29 29. Ravenclaw Is Great If they Can Gather Seven People!

The black-haired girl stumbled in front of Wayne, rubbing her forehead and revealing her beautiful and delicate face.

"It's okay, just a little pain in my forehead," she reassured him.

"Sorry, I was thinking about the problem and didn't look at the road," Wayne apologized.

Despite being the future demon king, Wayne was also at fault.

Without waiting for the girl to speak, he extended his fingers and whispered, "Healed as before!"

A warm sensation enveloped her forehead, and the girl noticed that the pain had vanished. Looking in the mirror beside her, she saw that the redness and swelling had disappeared as well.

"Using a healing spell without a wand, you're incredibly powerful!" she exclaimed, looking at Wayne with excitement. "My name is Cho Chang, what's yours?"

"Wayne, Wayne Lawrence," he replied.

Cho Chang, Wayne observed. She was different from what he had seen in movies and TV shows.

"I just remembered, you're the hater from yesterday!" Cho suddenly realized.

Wayne smiled and nodded. "Yes, if I had known there were so many beauties in Ravenclaw, I might as well have joined them."

He knew how to say nice things, thought Cho. His praise made her feel a little shy but also happy.

With their newfound closeness, the two walked towards the auditorium, engaging in lively conversation.

Just as the two left, a soft hum could be heard from the other side of the door. Hermione, who had just finished her herbal medicine class, witnessed the entire exchange.

She recalled Wayne's attitude when they first met and couldn't help feeling uncomfortable for some reason.

...

"The Quidditch trials will start next week, and I'm not sure if I'll be selected," Wayne shared.

Wayne and Cho continued their pleasant conversation. The only difference between them was that Cho was so intelligent that Wayne couldn't help but think he should have joined Ravenclaw instead of Hufflepuff.

However, Wayne believed that intelligence wasn't exclusive to Ravenclaw. Professors like McGonagall and Dumbledore, who belonged to other houses, were just as smart.

Of course, Wayne had one evaluation in mind that he didn't voice out loud.

That's why Wayne believed that Ravenclaw's so-called intelligence was often just self-righteous cleverness or calculating shrewdness.

Let's take a look at what Ravenclaw graduates are doing.

In this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell was manipulated into becoming a jinchūriki by the remnants of Voldemort with just a few words.

The next semester featured Lockhart, a complete fraud.

Barty Crouch might have been an elite wizard and one of the most capable officials at the Ministry of Magic, but he had secretly freed little Barty from Azkaban for a brief moment, leading to a series of subsequent disasters. Looking at it this way, most Ravenclaw individuals are just slightly clever and have completely missed the point. Wayne couldn't express these thoughts to Cho. Otherwise, the girl, who is still smiling sweetly, will instantly lose her temper.

She was heard expressing concern about Quidditch tryouts. Wayne offered reassurance: "Don't worry, Cedric said it would be great if the Ravenclaw Quidditch team could gather seven people. If you sign up, you'll be selected."

Ravenclaw is full of contrasting personalities, and many of them aren't enthusiastic about participating in group activities. Cedric's statement is objectively correct. Cho's face darkened.

"Cedric?"

"That Hufflepuff seeker who's number one in the third year?"

"Thank you for your encouragement. I'm going to train. I'll play against Hufflepuff next time!"

Cho was so excited that her competitive spirit was fully ignited. The position she originally wanted to compete for was the seeker, and she secretly practiced at home all summer.

As long as she gets selected, she'll catch the Golden Snitch for sure when competing against Hufflepuff. She wants Cedric to see the consequences of underestimating Ravenclaw. Wayne smiled as he watched the girl leave.

[The host sows discord and destroys the relationship between the two houses, reward points +50]

Tsk.

Fortunately, this system has such a chatty owner. Otherwise, it would have to be uninstalled.

What do they mean by sowing discord? He was just paraphrasing Cedric's words without exaggeration.

Besides, isn't it normal to talk trash before a game?

He hasn't said anything particularly harsh yet.

For example, Fred spilled a secret on the train yesterday.

The Quidditch matches with Ravenclaw take a long time, why...

There are seven players, five of whom are girls, and both batsmen are girls.

Apart from playing Quidditch, where else would you have the opportunity to have so many girls play with you or even chase after you?

When he said this, not only the twins but also Cedric showed a mischievous smile, thoroughly enjoying it.

....

In the afternoon, there were two spells classes in a row. Professor Flitwick stood on a tall stack of books and called roll. When he read "Harry Potter," he screamed excitedly and fell off the books.

It took him a while to compose himself and start the first spells lesson.

Magic spells are the foundation of everything. Learning magic spells not only allows you to master the spells themselves but also enhances your ability to learn other spells and develop your understanding of magic.

That's why Harry was able to quickly master the disarming spell and armor spell after being introduced to them. Once you have a solid foundation, you will be able to learn other spells much faster.

"Today we will be learning the most basic spell, the lighting spell. It is very simple. The spell is called Lumos..."

....

"What's wrong? Who upset you?" 

Wayne was still sitting with Hermione, but she didn't give him a friendly look.

Noticing Wayne sitting down, she turned her face away without saying a word. 

It was clear from her expression that she was unhappy and wanted comfort.

Wayne thought about it and realized that it wasn't because of what happened in the History of Magic class. Hermione wasn't that sensitive.

So what could it be?

"Don't talk to me during class, Mr. Lawrence!"

Ah, so Mr. Lawrence had been shouting and was the culprit.

Wayne couldn't figure out what had upset the little witch, but he didn't have experience in appeasing girls, so he handled it with indifference.

As Professor Flitwick allowed everyone to practice freely, the classroom suddenly became noisy.

Chants and incantations could be heard on and off.

Wayne raised his wand and whispered,

"Lumos!"