearance and chuckled, "Do you really think so, Professor Snape?

Putting aside the You-Know-Who for now, are all the Death Eaters really imprisoned in Azkaban?"

Then he stared at Snape's arm without any concealment, as if he wanted to see through his arm under his sleeve and the mark of the Dark Lord on his arm.

'Damn it! How does this damned little badger know so much?'

Snape grumbled in his heart, he knew that nothing good would happen if he met this guy.

"Tell me your purpose, Victeri! What do you want from me?" Snape asked directly.

He didn't believe that this guy, who would only do it for the sake of profit, would be kind enough to help him solve his doubts.

"God of Swords and Shadowless! I want the spell you created, 'God of Swords and Shadowless', and its counter-spell!"

Mu Sheng didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

Although in a pile of old books in a classroom, there is also a record of the invisible spell in Snape's old potions notes.

But looking for a book is not as fun as watching Snape swallow his anger!
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"It's only been two months since the start of school, and they've already started targeting Harry. If it's any later..."

Seeing that Snape was still a little hesitant, Mu Sheng continued to speak quietly.

Snape, whose mind was disturbed by Mu Sheng's words, finally made a decision: "When using the Shadowless Divine Sword, you need..."

Soon, Snape explained to Mu Sheng the spell gestures of the spell 'God of War', as well as some special requirements.

"With Mr. Victeri's intelligence, there should be no need for me to repeat it again, right?" Snape said with an unhappy look on his face.

"Now, tell me who that man is?"

After getting what he wanted, Mu Sheng answered readily, "It was Professor Quirrell. I saw him silently chanting a spell to Harry.
I was a little suspicious of him when he was scared by the giant monster yesterday. Today, I saw that he was indeed...

It was him!

After Mu Sheng's reminder, Snape instantly realized that Quirrell's performance yesterday was indeed very wrong.

In fact, Snape would be able to find out something was wrong in a few days.
But Mu Sheng didn't give him time and created a time difference.

After knowing it was Quirrell, Snape could no longer sit still and turned to go to the headmaster's office.

He would go to Dumbledore now and ask him to expel Quirrell from Hogwarts.

"Tsk! This guy didn't even say hello. How rude."

Mu Sheng looked at Snape's hurriedly departing back, shaking his head and clicking his tongue.

Then he walked towards the castle. He planned to go to the greenhouse where the Herbology class was held to find Professor Sprout to fulfill her promise.

Just when he had finished collecting the seeds of the magic plants and was returning to the castle, he saw Professor Quirrell walking towards him with a pile of books.

"Good afternoon, Professor Quirrell!"

"Good afternoon, Victri!"

"Do you need my help?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but no, I can do it myself."

Professor Quirrell said this and lifted the pile of books in front of his chest to indicate that it was not heavy.

Then he nodded to Mu Sheng and left.

But perhaps his movement just now was too big, causing the stacked books to become a little crooked.

When he turned a corner not far away, a book fell down, but Professor Quirrell didn't seem to notice it and disappeared around the corner in a few steps.

What do you mean, is this for me?

Mu Sheng looked at the book in the corner, blinked, then went up and picked it up.

When I opened it, I saw that it was filled with densely written spell notes.

Not only does it contain the 'Animagus Transfiguration' that Maki Sheng begged Professor McGonagall to teach him, but it also contains the contents of the three unforgivable curses.

Avada Kedavra, the one who is hit will die.

The Cruciatus Curse is a curse specifically used to torture people.

and the Imperius Curse, which controls the thoughts and actions of others.

"They are all extremely dangerous spells."

"We are all children from an orphanage. You are being a little rude, Voldemort."

If this were really obtained by an ordinary little wizard, and he practiced it a few times driven by curiosity, his soul would easily be distorted by black magic.

Mu Sheng felt full of malice from this notebook and guessed that it was Voldemort's order.

But fortunately, he is not an ordinary little wizard.

"What day is it today? First Professor McGonagall gave me a gift, and then Dean Sprout gave me magical plant seeds.
Then it was Snape, and now it's Quirrell."

Why are all of them rushing to give me gold coins?

Although Mu Sheng couldn't understand it, he didn't reject it at all.

Sprout: (ω)?

Snape: (｀⌒メ)
(End of this chapter)