Chapter 497: The Match

Fortunately, training started early, and Angelina wouldn't keep looking for Bai Lang to train—being able to persuade him to join the team had already consumed a huge amount of Angelina's courage; if she continued to drag him to participate in training time and time again, Angelina's courage would need a recharge. Bai Lang knew very well that he had become an outlier in the eyes of his classmates, the most ferocious kind; his killing of people was recognized by everyone, and there were rumors of Harry Potter hurting people, but they were just rumors...

Umbridge was "making trouble" in every professor's course, but she was just conducting teaching evaluations; looking at her appearance, she was prepared to drive away one or two professors to establish her authority. In Fudge's view, it was also time for the Ministry of Magic's authority to penetrate into Hogwarts. He highly suspected that Dumbledore wanted to usurp his position as Minister for Magic—or rather, replace him with someone more obedient to be Minister.

When Umbridge discovered that Bai Lang almost never interfered with her, she immediately gave full play to her annoying nature, targeting those students who were unfavorable to the Ministry of Magic in every class—the focus was Harry Potter, because he insisted that Voldemort had resurrected through the sensing of his scar. Bai Lang was already academically free; if he just wanted to pass, he had already achieved that.

He could be sure he would pass the O. W. L. s, but he definitely couldn't qualify for the next level of exams, and many jobs within the Ministry of Magic were already closed to him—this was also the path for most ordinary young wizards. In fact, Bai Lang had never understood how the economy of the magical world operated, but it didn't matter; let them be. Anyway, he wouldn't stay here for a long time.

That Sophie kept sending letters, and Bai Lang only replied when he was forced to. At Hogwarts, Bai Lang didn't have any close girlfriends—generally, by the time they reached his fifth year, most classmates had partners. Bai Lang was one of the few people without a partner—presumably, they were all afraid of him. "It's a pity, I'm clearly handsome." Bai Lang had already shot up to over 1.7 meters by this time, which wasn't short in England these days.

His figure was well-proportioned and sturdy, and his hair was fine, not long or short, just to his ears, a bit fluffy, but that stubble made him look much more mature than his actual age. Bai Lang was already using a razor; he had to shave every day, otherwise, he would grow a big beard, truly in the style of a bodyguard. With sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, a nose like a hanging gall, and a big beard, Bai Lang was also quite pleased with himself when he looked in the mirror. "Long time no see, Bodyguard Ao?"

Yes, the bodyguard was back. Bai Lang felt that he was truly majestic, no longer that fair-faced boy. During this period, his muscle fullness was also rising, and both strength and speed had made great progress—"Development is really good!" Bai Lang was quite satisfied after taking a bath, looking at his lush hair and adult body. It was precisely after development that his muscles completely got rid of the thin, long type of a young boy and began to become suitable for his power expansion.

Bai Lang couldn't give up his flamboyant behavior, so no one stopped him when he openly slipped into the prefects' bathroom. After taking a bath, this person posed in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, admiring himself. "Look at these developed and smooth muscle lines, why the hell am I so beautiful!" Although they weren't the professional muscles used for viewing like a bodybuilder, Bai Lang's actual combat muscle lines were still quite beautiful.

It was just that the separation lines between the muscles weren't very obvious, having been filled in quite a bit by fat. So Bai Lang's waist circumference wasn't small; compared to his height and chest circumference, it wasn't the kind of tiger-back and wolf-waist look, but rather a tiger-back and tiger-waist look, which was also the body type a true fighter should have. "The regrettable thing is that as the muscles grew, my neck became shorter..." This represented a great enhancement in anti-strike ability, but he lost the thin, long neck of a pretty boy.

Bai Lang's narcissism was unknown to outsiders; only he himself felt it was incredibly cool.

Quidditch also needed training. Angelina presumably also summoned the courage to come and find Bai Lang for joint training. "Actually, there's no need for this; I don't eat people. You can just notify me directly." Bai Lang said gently. And at this time, Harry Potter's D. A. organization's illegal activities had been going on for more than a month, and Umbridge obviously smelled something unusual—this toad-like woman really should have gone to work for MI6.

Bai Lang held his wand; he didn't want to try any broomstick again. Flying with a wand wasn't much different from a broomstick anyway—anyway, it seemed equally clumsy. Bai Lang was very sure of one thing, and that was that he had no talent for magical flight. If only Dio were allowed to play, how good that would be. But fortunately, if he were a Beater, this bit of flight skill and flight speed would be enough; anyway, it was nothing more than hitting the ball with a stick.

In this regard, Neville and Bai Lang were about the same, both belonging to the type with poor flight skills but outstanding hitting skills. Neville could just treat the Bludger as a wooden dummy to chop, and Bai Lang could go a step further and hit it to where it should go. As for catching the Golden Snitch, that was Ginny's business.

Staying in school and not being able to go out to hunt Death Eaters made Bai Lang a bit bored, but Umbridge's perverse actions made him feel a bit of fun. Anyway, she was targeting the Gryffindor students who liked to cause trouble, not the Gryffindor Bai Lang, especially Harry Potter. Professor Trelawney was fired, and Umbridge found her first victim. Dumbledore had to come out to take Trelawney in, and when Umbridge mentioned the new professor...

Bai Lang saw a centaur appear at Hogwarts, accompanied by the students' exclamations and whispers, and of course, Umbridge's very ugly face. Bai Lang had no malice toward centaurs, although these guys were not very willing to get along with humans, but Bai Lang also had some sympathy for this kind of thin "man-donkey"—I don't know why, but in his memory, centaurs should be monsters with a height of 3.5 to 4 meters when standing, and a weight of more than 1.5 tons. Just the height of the horse body should be 1.8 to 2 meters.

Bai Lang didn't go to class, because he found that this centaur professor was obviously very nervous in occasions where Bai Lang was present, so for the sake of his classmates, Bai Lang didn't go to class. He didn't care much about whether he could graduate; anyway, Bai Lang had already made up his mind to rob and blackmail, at worst, he could just run between Azkaban and his own house. With his ability, a mere Azkaban was like home, and it couldn't stop him at all.

"Sooner or later I'll visit Azkaban, Dementors can't stop me." Bai Lang thought.

The Quidditch match against Ravenclaw was Bai Lang's first appearance, and perhaps it would also be his last—Harry Potter's lifetime ban was a joke. Bai Lang believed that before the next match started, Umbridge would be gone, and then this ban would be left unsettled... ===== CHAPTER 498 =====