Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Fred sat bored in the stands of the Quidditch pitch, feeling like he had contracted the psychological trauma syndrome that Muggles talked about.

As for whether he actually met the criteria for the illness, he wasn't too sure; Charlie had just told him that.

Although a month and a half had passed and it was already mid-May, he still couldn't muster any interest in anything.

Like the Inter-School Quidditch Finals in front of him; although the match was very intense and exciting, he really couldn't get into it.

The details of that night excursion would occasionally float into his mind.

Hehe.

That night, George had also snuck out, only to pathetically wait in the castle for most of the night.

As for his own experience, even thinking about it now, he still found it incredibly thrilling.

Thinking of this, Fred glared resentfully at Sebastian sitting at the professors' table.

Damn it!

Why did Professor Swann have to put a silencing charm on him?!

Such a bizarre experience, and he couldn't say anything about it, it was really suffocating!

Whether it was the battle between the professors or the inheritance of Gryffindor, Professor Swann wouldn't let him reveal a single word.

To this end, Professor Swann even made him swear a magical oath!

It was too hateful; did he not trust him!

He was perfectly capable of keeping secrets; at most, he would just reveal the truth to George.

Fred had also speculated maliciously that Professor Swann definitely didn't want others to know about his miserable state, which was why he had silenced him.

After all, he still remembered very clearly how wretched Professor Swann looked after emerging from the secret realm.

The professor's right cheek was a little swollen, both eyes had turned into panda eyes, and the clothes on his body were very messy, as if he had been ravaged.

He remembered that after the professor came out, he said something, something like: "Damn old geezer, you hit so hard, hiss, that hurts..."

Fred was full of question marks; even now, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Wasn't it the inheritance of Gryffindor?

The professor didn't look like he had gained any benefits; on the contrary, it was like he had encountered danger.

Was that a fake inheritance?

How scary! Fortunately, he was rejected by that door of light.

Otherwise, with his strength, he would probably be stuck inside forever.

After Professor Swann appeared, the door of light and the boulder cracked together; now, going over there would only reveal a pile of rubble.

So, what exactly was inside that door of light, probably only Professor Swann knew.

Fred looked again at Professor Snape, who was sitting next to Professor Swann, and a strong sense of admiration rose in his heart.

Professor Snape was truly a workaholic!

Despite being injured, he had asked the headmaster for the right to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Ever since Professor Robert was sent to Azkaban, Professor Snape had been teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Honestly, Headmaster Dumbledore should give Professor Snape a special contribution award to commend his dedicated work attitude.

In addition, Fred really wanted to have a good chat with Snape to express his gratitude.

Unfortunately, although Snape had saved his life, the two were really not familiar, and he couldn't bring himself to speak.

"Fred, stop spacing out! Cheer for Hogwarts!"

Fred glanced at George, who was urging him to cheer for Hogwarts, and a sense of superiority arose in his heart.

George, my foolish little brother, you have no idea what I've been through.

When the day comes when the truth is revealed, don't be too envious of your brother.

Fred perked up and shouted into the sky, "Charlie, stop spacing out, hurry up and catch the Golden Snitch!"

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After the preliminary round, the Hogwarts team, with a record of two wins and two losses, and the Durmstrang team, with three wins, entered the finals.

The match started fiercely from the beginning, with the two teams fighting fiercely, the score neck and neck.

To win the match, it now depended on which team's Seeker was superior.

Charlie flew in the sky, concentrating on searching for the Golden Snitch, and he couldn't hear anything but the sound of the wind.

His eyes were only on the Golden Snitch and his competitor, Krum.

Suddenly, Krum, riding his flying broom, began to descend rapidly.

"Another Wronski Feint!"

Charlie saw through Krum's intentions; he had just confirmed that there was no Golden Snitch below.

A mocking smile lifted from the corner of his mouth, and Charlie thought of a classic line he had seen in Muggle Studies class.

"Too naive, Krum! The same trick won't work on me!"

He suddenly pulled up on his flying broom, climbing to a high altitude at full speed, as if he had found the Golden Snitch and was making a final sprint.

Sure enough, after discovering that Charlie was climbing at full speed, Krum, who was descending rapidly, braked sharply, then went all out to chase after Charlie.

"Hehe, third-year kid! You're still too green to play psychological warfare!"

Charlie looked at the close score and secretly made a decision in his heart.

He decided to take some risks and bring a perfect end to this match!

He had already rejected offers from multiple professional teams, so this might be the last official Quidditch match he participated in.

He wanted to put a perfect end to his Quidditch career; he wanted Hogwarts to win!

He looked at Marcus and, after noticing him, secretly gestured to him.

Then, he lowered his flying altitude, squeezed beside Krum, and flew side by side with him; no matter how Krum flew, he stuck to him tightly.

Charlie was multitasking, looking for the Golden Snitch while closely following Krum's flight path; most importantly, he kept blocking Krum's view of Marcus.

Finally, Charlie waited for the opportunity he wanted; he grinned, laughing wantonly.

"Krum!"

Charlie roared with all his might, the oncoming wind making his voice somewhat distorted.

"Have you ever been knocked down by a Bludger?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the spectators in the stadium inhaled at the same time.

A black shadow suddenly howled past from the sky at an alarming speed, reaching Charlie's face in the blink of an eye.

At the critical moment, Charlie lowered his head and dodged the rapidly approaching Bludger.

Then, this Bludger, carrying astonishing energy, pierced through the air and hit Krum hard.

"Merlin!!!" The audience screamed.

With a thud, Krum's figure fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings.

The sudden change made everyone present look astonished.

No one had expected that in such an intense match, Charlie would play such a wonderful cooperation with Beater Marcus, helping Hogwarts lock in the victory in advance.

"Hahahaha, Charlie, well done!"

Amidst Marcus's laughter that resounded throughout the stadium, Durmstrang Headmaster Karkaroff stood up anxiously and ran towards the pitch.

When Krum opened his eyes in Karkaroff's arms, he heard the whistle ending the match.

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"Hogwarts wins!"

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