Chapter 56 Schrödinger's State [Fashion Components]
Meanwhile, in the locker room.
Draco Malfoy and the other players were changing into their bright green Quidditch uniforms (Gryffindor wore red).
The tall, monstrous-looking Marcus Flint was conducting a tactical review: "I want to emphasize again, the Chasers, including myself, need to do more than just break through Wood's defense and score! We also need to find the right opportunity to attack Gryffindor's weaknesses! Derian! What are their weaknesses?"
A similarly tall and muscular man with a thick chin and dark hair replied in a deep voice: "Their Chasers! Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Arya Spinnet. They're all technically good. But they're very weak in physical confrontations. As long as I get a little close, a light bump will send them crashing to the ground."
Flint nodded in satisfaction: "Good. I trust you. You're a veteran of Slytherin. Familiar with all kinds of fouls." "Skills. It's a pity you're graduating next year. But Monta will take over your position then, just like Draco took over Terrence's. You need to perform well and let Monta learn from you."
He then turned to the two relatively 'slender' but very strong-armed men: "Derrick, Bool. Your task is the most challenging. You have to guard against Gryffindor's ace—the Weasley twins. They're like human-shaped running balls, intercepting running balls for their teammates while also finding opportunities to attack us from all sorts of incredible angles. At the same time, you also need to do your job well—intercept running balls and use running balls to attack players from other teams. You're not without your advantages, though; no one can get up and keep flying after being hit by one of your balls."
Then he looked at a man who seemed to be made of muscles. "Miles, all you need to do is block the ball."
Finally, he looked at Draco, the shortest and thinnest of the seven. "Are you okay? Terence said you're better than him. You've certainly played well, but your physique—"
Draco Malfoy took a deep breath. "I'll prove I'm the best!"
A quarter of an hour later.
He was already straddling his flying broomstick.
His teammates surrounded him.
On the opposite side was the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Madam Hooch, as the referee, stood in the center of the field, holding her flying broomstick.
"Listen, I expect everyone to play fairly and honestly."
Draco didn't care that Madam Hooch was staring at them as she spoke.
Now, his eyes were only on that figure.
That genius who, the moment he touched the broomstick, displayed a skill far surpassing his own!
"If you're a genius, then I'm a genius of hard work! I'll prove that hard work can surpass genius!"
"Come on, Harry Potter!"
Across from him, Harry, a little nervous about the impending match, suddenly noticed Malfoy staring intently at him, motionless.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the banner fluttering high, emblazoned with "Potter Will Win" above the crowd.
He instantly forgot his anxiety.
It felt like he was back in flying class,
exchanging blows with Draco Malfoy.
His happiest moments, when he forgot all his worries.
So, he flashed a bright smile at Malfoy.
Malfoy's eyes twitched, his teeth grinding.
"Is he looking down on me?!?!"
At that moment, Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle loudly.
Harry and Malfoy slammed their fists into the ground, as the other 13 broomsticks soared into the sky. The match had begun.
Basil watched the contestants flying through the air with envy.
He had been preparing to craft summoning cards from his broomsticks.
Imagine summoning ten brooms at once, controlling them to carry the bed through the sky.
That would be incredibly cool!
However, the fastest racing broom—the Firebolt—wouldn't be released until the summer between second and third grade, in 1993.
Sigh, why can't Riddle fly!
He now knew that the Death Eaters' signature black mist flight in the movies didn't exist. The only one
who could fly without a flying device was Voldemort.
But that was just a rumor.
Most wizards considered it nonsense.
But Riddle said it might be true.
"I hate relying on external things. I prefer to do everything myself. So in my search for immortality, I gave up the Philosopher's Stone from the start. And flight, I did yearn for it, perhaps I've already conquered it."
If only he could fly.
Although it seemed simple: cast a spell on his broomstick or a levitation charm on himself.
But considering everyone thought no wizard could fly on their own, it wasn't that simple.
He sighed again, focusing his attention on the competition.
Hmm? Angelina is so beautiful!
He hadn't even noticed before!
In the movies? That
's right, there are indeed beautiful women among black people, but movies don't usually cast them, just like with Black Mermaid, Shang-Chi had to choose those two things.
The closeness of hearts, when applied to wizards, allows their magnetic fields to align.
Even when restricted by Voldemort, the diary Horcrux can draw life force from it.
And as a permanent summon, the diary, manifesting a second entity, a youthful version of Voldemort, sensed its master's sorrow.
A caring older brother appeared.
"My lord, perhaps you could consider going to Diagon Alley."
Just as Basil was intently watching the game, letting out a sigh of relief as he dodged a dangerous collision from Flint for Angelina, Riddle's voice rang out.
"Diagon Alley?" Basil didn't immediately understand.
Especially since Hagrid squeezed in with his large telescope.
"Excuse me, excuse me, make way."
Basil, Hermione, and Ron wanted to give Hagrid space.
"Yes, Diagon Alley. Have you forgotten the Mystery Shop? Madam Malkin's Robes Shop?"
Basil suppressed his excitement, "You mean, when I get to Diagon Alley, the [Fashion Components] will activate?"
In his mind, those cool outfits flashed by.
Especially that [Midnight Phantom] outfit; in the game, wearing it allows you to float like a ghost.
If it were to actually appear, or even become a reality,
you wouldn't completely die like a ghost, and passing through walls and flying wouldn't be impossible!
Maybe you could even... cough cough...
Riddle, why isn't his system sprite a pretty girl?
That way he could reward her properly!
"Don't be too happy yet. You only received the message about the missing [Achievement Component], [Library Component], and [Arena Component]] after you fully activated the system at Hogwarts. You might also receive the message about the missing [Fashion Component] after you arrive at Diagon Alley."
Hearing this, the system sprites in Basil's mind, resembling Narcissa, Lady Grey... all instantly reverted to one, returning to their original form.
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