The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 318: Master of Time Management! (asking for monthly ticket)
On a dead winter night, dark clouds blocked the entire night sky.

It's like a black pot turned upside down on your head, making it hard to breathe.

The strong wind whistled past, blowing the pedestrians' clothes and hats into pieces.

"This is nasty weather!"

Quint grabbed the hat that was about to fly away and cursed in annoyance.

As a dark wizard wandering on the fringe of the magic world, Quint's strength is not very strong. He just barely makes ends meet by relying on his ferocity.

The few pastimes he had on weekdays were to use the Imperius Curse to torture the Muggle couple and play some perverted games to vent his accumulated depression.

"It's Christmas already. If you don't celebrate at home, what's the point of having this shitty party?"

Quint complained dissatisfiedly that he had just spotted a newly married Muggle couple and was planning to play some interesting games with them during Christmas.

As a result, he was notified, or ordered, by a Death Eater to attend a meeting.

"Didn't the Ministry of Magic say that all these Death Eaters were sent to Azkaban? They are such a bunch of rubbish!"

A gust of cold wind blew into his collar, and Quint shivered and held his clothes tightly.

He continued to move forward in the darkness, cursing.

If he offended the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, the worst that could happen to him would be thrown into Azkaban. If he offended these inhumane Death Eaters, he would most likely die a miserable death!
After walking forward for about ten minutes, a gloomy and dark castle appeared in Quint's eyes.

"Damn rich people!"

Looking at this castle that he could not afford in his lifetime, Quint became even more resentful.

He became a dark wizard because he had no money and no ability. Why did these Death Eaters also become dark wizards when they were so rich?
Is it because he is born evil?
Quint could think of no other reason.

Compared to these Death Eaters, he is as kind as an angel.

"Angel. Hehehe."

I don’t know what he was thinking about, but an evil and obscene laugh came out of Quint’s mouth.

After walking for more than twenty minutes in the cold wind, Quint finally arrived at the gate of the castle.

Every time at this time, Quint envied those wizards who could "Apparate".

"Quinte McKinley?"

"Yes, it's me, Your Excellency!"

Facing the inquiries of the Death Eaters guarding the castle, Quint responded with his head bowed.

The Death Eater, who was completely covered in a black robe, looked him up and down for several times before letting him in.

After entering the hall, Quint found many familiar faces in an area away from the fireplace.

Most of them are low-level wizards like him, hanging out in Knockturn Alley all day long.

On the other side, there were even fewer Death Eaters, all covered in black robes.

Quint felt a little uneasy for some reason because of his experience of living at the bottom of society for so many years.

When did these lowly dark wizards have the qualifications to share a room with the noble Death Eaters?

Although Quint had never heard of the story of Wu Qi sucking sores, he knew that if the upper class suddenly showed you a favor, there would definitely be a price to pay.

And it costs lives!
"Are they going to use us as cannon fodder? We can't be so unlucky."

With an uneasy mood, Quint approached the area where the dark wizards were, wanting to find out something from them.

While the dark wizard Quint was feeling uneasy, a grand ball was about to begin at Hogwarts Castle far away in the Scottish Highlands.

The Christmas ball is also a traditional program during the Triwizard Tournament.

All students above the fourth grade can participate and invite their favorite partner of the opposite sex to dance together in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

"I didn't expect you to ask me to be your dance partner, Victory. You are such an unpredictable kid."

In the great hall that was decorated like a crystal palace, the head of Hufflepuff House, the plump Ms. Sprout, was dancing gracefully on the huge dance floor.

"There's no rule that says you can't invite your professor to be your dance partner." Mu Sheng said nonchalantly.
"Besides, Dean Sprout, you have always taken good care of me since I enrolled. You are the lady I am most grateful to at Hogwarts. Inviting you to be my dance partner is the most appropriate."

“Oh hehe.”

The fat Dean Sprout was coaxed into laughing happily by Mu Sheng.

Although she knew that Mu Sheng was just coaxing her, Sprout still felt very happy.

How could Sprout not be happy that Hufflepuff had such a student who was so outstanding in every aspect?

"Isn't it because it's impossible to choose between Miss Hermione Granger, Miss Luna Lovegood, and...?"

Dean Sprout smiled like an old lady who had eaten more than ten pounds of watermelon, and her teeth could not even close.

As her favorite disciple, she knows all the girls around Mu Sheng very well.

No matter who Mu Sheng chooses to dance the first dance with, the other girls will definitely have opinions in their hearts even if they don't say it.

"Who said that? Slander! This is absolutely blatant slander."

Mu Sheng vehemently denied it.

Only children would struggle to choose A or B, while adults would write directly from A to Z.

It’s not like I don’t have the ability!
On the lake surface, which was darker than the clouds in the night sky, a dance floor made of ice was floating quietly on the lake.

Hermione, dressed in her best attire and wearing ice skate boots, held onto Mu Sheng's arm and followed his close guidance.

Accompanied by the light of countless fireflies floating above the dance floor, they performed a dance of ice and snow!
Deep in the dark forbidden forest, hundreds of little creatures that looked like white dough balls were crawling on the branches, holding glowing stones in their hands.

In the dark forbidden forest, a bright area was opened up.

Luna, wearing a garland on her head and a dance skirt woven with vines and flowers, put her arms around Musheng's waist.

Listen to the songs of the forest and dance leisurely in the dance floor full of petals.

In addition to these two
Inside the room where every wish is granted, Mu Sheng supported Qiu Zhang and they danced in a sea of books and papers.

Above the dark clouds that obscured the night sky, Astoria, led by Mu Sheng, leaped and spun wildly in the sky, making waves of laughter like wind chimes.

What do you do when you need to attend four appointments at the same time?
The true time management master, Makisho, said that it is only necessary to use the time conversion spell four times.

Why four times?
Because you can use the extra time to rest!
"Magic plays an indelible role in maintaining social stability."

If the time-conversion spell can become popular, those sea kings and sea queens who have multiple relationships at the same time will no longer have to worry about being killed by a hatchet.

Loneliness is for young wives and mature women, and they can also cheat openly.

Huh? This doesn't seem like a good thing.
But it doesn’t matter, as long as society is stable!
The fertility rate can also be greatly improved!
In the dimly lit hall of the gloomy castle.

A green flame suddenly jumped out from the fireplace where the firewood had not been lit.

When the flames went out, a black-robed Death Eater, who looked sick and as if he might die at any time, appeared out of nowhere in front of the fireplace.

"How many people are here?"

'Mad-Eye', or Barty Crouch Jr., asked in a lifeless tone.

Under such torture from all his internal organs, Barty Jr. was able to hold on until now, entirely relying on a hatred that could burn the entire world and a fanatical worship of Voldemort.

"There are thirteen Death Eaters, and the dark wizards have gathered seventy-eight people." An invisible Death Eater stood up and reported.

"That's enough," a hoarse voice came out of Little Batty's throat: "Go call them over!"

After receiving instructions from Barty Jr., the Death Eaters quickly scolded the group of dark wizards and gathered in the open area in the middle of the hall.

Little Barty took a quick look at the dark wizards in front of him, who were dressed in dirty clothes and had expressions of fear and worry on their faces.

These pieces of trash are far inferior to the Death Eaters, but they are good enough to be cannon fodder.

"Be thankful! Be thankful! You wild dogs foraging in the garbage dump!"

Little Barty made no secret of his arrogance and contempt.

"The Dark Lord is about to return to the world and rule the entire wizarding world once again!"

"Thanks to the Dark Lord's kindness, you wild dogs have been given a chance, a chance to serve the Dark Lord."

"Next I will give you a task. After completing it, you will become a member of the Death Eaters."

Little Barty glanced at the dark wizards who were a little agitated by his words, and said in a tone full of temptation:

"When the Dark Lord returns to the world, he will bestow his mark upon you."

Little Barty rolled up his sleeves, revealing the increasingly clear mark of the Dark Lord on his arm.

"From now on, you will no longer be stray dogs in the garbage dump, but Death Eaters under the Dark Lord and above thousands of wizards."

"I have endless Galleons to spend. I used to be afraid of touching beautiful wizards. I also have the power to do whatever I want!"

"As long as you can complete this mission, all these things will be within your reach!"

"Be thankful! Be thankful for the Dark Lord's kindness!"

Little Barty's words made the desires in the hearts of these dark wizards, who had been wallowing in the mud, emerge uncontrollably.

Although Batty Jr. did not say it explicitly, everyone knew that his so-called mission must be very dangerous.

But for the lowest-level dark wizards, what they lack is not their lives? What they lack is just such an opportunity!

The dark wizards immediately became agitated, eager to complete the task mentioned by the Death Eater.

But there are some people who cherish their lives. For example, for someone like Quint who is lazy and afraid of death, it is nice to have some fun with Muggles when he has nothing to do.

Anyway, with magic, he will never starve to death.

While Quint was still hesitating about what to do and how to refuse, an old wizard who looked to be in his sixties or seventies walked out of the crowd and begged timidly.

"Dear Death Eater, old Barry is old and can't even use spells well. I'd rather not cause trouble for you, right?"

Family members know their own business, and old Barry has a clear understanding of his own level.

Even people like him were recruited here, it was obvious that they were going to be used as cannon fodder.

Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well take a risk and give it a try.

The best case scenario is that you can get away with it unscathed.

The next point is that after being tortured, he was able to save half his life.

Another point is that after being tortured, they still have to become cannon fodder.

The worst case scenario is being taken away by a killing curse.

There is a one-half chance of surviving, a one-quarter chance of making further plans, and a one-quarter chance of dying directly.

Old Barry thought he could take a gamble.

Little Barty looked at the old wizard in front of him quietly for a few seconds, then let out a hoarse laugh.

"of course!"

accepted?
Old Barry didn't expect that this Death Eater would be so easy to talk to. He was so happy that he was about to bow and express his gratitude.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Little Barty threw a magic spell at old Barry with his backhand.

The latter immediately fell to the ground and wailed.

"Please spare me, sir. I beg you to spare me. I am willing to complete the mission."

Old Barry pleaded miserably, fortunately it was not the worst.

"You dare to refuse the Dark Lord's favor, and you can certainly die!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Young Barty ignored Old Barry's pleas for mercy. After torturing him enough, he cast a killing curse on him.

After venting his murderous intent, Little Batty felt that the weakness in his body was relieved a lot.

"Killing is such a pleasure"

Little Barty shuddered comfortably, and then looked at the other dark wizards: "Is there anyone who wants to refuse the kindness of the Dark Lord?"

With old Barry setting an example, who would dare to refuse and risk their life?

"Very good, you will live here for the next few days, and someone will come to assign tasks for you."

After the group of dark wizards had retreated, Little Barty turned to the Death Eaters beside him and said:

"Mark all the dark wizards, arrange everyone's goals, and wait for Harry to leave Hogwarts."

"Let's get started!"

In the Hogwarts Great Hall, after Mu Sheng danced with his own dean, he pulled Professor McGonagall to dance with him.

Mu Sheng is good at making the old lady happy.

At the edge of the ice platform deep in the Black Lake, irregular ripples spread out into the distance.

The power contained in the ripples was transmitted all the way to the lake shore, where it turned into waves and dissipated.

Hermione, who doesn't want to be a small-breasted brother anymore, begs Mu Sheng to use magic to help her cure her hidden illness.

What else could Mu Sheng say about this? Of course he agreed to her request.

On the grass and flower platform deep in the forbidden forest, circles of flower waves were spinning and dancing in the sky.

A light singing voice came from the sea of flowers, as if the elves in the forest were playing a song of nature.

In the mountain of books in the Room of Requirement, Qiu Zhang has been completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

Countless fantastic ideas exploded in her mind like fireworks.

Knowledge is pouring out!
Above the dark clouds and under the starry sky, Astoria, who had been having a lot of fun, could no longer suppress her physical sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep on Mu Sheng's shoulder.

As the night deepened, before the morning star appeared, the thick snow accumulated on the clouds finally fell down.

Standing quietly between the vast white sky and earth, Mu Sheng's thoughts also scattered into the sky and earth along with the heavy snow.

“It’s time to end it”

(End of this chapter)