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"Oh, really? How many people can learn it? Can anyone pass on my batting skills? How many Quidditch players from different houses can they defeat at once?"
Claire asked with some interest.
Professor McGonagall shook her head, gave Claire a strange look, and said, "No, although many people learn it, because they are beaten so often, other opposing players will immediately target the opponent's Beaters. As a result, many Beaters are knocked off the Quidditch pitch shortly after the start of the game. Therefore, Beaters often don't feel much participation."
"Also, because the number of members of the Quidditch team you lead has gradually decreased with graduation, the Gryffindor Quidditch team has not won the championship for two years. When you return to Hogwarts, you must go to the Gryffindor Quidditch team to train them."
Claire fell silent after hearing this. She didn't expect that her junior classmates were so disappointing. They were targeted by others for learning her method. It was really unreasonable.
It has always been my turn to target others, but when will it be the turn of those who learn my methods to be targeted? I really can't tell the difference between the big and small kings, right?
Claire nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, Professor McGonagall. As long as I'm there, there will only be one champion on the Quidditch field, and that's Gryffindor. I'll let them know that the man who dominated their nightmares is back!"
"Haha, okay, I'll be waiting for your good news. Go ahead, go back and prepare well. Be careful when school starts."
...
After bidding farewell to Professor McGonagall, Claire returned to Food for All and immediately entered the special space, once again immersed in the magic nodes that lit up the Motla Rat Magic Pattern.
Time passed little by little, and as time went by, the number of unlit magic nodes of the Motla Rat Magic Pattern became fewer and fewer.
Claire, who should have been happy, did not have a happy look on her face, but rather looked a little worried.
The reason was simple. As the school term drew closer, Mundungus still hadn't replied to his message. Time was running out. If Mundungus didn't reply, he would either miss out on the Phoenix's Nirvana Mark or spend a fortune trying to buy the Meditation Basin from some ancient families.
Just as Claire was hesitating, the time came to August 20th. Claire, who was still lighting up the magic nodes of the Motla Rat Magic Pattern, suddenly had an idea and the silver goblet appeared in her hand.
Claire looked at the piece of parchment in the goblet and took it out with some excitement.
He unfolded the parchment in front of him. There were few words on it, and they were written very sloppily. It was obvious that the writer was in a hurry when he wrote them, and there were only a few sentences.
"See you at the usual place at 11pm!"
Seeing this, Claire felt relieved. Having news was better than no news, and it was better than the torment of waiting.
After putting the things away, Claire felt much more relaxed, and she no longer cared so much about the magic nodes that were becoming increasingly difficult to light up.
When nine-tenths of the magic nodes of the Motla Rat Magic Pattern were lit up, the difficulty of lighting up the magic nodes soared, and it took him several days to light up the remaining one-third.
Moreover, as more and more magic nodes are lit up, the difficulty of lighting them up becomes higher and higher, and it is difficult to compare with the previous speed.
However, when Claire used the Motla Rat Magic Mark to observe himself, he found that the black mist around him was getting more and more, but was being repelled farther and farther away, so he felt relieved.
The current Motla Rat Magic Pattern is enough, and it is not so urgent to light up the complete Motla Rat Magic Pattern, so he has plenty of time and can take his time.
As her mood improved, Claire felt that time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was evening.
Claire asked Teacup to prepare some food and they had a good dinner.
Because of Voldemort's curse, he had been busy in that space for more than twenty days, and even his meals were eaten in a hurry.
After dinner, it was already past ten o'clock. Claire went to the sofa to rest for a while. When it came to ten fifty, Claire's figure suddenly disappeared from the sofa.
...
In the Forest of Dean, countless oak trees stand tall, blocking the moonlight from the sky, making the already dark night even darker in the forest.
In this inky darkness, in a densely wooded area somewhere in the forest, tents hidden in the darkness are covered by lush plants. In front of each tent stands a figure wrapped in a cloak.
This is a private trading place for wizards. Anything can be purchased here. Special black magic props are the most popular items here and can always be sold at a good price.
Of course, the origins of the items here cannot be investigated in depth, and the items purchased here do not provide any after-sales guarantee from the store.
Just like the black market or ghost market in the East, goods cannot be returned or exchanged once they change hands.
Even if you buy a fake product, you can only swallow your anger and accept it.
In the pitch-black forest, figures hiding themselves under cloaks came here one after another, approaching and whispering to the people in front of each tent. Some people left directly, while others were brought into the tent.
At this moment, a cloaked man appeared in the dark forest, dressed like the others, and blended in with the crowd.
This person was Claire, who came here in response to Mundungus's appointment.
At this time, Claire did not rush to find Mundungus. Instead, she stopped in front of the tent closest to her, lowered her head and approached the people in front of the tent, and whispered, "Are there any special magical creatures?"
"No."
A low voice came, but Claire was not disappointed and continued to walk inside.
He asked each cloaked man he passed, until the fourth one, when he finally got a different answer.
"Yes, follow me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cloaked man turned and entered the tent.
Claire followed him into the tent, her vision suddenly widening and brightening. She scanned the room and saw the magical creatures the man had mentioned. She shook her head in disappointment and said, "The special magical creatures I'm talking about aren't these Hebridean black dragons or other fire dragons. They're magical creatures with special abilities. Do you know what special abilities are? For example, magical creatures like phoenixes, unicorns, or bird-snakes."
After a moment's silence, the cloaked figure said in a somewhat aggressive voice, "Are you kidding? Not to mention how rare the phoenix is, unicorns are incredibly rare. It's said that there are unicorns in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. You can go look for them there."
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