Hogwarts Card System Chapter 030

“Ding~ Mission triggered:

[We are the Champions (Red)]

The last time Ravenclaw won the House Cup was before Snape became a teacher! Can you just stand by and watch? Let’s go, brothers!

Objective: Help Ravenclaw win the House Cup.

Reward: 1300 experience, + 1 Intelligence, random card.

The last time Ravenclaw won the House Cup was… well, the last time!

“Holy crap, you’re messing with me!” Ted was dumbfounded.

With Dumbledore, a Gryffindor alumnus, around, did anyone else even have a chance to win the House Cup?

Hermione: “Hm? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing, I’m just happy for Harry and Ron?”

“Happy?! You’re happy after losing 50 points?!” Hermione’s eyebrows nearly shot up. For her, points were life!

Ted soothed her, “Uh, think about it! They all lost points, so doesn’t that mean we Ravenclaw have a chance to win the House Cup?”

“Eh… is that really good?” Hermione’s lips couldn’t help but curve upwards.

“Alright, don’t hold it in! We don’t want that thing!” Harry shouted, pounding the table.

“Exactly!” Ron echoed.

Jerry: As for me, the little mouse, anything is fine~

Neville: Actually, I still really want it. But I don’t dare to speak.

Hermione finally couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

The Great Hall was filled with cheerful air~

…

Perhaps it was because the Slytherin trio were publicly KO’d by girls, Malfoy felt incredibly humiliated.

However, going to trouble Harry and “dueling” a girl was truly dishonorable!

Mainly, he didn’t dare. He couldn’t win, and he still had a psychological shadow. So what could he do?

You pick on the softest persimmon!

That evening, when there were few people around, Malfoy stopped Neville and Ron, “Longbottom and Weasley, if you’re men, don’t hide behind girls. Tonight at 11:30, duel in the third-floor corridor! I’ll bring an assistant, and we’ll fight the two of you. A real wizard’s duel, not muggle-like fist-swinging. Do you dare?!”

Neville’s face turned red, and before he could speak, Ron had already agreed: “Ha! 2V 2, whoever doesn’t go is a grandson!”

Jerry, beside them: What about me? What about me? Don’t ignore me, hey?!

Of course, this matter couldn’t be hidden from Harry. Although Ron wanted to act like a real man, Harry still saw through their little secret at a glance.

After some interrogation, Neville was too timid to speak, Jerry confessed faster than if he had sat in a “confession-is-lenient chair,” and finally, Ron just pouted indignantly.

Harry: “Come here, I have a plan… I have a plan~”

The Gryffindor quartet planned to teach young Malfoy a lesson, giving him a righteous Gryffindor beatdown.

At the beginning of the term, Sirius had given Harry his family heirloom, the Invisibility Cloak. But now, with four people, even Harry’s Invisibility Cloak couldn’t fit them all.

Fortunately, Jerry’s racial talent in stealth was high; he walked along the walls without a sound. Quite nice~

Harry and the other two led the way under the Invisibility Cloak, while Jerry stealthily and cautiously followed behind like a mouse.

The result, well, the result was naturally that the old schemer lost to the pigeon-fancier—Malfoy stood them up. The Gryffindor quartet froze for half an hour and almost got caught by Filch. They ran for a long time before finally escaping back.

Their first night out was so embarrassing; it was truly an inauspicious start!

The next day, all four of them skipped breakfast. Ted and Hermione were worried something had happened to them.

It wasn’t until lunch that they met and told them about being stood up last night.

Harry was so angry! She wished she could cast a Cruciatus Curse on Malfoy with her eyes!

But after the incident during the first flying lesson, fighting in public again would be a big deal.

Finally, Ted offered some advice: “You can spread rumors… no, it’s the truth!”

“Spread it among your friends, say that Malfoy is a coward and didn’t dare to show up for the duel. He disgraced Slytherin’s honor. And he admitted he’s a grandson…”

For Slytherins, betrayal wasn’t a big deal; it could even be seen as a compliment.

But you couldn’t call them cowards, unworthy of being Slytherins, or say they disgraced their honor.

Old foxes with thick skins wouldn’t care. Like old Malfoy, who only cared about profit and didn’t care about face, honor was even more nonsense.

At least for the younger Slytherins, it was unbearable.

In just two days, the rumors spread. Harry had a wide network and astonishing “combat power”!

Malfoy was now so angry that he truly wanted to duel, but everyone simply ignored him. When they saw him, they would laugh, and when he was far away, they would quietly say he was a cowardly grandson~

And the rumors had evolved, saying he was trembling in his bed and even wrote to his father asking to drop out, too afraid to stay there.

After this series of actions, Malfoy was even looked at strangely by other Slytherins.

After all, children are easily influenced by collective opinion and care deeply about what others think of them.

Malfoy truly wanted to write to his father now, to express his grievances and troubles.

…

Soon, it was the second Saturday.

Everyone hadn’t done much on the first weekend of school, as there was quite a bit of homework.

Besides being in the library, everyone met in the Great Hall, played wizard chess, or chatted. And slept in.

Except for Ted, who woke up early to run every day, what child didn’t need long hours of sleep?

Hermione also tried to run with Ted, but she couldn’t keep it up for the third day and dozed off in class, so she had to give up.

Speaking of homework, Harry and Ron had already found a good method.

Besides referencing Hermione and Ted’s homework, they just padded it with a lot of fluff!

Oh, the fluff!

Even if Yu the Great were resurrected, he couldn’t manage it. Those two could supply a hydroelectric power station!

Ted looked at it once; five inches of content, and he couldn’t find a single nutritious sentence. It was like official documents!

They’ll have a future working at the Ministry of Magic!

This weekend was different; everyone was much more familiar with the school. They started to get restless.

In the morning, as Ansu flew near the Great Hall, Harry called out, “Ansu, where are you going?”

Ansu landed on a lamp stand and replied, “Caw-caw, to the kitchen for some fries~”

In two weeks, Ansu had already found the Hogwarts kitchens and befriended the house-elves, allowing him to get special meals. He was quite the social bird!

“Don’t eat yet, quickly call Ted and Hermione, there’s something fun!”

Ansu could only go back to deliver the message.

When Ted and Hermione arrived, Harry told them to hurry and follow, all the way to the third floor of the second left tower, where a dozen or so young wizards were already gathered.

Ted saw three redheads in the crowd; besides Ron, there were his two twin brothers.

“What’s going on? What are they doing?” Ted asked.

Ron eagerly blurted out, “This staircase changes!”

Hermione scoffed, “Half the staircases in the castle change. What’s so special about that?”

George came over—Ted could tell the two apart; although their appearance and demeanor were identical, there were differences in their minds that couldn’t escape a Legilimens.

He said, “It’s not just any change, you’ll see!”

With that, he walked up, and when he reached the thirteenth step, the staircase suddenly made a “clunk” sound and flattened out—or rather, turned into a slope!

All the steps flipped angles, and the upward steps became a slide, then George slid down with a whoosh. The surrounding young wizards cheered in unison.

A small wizard quickly said, “My turn, my turn!” and eagerly climbed the now-restored staircase.

Ted and Hermione looked at each other, watching Harry, Neville, Ron, and others having a blast. They had a question: Is this all there is to it? Doesn’t the wizarding world have slides?!

On Sunday morning, Ted returned from his run and saw another strange sight—a suit of knight’s armor singing.

The humming was a bit off-key, but “it” was enjoying itself.

The problem was that its two brothers on either side clearly couldn’t stand it. They looked at it several times, but it stopped for a few seconds and then started singing again.

Finally, the two suits of armor actually got angry, charged forward, and each landed a punch, smashing the singing armor to pieces!

Ted quickly ran, not wanting Filch to see and accuse him of doing it. That old geezer would totally do it!

However, this also piqued Ted’s curiosity, and he began to study the armor inside the castle.

Ted knew a lot about the moving portraits from the original work, but no one had talked in detail about the moving armor in the castle.

What were their principles and duties?

Through his observations, he found that not all armor moved.

Some were just decorative armor or souvenirs.

For example, goblin armor—a cruel wizard wanted his goblin to protect him in battle and had this armor made.

Unexpectedly, this thing was also considered “clothing,” and the goblin wearing the armor immediately apparated away.

There were also centaur armor and troll armor, and so on.

Secondly, there were some rule-based armor that would move to specific positions at specific times, likely on a cycle of several days or hours, like patrolling.

Finally, there were those that were more autonomous, such as the humming armor and the two armors that beat up the humming armor. They were more like portraits, with a high degree of freedom, but they were few in number…