Chapter 29

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The black-haired girl who fell in front of Wayne rubbed her forehead and stood up, revealing her beautiful and delicate face.

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

"Sorry, I was thinking about something and didn't watch where I was going."

Wayne, although the future demon king, knew he was wrong. Before the girl could speak, he extended his fingers and whispered softly, "Healed as before!"

A warm feeling spread across her forehead, and she instantly realized the pain was gone. She looked in a nearby mirror and saw the redness and swelling had disappeared.

"A healing spell, and without a wand! You're so powerful!"

She looked at Wayne excitedly. "My name is Qiu Zhang. What's your name?"

"Wayne, Wayne Lawrence."

Wayne looked at the girl, noting she looked different from her portrayals in movies and TV shows. She was a true Chinese beauty.

"I remember now. You're the one from yesterday!" Qiu suddenly realized.

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

Qiu felt a little shy and happy hearing Wayne's compliment. The distance between them lessened, and they walked towards the auditorium, talking and laughing.

"Snort!"

After they left, a soft hum came from the other side of the door. Hermione, who had just finished her herbal medicine class, had witnessed the whole scene. She recalled Wayne's attitude when they first met. For some reason, she felt uncomfortable.

...

"The Quidditch trials start next week, and I wonder if I can make the team."

Wayne and Qiu had a good chat. Qiu was so smart that Wayne felt he should have been in Ravenclaw instead of Hufflepuff. But he knew that smart people were in every house, like Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore.

Wayne thought that Ravenclaw's reputation for intelligence was often just cleverness or shrewdness. For example, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirrell, was easily fooled by Voldemort. The next semester's professor, Lockhart, was a complete fraud. Barty Crouch, despite being an elite wizard, caused a disaster by secretly helping his son escape from Azkaban. To Wayne, most Ravenclaw people seemed clever but often missed the bigger picture.

But Wayne couldn't share these thoughts with Qiu. Otherwise, the girl who was smiling sweetly now would instantly be upset.

She was worried about the Quidditch tryouts.

Wayne comforted her, "Don't worry. Cedric said it would be good if the Ravenclaw Quidditch team could find seven players. If you sign up, you'll definitely be selected."

Ravenclaw was full of unique individuals who were not very keen on group activities.

There was nothing wrong with what Cedric said. It was very objective. Qiu's face darkened.

"Cedric? That third-year number one, Hufflepuff's Seeker?" she asked.

"Thank you for your encouragement. I'm going to train. I will definitely play against Hufflepuff next time!" Qiu was so excited. Her competitive spirit was completely ignited.

She had originally wanted to compete for the Seeker position and had secretly practiced at home for a long time during the summer vacation. As long as she could be selected, she would catch the Golden Snitch when she competed with Hufflepuff and show Cedric the consequences of looking down on Ravenclaw.

Wayne smiled and watched the girl leave.

[The host sows discord and destroys the relationship between the two colleges. Reward points: +50]

Tsk. Fortunately, this system had such a talkative owner; otherwise, it would have to be uninstalled.

What do you mean by sowing discord? He was just paraphrasing Cedric's original words without any exaggeration. Besides, isn't it normal to talk trash before a game? He hasn't even said anything really harsh yet.

For example, Fred told a secret on the train yesterday. The Quidditch matches between each house and Ravenclaw take a long time. Why?

There are seven players, five of whom are girls, and both Beaters are girls. Apart from playing Quidditch, where else would you have the opportunity to have so many girls play with you or even chase you? When he said this, not only the twins, but also Cedric showed a silver smile, enjoying it.

In the afternoon, there were two spell classes. Professor Flitwick stood on a tall pile of books and took attendance. When he read Harry Potter's name, he screamed excitedly and fell off the pile of books. It took him a long time to regain his composure and start the first spell lesson.

Magic spells are the basis of everything. Learning magic spells is not only about mastering the spells themselves but also about improving the efficiency of learning other spells and helping the young wizard develop their own understanding of magic. This is why Harry was able to master the disarming spell and armor spell quickly after being exposed to them. Once you have a good foundation, you will be able to learn other spells much faster.

"Today we are going to learn the most basic spell, the lighting spell. It is very simple. The spell is Lumos..."

"What's going on? Who made you unhappy?" Wayne was still sitting with Hermione, but the little witch didn't look at him.

Seeing Wayne sitting down, she turned her fair face to the other side without saying a word. It was written all over her face: I'm not happy, come and comfort me. 

Wayne thought about it and realized it was definitely not because of what happened in the History of Magic class. Hermione wasn't so cautious. So, what happened?

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

Yes, Mr. Lawrence shouted away, and the culprit was found.

Wayne couldn't guess why the little witch was upset, but he had no experience in comforting girls, so he decided to handle it with indifference. As Professor Flitwick allowed everyone to practice freely, the classroom suddenly became noisy. The sounds of chanting mantras came and went. 

Wayne raised his wand and whispered, "Lumos!"