Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

"The competition is in a week, or to be exact, there are still eight days until then. Friends, that is the most important match, it concerns our year's sweat and hard work, and it touches the hearts of all Gryffindors!"

Early in the morning, Hermione was about to go to the library with her books. When she passed by the courtyard, she saw Wood standing on the platform of the courtyard fountain as if he had been injected with chicken blood, shouting to the team members below.

It's a pity that his teammates didn't give him much face.

Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson were whispering to each other, seemingly discussing some girlish topic. Harry's eyes were dull as he looked at the Ravenclaws on the other side of the courtyard, as if he had been bewitched.

Alicia Spinnet was looking at Wood, but Hermione felt that there was something wrong with the way she was staring at Wood's head.

Since she was a Chaser, Hermione didn't dare to think too much about it.

The twins went even further. They simply gathered around the fountain, using the steps as desks, discussing with each other while writing and drawing in their notebooks.

Seeing Hermione, the twins immediately left Wood and the team members and ran over to stop her:

"Hermione, we were just planning to come find you later!"

"Come on, come on, help us look at this circuit diagram, right? The Muggle camera may look insignificant, but it's really complicated!"

"Yes, yes, Hermione, you are a Muggle-born, you must know more than us, give us some reference."

Hermione was speechless: "Fred, George, not all Muggles understand Muggle technology..."

The twins were very confused by this: "But all wizards know magic!"

"..."

Although it was a twisted logic, it sounded really reasonable. Hermione couldn't think of how to refute it for a moment.

It took Hermione a while to convince the twins that Muggle technology, like magical disciplines, had its own specializations.

The twins were a little disappointed, but they still didn't let Hermione go. At least Hermione had actually used the camera and projector and was very familiar with their functions. The two begged her to help teach them how to use them.

As he said that, he was about to follow Hermione to the library.

"Aren't you in a meeting? Wood has been glaring at you since just now. He looks like he's almost pissed off!"

The twins said nonchalantly, "Don't mind him. He's been going crazy with OWLs lately (Harry was in his first year and Wood was in his fifth year)."

"Why do you think he called us to the courtyard for a meeting so early in the morning?"

"Oliver Wood, this guy actually wants to do super special training every day for the next week. He thinks we don't know that he just wants to skip classes!"

"Did you see the look in Spinnet's eyes? She wanted to rip Wood's head off and use it as a Quaffle!"

Hermione was dumbfounded. She had originally felt some sympathy for Wood.

As the twins walked away in a daze, Hermione could still hear Wood shouting, "Friends, my dear comrades, I implore you not to be influenced by those two Weasleys. They have allowed themselves to degenerate..."

Then, Angelina Johnson couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "Shut up, Harry, Aaliyah, help me grab his legs!"

As they turned the corner of the courtyard corridor, Hermione took a last look and saw that Wood, the goalkeeper who was not tall and strong, was being held by Angelina, the chaser, by the neck like a chicken, while Alia and Harry were holding his legs.

They laughed and cheered, throwing Wood into the fountain...

That was probably one of the rare times they had been able to laugh easily in recent times.

Although Wood's purpose is not pure, in fact, the Gryffindor Quidditch team is under great pressure. The Slytherin team is currently leading in the total points and is relatively calm. Even if they lose the last game, the final result is still in suspense under the total points win system.

In contrast, Gryffindor can't afford to lose and has to win by a large margin to be sure of victory.

As old rivals, the Gryffindors know best how difficult Slytherin is. What is most worrying is that in recent times, Vaughn, who is regarded as a serious threat by the Gryffindor team, has also begun to frequently participate in the Slytherin team's special training.

I spent more than two hours in the morning explaining in detail the various functions of the camera and projector to the twins.

In the afternoon, Hermione appeared on the Quidditch field to cheer for Slytherin.

She sat in the Ravenclaw stands, staring intently at Vaughn flying at high speed in the air. She was so nervous that she clenched her hands to her chest and tightly grasped her robes. Sometimes, like the other girls around her, she screamed in surprise because of Vaughn's dangerous actions.

This made Ron, who had sneaked over with Harry and Wood to "spy on military intelligence", very dissatisfied:

"Which side is she from?"

Madam Pomfrey's medical skills always make young wizards love and hate her. They love her medical authority, and every professor approves her sick leave notes.

I hate that her medical skills are so good. As long as the disease is not life-threatening, she can basically cure it quickly.

Ron, who was electrocuted, only stayed in the school hospital for one night. After the effect of the relaxant wore off, he was kicked out of the hospital by Madam Pomfrey - yes, he was able to stay for one night because of the powerful effect of the relaxant. The damage caused by the electric shock itself was cured by a bottle of white citronella essence from Madam Pomfrey.

In fact, Ron didn't want to be discharged from the hospital at all.

The reason why he followed Harry and Wood to spy on military intelligence in the afternoon was that he didn't want to go back to Gryffindor Tower.

Since this morning, some wicked fellow has been spreading the news, and everyone has been calling him "Out of Control Warrior" and "Jet Hero" whenever they see him...

There is no friendliness in the relationships between people.

So vicious!

Ron really couldn't stay in that environment.

Wood sniffed uncomfortably. There was nothing he could do. He had also heard the rumors, and when he saw Ron he couldn't help but feel that there seemed to be a strange smell in the air, so there was always Harry between him and Ron.

However, he agreed with Ron's dissatisfaction. He said seriously, "Granger's position is indeed problematic. She even persuaded Fred and George to study Muggle things this morning. Her intentions are very impure, right, Harry?"

After waiting for a while and hearing no answer from Harry, Wood looked over and saw Harry staring at the stands with his eyes wide open. "Harry?"

"what?"

"What are you looking at? Your mouth is watering."

Harry's face flushed red, and he wiped the corner of his mouth hurriedly: "No, nothing, just dazed..."

Wood and Ron, who have been single since birth, of course didn't notice that Harry's eyes were always on an Asian girl in the stands.

Wood repeated what he had just said seriously, and said to Harry worriedly, "Harry, do you know what the Weasley twins and Granger are doing? I'm very worried about their condition. You and Ron, you are their friends and family. If you have time, please ask them and try to persuade them."

"Harry, this is our best year yet, and I really want to win!"

Listening to Wood's words, Harry once again looked towards the Ravenclaw stands, at the Asian girl who was staring at Vaughn's figure intently.

He just felt bad.

Not only does Wood want to win, he also... wants to win very much!

Harry seemed absent-minded throughout the afternoon, but he still kept Wood's instructions in mind and prepared to persuade the twins who were up to something again.

In the evening, Harry, who had been wandering around Hogwarts alone for a long time—Ron had escaped to Hagrid's Hut—finally found Fred and George in the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

Speaking of which, I have to thank Guoguo Tea.

When passing by the second floor, he happened to see Guo Guocha taking a walk.

Harry had seen how clever Fruit Tea was last year, so he tried to ask Fruit Tea to help him find someone. Not long after he left the second floor, he saw Filch's annoying cat, and Mrs. Norris came looking for him along the way.

Mrs. Loris was very aloof and looked down upon his dried fish, but she did not make creepy noises when she saw him as she did before. Instead, she led the way in front.

Harry followed Mrs. Norris to the eighth floor and saw the door handle appear on the wall opposite the tapestry of the troll hitting Barnabas with a club. He realized that Fred and George were hiding in the Room of Requirement.

I knocked on the door, and it was indeed one of the twins who opened it.

He was startled to see Mrs. Norris squatting in front of the door.

He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Harry: "I was so scared, I thought it was that Squib Filch who came looking for me."

"Squib?"

He casually explained to Harry, a newbie and poor student in the wizarding world, what a Squib meant. He then pulled Harry inside and said, "You've come just in time. We were looking for you. Come and help us test the machine. After that, we'll discuss cooperation with you."

"Machine? Testing? Collaboration?"

Harry, with his head full of questions, was dragged into the Room of Requirement.

The room behind the door was not the training ground Harry was familiar with, nor was it Vaughn's favorite study, but an empty classroom.

At this moment, the center of the classroom was filled with parts and instruments. A machine was spewing black smoke and roaring. Many golden wires were connected to it, and the other end was connected to other instruments.

At the farthest point, there was a huge curtain that was held taut by a frame and looked like it was made of metal.

Facing the screen, about 10 feet away, the other twin was fiddling with a strange-looking machine and asked without turning around:

"George, who is it?"

"It's Harry, Fred. We were talking about inviting him."

Hearing this, Fred immediately raised his head and looked at Harry expectantly. "Harry, this is truly a gift from fate. We were planning to come find you tonight... Let's not talk about that for now. Come, help us test the filming first."

Harry looked confused: "Filming?"

Unexpectedly, Fred and George were even more surprised than him: "You don't recognize these things? Cameras? Projectors? Hermione knew what they were at a glance, you...?"

Camera? Projector?

Harry, who had been excluded from the Dursley family since childhood and had no chance of participating in family entertainment activities, only occasionally heard such terms on TV.

He stared with wide eyes at the strange-looking instruments and lights in front of him...wait!

Harry suddenly noticed something he had just overlooked. He looked at the lights on the instruments, the few bulbs scattered around, and the machine spewing black smoke and making a loud noise, and said in surprise:

"Electricity! You created electricity at Hogwarts?"

Even though he was a poor student, when Harry entered school last year and found that Hogwarts was still using torches and braziers for lighting, he asked why they didn't use electric lights.

And he learned from Ron—Ron said he learned it from Vaughn too—that the magic at Hogwarts interfered with electricity.

Harry originally thought that he would have to spend his seven years of school life with old-fashioned torches and braziers!

Looking at the long-lost electric light, Harry was so excited that he almost forgot his purpose. Fortunately, he remembered:

"Have you been doing this lately? No wonder Wood said you weren't focused on training all day. Let me try to persuade you."

The twins looked at each other and shook their heads. "Compared to what we are doing now, none of that matters. Since you don't know these things, let me show you."

As they spoke, they picked up a small machine from the ground and pointed it at Harry.

"Look here, Harry."

Harry, who knew nothing about the machine, just followed the twins' instructions and struck a few poses. After a while, the twins stopped, opened the small machine, and took out a cassette.

"The effect of the shooting just now was not very good."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that he, a guy who grew up in a Muggle society, would have no knowledge of Muggle technology at all. He filmed like a goose."

"It doesn't matter. We're just testing it now."

"Actually, I think it's quite meaningful. For example, we could give it a title like 'The Savior's Foolish Moment'. That should be able to attract attention."

"Oh, you're a genius, George!"