Chapter 195

The Quidditch match took place as scheduled.

The next afternoon, En sat on the stands, Jia Jia Siting beside him, while Hemin, Luoen, and Nawei waited outside the locker room, wishing Harry good luck.

Harry knew they were secretly afraid they would never see him return alive.

He looked toward the stands; though his view was blocked, he somehow still felt En’s gaze overlooking everything.

En’s magical skill had long surpassed anything they could imagine; everyone subconsciously believed it was enough to handle adult wizards.

Only by thinking this way could Harry find some comfort.

Harry put on his Quidditch robe, picked up his Firebolt 2000, and paid no attention to Wood’s pep talk.

Meanwhile, Luoen, Nawei, and Hemin scattered across the stands, looking heavy-hearted and anxious, each carrying their wands to the match.

During discussions, none of them had found anything too terrifying, but now that they were separated, each responsible for their own area, fear surged up at once.

What if the caster was insane? What if he unleashed terrible curses on them without hesitation?

Everyone in the Hut had been secretly practicing Finite Incantatem.

Their goal was to prevent unknown enemies from casting spells and to locate them, so a strong defensive Finite Incantatem became their top choice.

“Remember, don’t forget—it’s Finite.”

As Luoen tucked his wand into his sleeve, Hemin whispered.

“I know.”

Luoen rarely agreed with Hemin, but now he was trembling with nerves.

“Stop nagging.”

Inside the locker room, Wood pulled Harry aside.

“I’m not trying to pressure you, Potter, but today we need to catch the Snitch faster than ever. We must finish this quickly—deny Snape any chance to favor Hufflepuff.”

“All the students are out!”

Fred Wei Wei Silai peered out the door and said,

“Even—good heavens—Dumbledore is here to watch the match!”

Harry’s heart lurched.

It wasn’t just him—everyone on the stands felt the same surge.

“Thank goodness—excuse me, let me through—”

Luoen ran around the stands, his eyes scanning for En—there were still some empty seats.

“Dumbledore’s here—”

“It’s Headmaster Dumbledore—”

They arrived together and said the same thing.

Hemin cut off Luoen’s words and spoke herself:

“That guy won’t dare reveal himself—looks like the ‘First Round Table Plan’ is on hold.”

Her face still held excitement, fear, anticipation, and relief, finally settling into a complex sigh,

“I wonder when he’ll strike again…”

Hearing this, the excited Luoen fell silent.

“Regardless, we’ll be ready for him, right?”

Jia Jia Siting smiled.

Everyone looked at him, then at En, calmly enjoying his pudding, and their nerves steadied; they nodded firmly.

After the crisis passed, everyone settled down to watch the Quidditch match.

“The match has begun! The biggest highlight remains Gryffindor’s Seeker, Harry Potter! He represents Gryffindor—now Gryffindor has possession, Angelina Johnson preparing to shoot!

Hufflepuff blocks it—now it’s Harry Potter—wait, what did he just do?!

The match is over! Harry Potter! He caught the Golden Snitch! In just… five minutes!”

The stands erupted; this would be a new record—no one remembered a Snitch being caught so fast in any match before.

“Did you see that?! Hemin, Nawei! Oh my goodness! We won!”

Luoen called out excitedly to everyone.

En watched the young wizards cheering wildly, and understood: though Quidditch was boring, it carried so much else.

Expectations from friends, the thirst for collective honor, the pursuit of the game itself and the spirit of competition… at least it gave the young wizards a profound memory.

But it still held too little appeal for En; after the match, he went to the Transfiguration office.

Hagrid asked him to visit the Forbidden Forest today to introduce him to a “special magical creature.”

En had been looking forward to this for some time—could it be the Norwegian Ridgeback had arrived early?

Or had there been a reasonable deviation in his memory’s timeline?

After all, in his memory, the original text never clearly stated when the Norwegian Ridgeback arrived; En had only estimated the timeframe based on major events.

Inside the Transfiguration office, Professor McGonagall was writing as usual.

She occasionally glanced at En’s Transfiguration practice and corrected minor errors.

Time passed with the soft rustling of snow falling on the windows.

En waved his wand at the fireplace; the flames clearly formed a large, snarling lizard head—fierce yet slightly comical.

But En had actually intended to transfigure a dragon…

His Transfiguration from “object” to “magic” had progressed rapidly, aided by his special talent.

Thanks to his imitation of the inherent magical forms of magical creatures, he had easily completed what a young wizard would take seven years to master.

Fire lizards, fire crabs, snowmen, water serpents—all were magical forms En could command freely.

But once separated from the inherent magical circuitry of the magical creatures themselves, creating one from nothing became extremely difficult.

For example, with fireplace transfiguration, En could only control a small patch; for transfigured wizard chess pieces, he could only manipulate a few tiny ones.

This made it clear how powerful Dumbledore’s casual command of statues and McGonagall’s stone pillars truly were.

En suspected they might even surpass the [Master] level in this field.

Then what lay beyond the Master?

“Goodbye, Professor McGonagall.”

En bowed politely and left the Transfiguration office.

Professor McGonagall watched his small figure vanish at the door, then took a quiet sip of hot tea.

It was from Ma Ma Kusi… he hadn’t sent anything in a long time.

…

On the way to the Forbidden Forest, En imagined freely—the dragon could do more than help him bake dragon biscuits; it could aid his research into Transfiguration from “fire” to “dragon.”

In Fiendfyre, fire could begin to transfigure into a horde of beasts made of flame: fire lizards, chimeras, dragons…

En suddenly felt this resembled his own Transfiguration journey—could he… have accidentally invented Fiendfyre himself?

He opened his panel:

【Wizard En, Dark Magic Talent: Gold】

【Evaluation: You are a rare genius in the history of Dark Magic; Dark Magic embraces you willingly—you are the born King of Dark Magic】

Dark Magic, En thought—better not embrace it…