As time entered November, Will learned from Hermione that Ron had a bad cold and went to the hospital, which gave the Halloween story a dramatic ending.
One night, Will came out of the Room of Requirement and made his way familiarly to the Hogwarts kitchen for a midnight snack.
To his surprise, when he pushed open the door to the kitchen, he happened to run into a pair of red-haired twins, both of whom were happily gnawing on a chicken leg each.
Seeing Will walk in, both of them were momentarily stunned, but quickly reacted and thanked Will.
“Hey, Will, thank you.”
“You saved our little brother.”
“Harry told us everything.”
“He and Ron were almost flattened by a Troll.”
The twins spoke one after another.
Although Will couldn’t tell who was who, he sat down friendly next to the two and asked Anko to bring over a bowl of midnight snack he had specially ordered.
“What is this thing?”
“It looks like a Cornish pasty? Or a shrunk boiled version.”
“What kind of strange food is this.”
Will pointed at Anko: “This is a food I asked him to learn from Asia, called dumplings.”
In 1991, not many people in Britain knew about this food called dumplin.
“Want to try some?” Will pushed the bowl over.
The Weasley Twins exchanged a glance: “Why not?”
But after taking a bite, the two frowned: “Such a strange texture, it’s just boiled Cornish pasties, right.”
It seemed they weren’t quite used to eating it, and Will didn’t force them.
People have different tastes, just like how he couldn’t accept the malt vinegar produced abundantly in Britain; dipping dumplings in it was very weird.
The twins had almost finished eating.
Will chatted with them casually for a few words, and the two left, seemingly rushing off to pull some prank.
Leaving aside this little interlude, Will entered a peaceful life again, grinding experience every day, running to the kitchen to eat some customized dishes, occasionally watching Harry and Malfoy confront each other tit for tat, or finding time to stroll with Sylvia along the freezing Black Lake.
Until one night, as Will came out of the Room of Requirement, rubbing his dizzy head stuffed with knowledge, he actually bumped right into someone.
“Professor Snape?” Will noticed that Snape was limping, as if his leg was injured. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“Behrens?” Snape frowned, “Instead of sleeping in your dormitory in the middle of the night, you are wandering around the castle?”
He unusually refrained from mocking Will, perhaps because he didn’t have the mood today.
“I studied too late and lost track of time. I’m just heading back.” Will’s attitude was casual; anyway, Snape couldn’t do anything to him, would he deduct his points?
“Professor, what’s wrong with your leg?”
At most, it would just be detention.
He didn’t actually care about this, and even somewhat hoped it would allow him to process Potion ingredients again, which was a free opportunity to grind Potion experience.
“This has nothing to do with you, Behrens. You’d better go back and rest quickly. If you fall asleep in tomorrow’s Potions Class, I’ll make you take a nap with a Troll.”
When leaving, Will’s gaze unblushingly swept across Snape’s lame leg.
Then the next day, Will was sarcastically targeted by Snape for an entire class, but other than that, nothing happened.
Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the Quidditch match.
In the stands, Will, who was pondering the structure of a spell, was dragged over by Sylvia.
In fact, he had no interest in such events at all.
Strictly speaking, Will did not like ball sports.
So he brought a book “Hogwarts Lower-Grade Potion Analysis (Second-Year Edition)”.
He was recently going to Snape’s place for after-school practice.
Because he wasn’t enthusiastic about Flying Lessons and didn’t show any special flying talent, Slytherin didn’t let him join the Quidditch team in advance like Harry.
Of course, he was glad to have the leisure.
Sylvia, on the other hand, was quite enthusiastic.
The two sat on the high platform of the Slytherin seating area.
The cold wind blew continuously, and Will had to cast a spell to block the chilling wind.
He couldn’t understand this madness for balls, but thinking of British football hooligans, these Britons were more like madmen. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“Will, Will!” Sylvia tugged at Will’s hand, “Look, Gryffindor’s Seeker is Harry Potter!”
The Gryffindor team hadn’t made a big fuss about it.
Harry was their secret weapon, so when Harry appeared on the pitch, it surprised all the students.
Will closed the book in his hand and said casually: “There are two possibilities for letting Harry play: either the Gryffindor team all have Troll brains, or Harry Potter is a genius.”
Sylvia nodded: “No wonder Slytherin could win the House Cup for seven years; turns out Gryffindor all have Troll brains.”
Will was completely dumbfounded, almost dropping the book in his hand.
Big sister, how did you even deduce that?
Soon Harry’s flying skills were displayed, and Sylvia had to admit that Harry Potter indeed had a trick or two.
But soon, Harry ran into trouble.
His broomstick began to tumble and roll incessantly, and he could barely manage to hold on and avoid falling off.
Sylvia frowned: “What is Potter doing?”
Suddenly, the broomstick gave another mad twist, and Harry was flung off.
Now he was hanging in mid-air, gripping the broomstick handle with only one hand.
Everyone noticed Harry’s anomaly, and many people had lost heart for the match, staring intently at Harry.
Will glanced at the central stands, where Quirrell was muttering incantations.
He wasn’t too worried about Harry; on one hand, the two could only be considered nodding acquaintances, and at most he would pay a little attention right now because Harry Potter was involved in Voldemort’s return.
On the other hand, Old Dumbledore was right over there watching.
Would he really let anything happen to Harry?
Stop joking.
He looked at Old Dumbledore; his long white-bearded face didn’t show a trace of worry, and Will knew that Old Dumbledore definitely had a backup plan.
He wondered what Voldemort was thinking, actually messing with Harry under such circumstances.
Could that Horcrux have turned him into a jackass?
Will felt that the path of Horcruxes was simply a bottomless pit.