v4 Chapter 148： After all, one person resisted all

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I don't know since when, Hogwarts suddenly spread rumors of... Professor Lupin's kidney deficiency.

There were only three people present at the time, and it was impossible for Lupin to spread this kind of thing. As soon as the rumor came out, he would not be allowed to be a bachelor for the rest of his life.

William was not so boring, it was an excuse to perfunctory Harry.

Then it could only be that Harry slipped the tongue and was passed on.

So Harry was hospitalized.

Well, there's no karma for two things, and Professor Lupin can't cause Harry's weird injury.

That's right, Harry was suddenly hospitalized, and with weird injuries.

The part where he hurt was his lip... swollen, like a double-roasted Orleans burger.

Madam Pomfrey was upset, and she complained again and again.

In the past, the spearheads were aimed at other subjects, but this time I finally aimed at puppy love.

Look at Harry's **** big lips, based on her many years of clinical experience, at least seven or eight hours of non-stop kissing can cause this special effect.

Puppy love is too dangerous! Hogwarts should expressly forbid this kind of behavior!

For a time, Hogwarts spread the news that Harry was seriously injured and hospitalized after kissing all day and night.

William, as the only witness, naturally knew the truth.

Boggart turned into a dementor, and even with a dementor's kiss, he couldn't **** his soul.

But the sequelae is... the mouth is swollen, as if the foot has been hit beyond recognition.

Compared with rumors, Harry thinks the truth is more shameful!

He didn't want to be a Hogwarts joke yet.

So with that hamburger mouth, he begged William and Lupin not to say it!

Otherwise, he... jumped off the building to commit suicide.

William and Professor Lupin reluctantly agreed.

Why do you say it was reluctant, because the next morning, the rumor became: Harry kissed an unknown man all day and night, and was seriously injured and hospitalized.

Hiding in the school hospital at night, Harry would wash his face in tears, wrapped in a cold quilt, lamenting the bad luck and bad luck.

His first kiss was snatched by Malfoy, the second "suspected" was snatched by Tom, and the third unmistakably snatched by Boggart.

Now there are rumors like that out there!

that kind of!

Oh, I'm so tired

In the end, it was one person who resisted everything.

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In March, the weather gradually warmed up.

On the way to the auditorium at noon, Mag carried two Firebolts on his shoulders and wore an invisibility cloak, which made him look very sassy.

The shape of the invisibility cloak was unremarkable, even a bit earthy, and did not attract attention. The two shiny brooms attracted the attention of countless students.

Everyone followed Professor McGonagall all the way, like watching giant pandas, forming a torrent, constantly looking at the two Firebolts.

Professor McGonagall's stern eyes did not stop everyone's enthusiasm.

"Well, for you, we have done all the magic spells we can think of. It seems that there is nothing abnormal about these things."

Professor McGonagall found William and the others at the entrance of the auditorium.

Annie happily took the Firebolt, and the three little ones immediately huddled together and muttered.

Hermione was also holding her Invisibility Cloak, looking like she couldn't put it down. She was going to experiment with the stealth effect after she finished eating.

In the future, when she goes out for a night tour, there is no need for William to cast the Illusionary Charm on her.

"Professor, where's Harry's broom?" Ron demanded loudly, struggling through the crowd.

"I just went to the school hospital to give it to him." Professor McGonagall said.

"Harry can't be out of the hospital right now, I think...I can check the Firebolt's performance for him."

Ron's eyes sparkled and he said loudly.

After speaking, he immediately squeezed out of the crowd, leaving a crowd of envious eyes.

Everyone came over and tried to touch the Firebolt.

Everyone can't say what's so good about this broom, but it's so expensive, it must be a good thing!

Mag beckoned, William understood, handed the Firebolt to Hermione, and then squeezed out of the crowd.

Professor McGonagall found a corner where no one was there.

"William, do you remember what I told you last time... registering for Quidditch?"

William nodded slightly.

In the match against Gryffindor, he used a very practical trick to avoid double-teaming.

Professor McGonagall made an application to the Quidditch Society for the naming of the action.

"They've come to register this time. But it's not just the wizards of the Quidditch Society who come, but..."

"Head of the Department of Magic and Sports at the Ministry of Magic?" William replied.

Mag raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "How do you know?"

"I heard what others said." William smiled.

"Well, William, I have to say, you are well informed." Professor McGonagall said softly.

"Ludo is in the principal's office now, discussing other matters with Professor Dumbledore."

"Then guess what's the matter? Since you have the news, so well-informed?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, deliberately selling off.

"I think...is it the issue of the Triwizard Tournament?" William thought for a while.

"..."

Mag opened his mouth wide, a little unbelievable.

She stammered, "Oh, how do you know? I just got the news from Dumbledore too."

William quickly repeated Maxim's words and Hermione's analysis.

"Yeah." Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Hermione is indeed the most outstanding student of Gryffindor."

"The Triwizard Tournament is still under discussion. Whether it can be resumed or not has not yet been concluded. You two should keep it a secret for the time being." Professor McGonagall urged softly.

William nodded.

"Ludo, as the director of the sports department and a member of the association, will check your movements in the afternoon and then make a registration."

Professor McGonagall was faintly excited.

"Of course, it's just a formality."

William hummed, not too worried.

"One more thing." Professor McGonagall lowered her voice and looked extremely serious.

"If Ludo invites you to join the Wimbourne Hornets, don't say yes to him."

"This club has long been rotten, not Ludo's era, and has no future."

Founded in 1312, the Wimbledon Hornets have a yellow and black stripe on their robes and a wasp on the chest.

The team has also been brilliant, winning the UEFA Cup 18 times and reaching the semi-finals of the European Cup twice.

And Ludo is the famous legend of this team, helping the team win the British League Cup three consecutive championships, and then retired his No. 58 jersey.

But as Professor McGonagall said, this team has long since rotted.

This is normal, even the old-fashioned "Yu Sanjia" and the famous Charlie Artillery Team have not fallen, not to mention the Hornets.

William certainly won't join it.

The team that is in the limelight right now in the UK is undoubtedly the Tatterhill Tornadoes.

Their gorgeous playing style and outstanding record have attracted a large number of championship fans.

If you really want to join the club, William will definitely go to this team.

However, he felt that it would be more exciting to acquire a club by himself as the owner.

Nicole is the behind-the-scenes owner of Quiberon Wrangler, the club that has won the most championships in the French UEFA Cup.

Nicole manages this team with just three words: take money!

Which player is powerful, dig which player.

If you can't dig it out, you just don't have enough gold.

William is not so rich, but when he forms a club, he can hire Harry as Seeker, Wood as goalkeeper, and then sweep England.

Simply perfect!

Professor McGonagall patted William on the shoulder and continued:

"One more thing Don't agree to any of Ludo's bets.

He's a complete old gambler with a lot of debt.

In the last Quidditch World Cup, I lost three games in a row, a total of 700 Galleons, and finally only 200! "

Professor McGonagall was indignant, as if he had never suffered such a big loss in his life.

Wait, my favorite Professor McGonagall.

While accusing Ludo of being an old gambler, are you also invisibly... exposing some of your incredible attributes?

William sighed.

Hogwarts is really a strange place, the potions professor who never washes his hair is afraid of balding, the transfiguration teacher... loves to gamble.

Also, who is a normal person to be a teacher at Hogwarts?

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