After all, doing things under Dumbledore's nose is a big challenge for both Quirrell and Voldemort.

Moreover, Snape had become alert and did not give the latter even the slightest chance.

However, for students, entering November means a big event, which is the Quidditch season that will be held as scheduled every semester.

The fanatical atmosphere was incomprehensible to Zuo Si, who had always been interested in sports.

What puzzled him even more was that many students would risk all their pocket money for the entire semester or even fight over which team was stronger.

Anyway, as the first Quidditch match of this semester approaches, the friction and conflicts between the various houses begin to escalate rapidly, causing the professors and castle managers to become extremely annoyed.

The students of Gryffindor House, in particular, were looking forward to the famous savior Harry Potter having an outstanding performance in the competition.

It would be best if we could defeat our arch-rival Slytherin House and bring back both the Quidditch trophy and the house cup.

Of course, this expectation also caused Harry considerable psychological pressure.

Because he had never been so valued and expected of by others before, he was afraid that he would not do well enough and disappoint everyone, so he was in a state of excitement and tension from morning to night every day.

In addition, as the temperature dropped sharply in November, the British Isles officially entered the cold and wet winter.

In order to keep warm, the little wizards put on thick and warm coats, and even had special scarves printed with the emblems of their respective colleges.

Whenever they had the chance, they would gather around a fireplace or bonfire to keep warm.

In the entire Hogwarts Castle, only Zuo Si was the maverick. He did not wear any clothes with the color of his own school. He only had a pure black robe, and even the logo of Slytherin House on it had been torn off.

This blatant disdain and contempt for the college made many Slytherin students very angry.

They couldn't even understand why the Sorting Hat sent such an outlier in.

However, apart from the helpless rage in their hearts, these little wizards could do nothing at all.

After all, in terms of strength, Zuo Si can defeat a group of them alone, and he is an expert in playing tricks and schemes.

Several senior girls even tried to put aphrodisiacs in drinks and food in an attempt to tame Zuo Si, the unruly genius.

But without exception, they all drank it for unknown reasons and ended up falling into crazy narcissism.

The ugly behavior he displayed under the effect of the potion will definitely become the dark history in his life that he is most reluctant to recall and face.

In the end, it was thanks to the antidote prepared by the headmaster Snape that he finally returned to normal.

From then on, drugging Zuo Si became a taboo in Slytherin House.

Because no one could figure out how Zuo Si managed to detect the potions in the food and drinks in advance, let alone how he made these girls drink the love potion willingly.

When faced with the unknown, most people’s first subconscious reaction is often not curiosity, but fear from the bottom of their hearts.

What's more, with Ron's big mouth spreading the news, many students have heard that Zuo Si blew up an entire corridor and a giant monster with just one spell.

So Slytherin House's fear of him grew day by day.

Even some senior students began to call Zuo Si "King Cobra".

As one of the very few snakes that feed on snakes, this title symbolizes its special status in the academy and the fear it receives from other students.

Lucius Malfoy even wrote a letter to Draco himself, strictly forbidding his son to provoke Zuo Si again.

You have to know that he came from the era of Voldemort and understood what such a terrifying magical talent meant.

In this way, in a strange balance, Zuo Si spent several days comfortably without any interference.

When the time came to the eve of the Quidditch game, George, one of the Weasley twins, suddenly asked after finishing his assistant work: "Hey, South. Are you going to watch the game tomorrow?"

"No, I won't."

Zuo Si gave a negative answer without hesitation.

There's nothing wrong with his brain.

I would not sit on an outdoor platform in this cold and humid climate, blowing in the cold wind, risking being hit by bludgers and players falling from their broomsticks, to watch a game that is basically uninteresting and extremely boring.

Because the flying brooms were flying very fast and there were no large screens on the field to replay sports games like in the Muggle world, it was almost impossible to see the players who looked like black dots in the distance with the naked eye.

And there is no fairness in its rules.

The fact that catching the Golden Snitch could instantly earn 150 points and end the game was simply hilarious, turning the other team members into circus clowns serving the Seeker, just to provide a little entertainment and jokes before the Golden Snitch was caught, and to prevent the audience from falling asleep due to boredom.

What if the Snitch cannot be caught for a long time? Are these players really allowed to fly on the field for more than ten hours, dozens of hours, or even days or weeks? In that case, the audience would have run away long ago, and what would be the point of the game? The most outrageous thing is that this extremely dangerous and barbaric game does not distinguish between male and female groups, so it is extremely unfair to young students and female contestants.

When the players are riding brooms and colliding with each other, it goes without saying that the lighter one will suffer the most.

This also led to the fact that among the teams of the four Hogwarts colleges, the Slytherins, who were only pursuing victory, were almost all composed of strong boys from the senior grades.

Although there are girls in the other three teams, there are usually only one or two of them, and most of them play roles as substitutes or seekers, which do not require fierce confrontation.

In addition, in the books introducing Quidditch, more than 700 foul methods are listed, and all of them have appeared in the World Cup...

There are so many ways to cheat, and the monitoring and response measures are so minimal, basically relying entirely on the referee's eyes. Isn't this a disguised encouragement of fouls?

Oh, yes, and there is also the iron Bludger that can kill people.

Yes!

You heard it right!

This thing is made of iron! It can easily tear down a grandstand, and it can even keep up with high-speed flying brooms like the Nimbus 2000.

Imagine an iron ball with a diameter of 25 centimeters, which is almost twice the size of the shot put used in official international competitions.

Then, how terrifying is the kinetic energy that can be generated by hitting the human body at an average speed of 300 kilometers per hour? You should know that the shells of the modern M1857 field gun, also known as the Napoleon gun, which was so brilliant in the American Civil War, are far less than one-third of the size and weight of a Bludger.

It is estimated that only the 30-pound main battleship gun used by the British Royal Navy can barely compare with it.

This means that all players on the Quidditch field are constantly chased by a cannonball fired from a super-heavy artillery with a built-in tracking function.

Zuo Si was very skeptical as to how Harry Potter managed to survive being hit by a Bludger.

According to normal mechanics, even if only one arm was hit, the whole person would be thrown into the air and then fall headfirst to the ground, with the probability of breaking the neck or smashing the head exceeding 50%.

If he was even more unlucky and the Bludger fell vertically on the spot, the savior would have to say goodbye to his colorful life in advance.

As for the arm, it was definitely not just a broken bone, but it flew directly off the body accompanied by horrific bleeding.

Although with the current level of trauma treatment in the magic world, anyone who does not die on the spot can basically be saved.

But what if it shoots directly in the head or penetrates the heart?

One hundred percent of them will die on the spot! There won't be any suspense at all! Zuo Si seriously suspected that the guy who added the Bludger setting in the first place probably wanted to use this method to take revenge on society.

In his opinion, compared with the Bludger, the three unforgivable curses were weak.

The former can even kill people legally and reasonably.

However, although Zuo Si was not very interested in Quidditch games, he was quite interested in the manufacturing process of the Bludger. He planned to find some time to study it, make a few with solid iron balls, and inlay them with fine gold spikes or blades, and eventually achieve the permanent shrinking technique.

In this way, when you encounter a large number of enemies, you can release these "killer weapons" with automatic tracking functions. I believe the scene will be very spectacular.

Of course, on this basis, you can also add functions such as high-speed spin cutting to increase the lethality.

In short, Zuo Si is very optimistic about the weapons developed based on the Bludger.

"So you don't support the Slytherin team?" Fred's eyes lit up slightly.

"Yeah. Especially Captain Marcus Flint, don't hesitate to take drastic action when you can."

When saying this, Zuo Si's tone revealed his naked and undisguised malice towards this senior.

He would never forget that it was this guy who made the loudest noise on the first night of school and had been trying to make trouble in private.

"OK! Got it! Don't worry, we promise to knock Marcus Flint off the broom during tomorrow's game." George promised solemnly.

Fred agreed with a smirk, "Right. We'll swing our bats at Marcus Flint and give him a taste of what it's like to fall off his broom."

"Hehe... When we joined the team and chose to be batsmen, wasn't it so that we could knock those annoying guys off their brooms on the field?"

"Yes! It's like swatting a fly, my dear brother."

George and Fred high-fived each other in perfect tacit understanding, with happy smiles on their faces.

Seeing this funny couple start to show their comedic talents again, Hermione couldn't help but hold her forehead and asked, "If I remember correctly, being hit by a Bludger should be a very dangerous thing, right?"

"Yes, it is very, very dangerous. According to records, the highest mortality rate in Quidditch is being hit by a Bludger, followed by accidentally falling off a broom."

Fred answered in the affirmative without hesitation.

"Then why are you using it to hit people? Aren't you afraid of someone getting killed?" Hermione's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

She couldn't believe that a school would allow students to participate in such a dangerous sport with absolutely no protection.

George shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "If someone is killed by a Bludger on the court, it's just bad luck. No one else can be blamed. By the way, people who are hit by a Bludger die very quickly and don't feel any pain at all."

"I totally agree! When I was a kid, I watched a game where a poor seeker got his head smashed on the spot because he didn't notice the Bludger flying by." Fred also added fuel to the fire.

It can be seen from the twin brothers' nonchalant attitude that they don't care much about dying in such a dangerous sport.

In other words, wizards' views on life and death are fundamentally different from those of Muggles.

Many wizards are not even afraid of death at all, and even enjoy the tension and excitement of a brush with death.

"My God! This is so barbaric and bloody. I can't believe that the Ministry of Magic has banned many dark arts, but it has not banned this ridiculous competition that has caused countless casualties."

Hermione was obviously frightened by the horrific scenes described by the two brothers.

After all, she has been an excellent student and a good child since she was a child, and she has an instinctive fear of blood and death.

"Believe me, if the Ministry of Magic dares to ban this sport, the current Minister of Magic will be impeached and removed from office in minutes. You don't understand the importance of Quidditch to wizards." George explained seriously.

On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, the twin brothers told Hermione a lot about the origin of Quidditch and how it gradually developed into the first national sport in the wizarding world.

It even lists some very famous Quidditch players in school, such as Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor House.

I have to say, this news is indeed quite shocking.

At least Hermione could hardly see any trace of a Quidditch player in Professor McGonagall, who always looked serious.

It is even more difficult to imagine this respectable professor, when he was young, wearing his team uniform and riding a broomstick, violently colliding with his opponents in the sky, and then winning one game after another.

But no matter what, through George and Fred's description, the girl finally had a deep understanding of the status of Quidditch in the wizarding world.

Its importance and popularity even far exceed the status of football in the Muggle world.

Early the next morning, the lobby on the first floor was packed with people.

Since there were no classes, almost all students of all ages in the school gathered here, enjoying a rich and nutritious breakfast while discussing which college team would win the championship trophy this year.

Of course, the most talked about topic is whether Harry Potter, who was promoted out of turn, can demonstrate the ability and level that matches his fame.

This kind of public discussion in front of so many people, where he was pointed at and criticized by others, made poor Harry so nervous that he couldn't even eat.

"You have to eat some breakfast."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"At least have one piece of toast."

"I'm not hungry."

The more people around him coaxed and persuaded him, the worse Harry felt, and the greater the psychological pressure he felt.

He even saw his roommate Seamus Finnigan smearing ketchup on the sausages on his plate, and he vowed: "Eat something, buddy, you need to maintain sufficient physical strength. Because the seeker is always the main target of the opponent's defense. If you don't eat, you will have no strength and might be knocked off the broom."

"And there's the Bludger! That thing is extremely dangerous! It's like a high-speed moving cannonball. If it hits your head or heart, you'll most likely die on the spot. You have to be extra careful." Hermione, who had just returned from the library, reminded worriedly.

In order to confirm the material and weight of the Bludger, she went to check some relevant books early in the morning.

You won’t know the result until you see it, and you’ll be shocked when you see it.

According to the density of iron, a Bludger with a diameter of 25 centimeters could weigh an astonishing 60 kilograms or more.

If you get hit by this thing, you can basically say goodbye to this world.

In the girl's eyes, the Quidditch sport that is popular throughout the wizarding world has been upgraded from "extremely dangerous" to "murderous game".

Beaters like the Weasley twins were executioners with a legal license to kill.

Most importantly, she simply couldn't figure out what kind of spells and magic were cast on a mere stick that could instantly stop a 64-kilogram iron ball flying at high speed and forcibly change its flight direction.

You have to know that this is equivalent to a shell fired from a heavy naval gun.

"Don't worry, Bludgers are usually heavy and the chances of being hit are low as long as you are smart. What's more, our academy's beaters George and Fred will protect Harry." Seamus Finnigan shrugged indifferently.

"But if you get hit, the chance of dying on the spot is over 90%. Damn it! I don't understand why you are so obsessed with such a dangerous sport."

Hermione rolled her eyes angrily and turned to discuss countermeasures with Zuo Si, who always sat in the corner of the hall and was not sociable.

But before she could get close, she suddenly saw Slytherin's female prefect Gemma Farley walk past her and walk straight to Zuo Si, smiling and asking: "Will you come to watch the Quidditch game today? Or in other words, are you willing to support our college team?"

"I don't want to. But if the Beaters of the Gryffindor team could knock Marcus Flint and his group of simple-minded, strong-limbed bastards down from the sky and cripple them one by one, I would be very happy to go there and watch it in person. It's a pity that the professors won't allow this to happen."

As he said this, Zuo Si showed an expression of deep regret on his face, and he did not lower his voice at all, deliberately letting the Slytherin team members who were eating not far away hear it.

Especially when Captain Marcus Flint heard himself being named and called a "waste", he immediately became so angry that his face turned red, and he even crushed the boiled egg in his hand.

Some senior students, overcome by anger, even subconsciously stood up and tried to draw their wands.

But just one second later, everyone regained their composure and clarity.

Because the front end of the wand in Zuo Si's hand had begun to flash a dazzling white light at some point, and his face was filled with an expectant and dangerous smile, as if a powerful spell would be shot out from the front end in the next moment.

This action instantly reminded them of the pain they felt on the first night of school when they were trapped in the stairs and burned by flames.

Facts have proven that fighting violence with violence is always the fastest and most effective method.

Even the law is based on fighting violence with violence.

可左思显然并不打算就这样放过对方，而是继续当着全校学生的面嘲讽道：“看见了吗？这就是斯莱特林学院的球队，一群只会欺软怕硬的废物。我甚至不确定，他们究竟还能不能够被称之为男人。也许马库斯·弗林特应该带头去麻瓜医院把下边那玩意切了做个变性手术，反正留着也没什么用。如此一来，他们就可以互相以姐妹相称。”

伴随着这句极具侮辱性的话脱口而出，整个一楼大厅其他学院的学生先是愣了两三秒钟，紧跟着便不约而同的发出震耳欲聋的爆笑。

尤其是即将与斯莱特林进行比赛的格兰芬多学院，更是集体起立一边用力鼓掌，一边大声跟着起哄。

毕竟斯莱特林魁地奇球队的风格原本就非常的“脏”，经常会趁着裁判不注意使用各种犯规手段，搞得除了本学院之外，根本没有任何学生会喜欢他们。

所以当他们遇到麻烦的时候，立马变引来了一大群幸灾乐祸和看热闹的人。

杰玛·法利看到这种情况，瞬间意识到自己搞砸了。

她原本想要利用魁地奇比赛来缓和左思跟学院之间紧张的关系，可万万没想到却直接激化了矛盾。

看看身后那些斯莱特林学生们愤怒的眼神就知道，他们现在绝对是恨透了这个异类。

“为什么你一定要这样做？”杰玛·法利皱起眉头质问道。

作为一个聪明的高年级女生，她敢肯定左思这绝对是故意不想跟学院里的其他学生搞好关系，所以才一而再再而三的挑衅、刺激“小蛇”们最敏感的那根神经。

不然的话，正常来说就算再怎么讨厌那些纯血派，也不应该将整个斯莱特林学院当成攻击对象。

“等你什么时候能想明白这个问题，再来跟我谈吧。”左思意味深长的说道。

最终，杰玛·法利只能带着强烈的疑惑与不解转身离开。

以她现在的眼界，自然不可能看穿校长邓布利多的想法。

自从患上“黑魔王应激综合症”后，这位被誉为当代最伟大巫师的老人，对于任何性格早熟且魔法天赋出众的年轻巫师，都会下意识的产生戒备与警惕心理。

所以当左思展现出恐怖魔法天赋之后，就绝对不能跟斯莱特林的学生们有太好的关系，更不能成为他们的领头人。

否则的话，百分之百会被视作潜在的巨大威胁。

当然，身为白巫师，邓布利多肯定不会做出那种将威胁扼杀在萌芽状态的举动。

但各个方面的针对与限制肯定少不了。

这也是为何左思在学校里始终保特立独行，不仅故意搞得跟自己学院的学生关系很差，而且也不怎么跟其他学院的人往来。

刨除不想跟一群小孩子玩过家家的游戏之外，更多是为了让邓布利多清楚认识到自己跟伏地魔有着本质上的区别。

“杰玛·法利跟你说了些什么？”

等斯莱特林的女级长离开后，赫敏这才走过来小心翼翼的询问。

左思笑着回应道：“没什么，不过是一些无聊的小把戏而已。

她试图缓和我跟学院其他学生之间的紧张关系，然后以此作为筹码来获得更高的威望极影响力。

在斯莱特林，类似这种野心勃勃的家伙简直多不胜数，但她是为数不多没有跟我结怨的人之一。

对了，你打扮成这副样子，该不会是想要去看魁地奇比赛吧？”

赫敏低着头瞥了一眼自己身上显眼的格兰芬多围巾跟学院徽章，微微叹了口气。

“唉——我只是不希望哈利出事。你知道的，他的父母虽然都是巫师，可从小却在麻瓜家庭长大，对于魁地奇的了解仅限于入学后的这短短两个多月，训练时间加在一起也不超过一百个小时。”

“那预祝你玩得开心。如果乔治和弗雷德真的把马库斯·弗林特从扫帚上打下来，记得结束后来跟我说一声。”

说完这句话，左思便站起身在无数双眼睛的注视下转身消失在通往上层的楼梯拐角。

要知道这个时间段，几乎全校的学生和教授都被即将开始的魁地奇比赛所吸引，所以整个城堡出奇的安静。

没过一会儿功夫，他就回到那个专门分配给自己做实验的房间。

正当左思准备利用这个没人的机会，尝试制造一颗类似游走球那样的大杀器时，突然听到外面的走廊里传来了一阵脚步声。

大概两三秒钟左右，紧闭的大门便自动打开，紧跟着总是围着一条宽大头巾的奎里纳斯·奇洛从外面走了进来。

“您有什么事情吗，教授？”

左思眯起眼睛瞬间提高了警惕。

因为按照原本的剧情，这家伙应该是到球场上对哈利·波特的扫帚释放恶咒才对。

“你为什么没有像其他学生那样，去球场看魁地奇比赛？”奇洛饶有兴致问道。

此时此刻，他说话的态度丝毫没有平日里那副结结巴巴胆小怕事的样子，不仅十分的流利，而且还语气还带着某种强烈的优越感。

左思故意装出一副不屑一顾的模样：“因为我对那种无聊透顶且缺乏观赏性和公平性的巫师运动提不起半点兴趣。如果学校把这种可笑的比赛变成决斗，那我说不定还会去瞅上一眼。”

“哦？你喜欢巫师决斗？”

奇洛眼睛里闪过一丝不易被察觉到的笑意。

“不，我只是单纯希望能够从教授们的示范中，学会更多释咒的知识跟技巧。”左思不动声色的解释道。

他能感觉到，眼前这个家伙突然出现在这间屋子里，肯定是伏地魔盯上了自己。

只是不确定对方究竟是想要干点什么。

可怜的奇洛还不知道自己最大的秘密已经暴露，仍旧点头称赞道：“真不愧是被誉为能在未来引领新时代的天才。如果其他人有你十分之一聪明和好学，那么就不会有那么多没办法通过O.W.Ls（一般巫师等级考试）的学生。不出意外的话，用不了几年，你应该就能通过N.E.W.Ts（终极巫师等级考试）了。”

“教授，您究竟想要表达什么？如果有话就请直说，我的时间可是很宝贵的。”左思摆出一副不耐烦的样子催促道。

“呵呵，别急，亲爱的索斯。其实我今天来，主要是来发出一份邀请。不知道你有没有兴趣，像我一样加入一位伟大巫师的麾下呢？”

兜了半天圈子，奇洛终于露出真面目。

在他看来，不管是什么样的天才，都会不可避免对魔法力量，尤其是被魔法部严令禁止的黑魔法，产生强烈的兴趣。

所以自己只要抛出一些黑魔法咒语跟知识，就能一步一步将左思引诱过来成为伏地魔的仆从。

等对方察觉到的时候，早就已经没有了回头路。

事实上，不少年轻巫师就是这样被引诱并最终成为食死徒中的一员。

“一位伟大的巫师？”左思脸上浮现出十分怪异的表情。

因为他实在不觉得伏地魔跟伟大这个词有哪怕一丁点的联系。

或许这家伙的确是个很厉害的黑魔法大师，并且以肆无忌惮的杀戮让整个英国魔法界到现在都对其十分恐惧，但终究只不过是个上不了台面的二流。

奇洛认真的点了点头：“没错。只不过我现在不太方便透露他的姓名。这里有一本关于学校里永远也不会教的魔咒笔记，相信你看过之后就会明白了。”

说罢，奇洛从怀中掏出一个看上去颇为陈旧的笔记本，轻轻摆放在桌子上，然后留下意味深长笑容迅速转身离开。

等这家伙彻底走远后，左思才拿起来大概翻了翻，发现里边记载的全部都是被魔法部明令禁止使用的黑魔法。

其中绝大部分，他都已经在图书馆的禁书区内看到过，但还有一小部分应该是伏地魔在毕业之后才找到或者发明的咒语，只不过并没有三大不可饶恕咒。

“有趣，那个没鼻子的家伙是想要拉我入伙吗？”左思摸着下巴露出了玩味的表情。

毫无疑问，这本笔记如果交给霍格沃茨的其他小巫师，八成会被里边那些恶毒带着类似诅咒效果的魔咒所吸引，然后不知不觉的越陷越深。

可在他眼中，这样的魔法咒语实在是太低级了。

刨除极个别的咒语还有点参考价值之外，大部分连让人学习的兴致都提不起来。

所以在简单翻看过后，左思就随时将这本笔记扔在了桌子上，专心致志开始实践自己之前想法。

只见他先将一堆从废弃仓库里找到的铁制品，直接融合到一起形成直径足有两米的超级大铁球。

为了增加杀伤力，还在铁球的表面塑造出数不清凸起的钢针，每一个大概都有两根手指那么长。

两侧还延伸出长达七十公分的锋利刀片。

Over the next hour, Zuo Si followed the instructions in the book on how to make a Bludger and cast various spells on this "big killer" one after another.

After a series of enchantments are completed, it floats in the air out of thin air, spinning like a gyroscope at a speed that is invisible to the naked eye.

I guess if someone accidentally gets close at this time, they would be chopped into minced meat or puree in minutes.

It can be predicted that when this thing starts to hit a target at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, the scene will be extremely bloody and brutal, and not even a complete corpse will be left behind.

Because at the moment of approach, the high-speed rotating blades will cut a person into countless small pieces alive.

Then the steel needles will grind the chopped pieces of meat into minced meat.

Finally, it withstood another impact from an iron ball weighing dozens of tons and was completely reduced to ashes.

Not to mention humans, even a fire dragon would probably die miserably on the spot if hit by it, with no chance of survival at all.

Reality has once again proved that the most powerful magic in the world has never been the Unforgivable Curses, nor the advanced spells such as Fiendfire and Water Prison that look visually stunning, but the Bludger invented in Quidditch.

As long as you throw this thing to a high enough height, and then use its own flying ability and gravity acceleration to smash directly into the designated target, it will basically be a death sentence if it hits, and there won't be any suspense at all.

Unless the opponent can sense the danger two or three seconds in advance at the last moment and use Apparition to escape.

Otherwise, no matter whether you are Dumbledore or Voldemort, you will be destroyed on the spot if hit by the "Holy Ball of Physics".

"Well, it looks pretty good. But where can I find something to test its power?" Zuo Si was obviously in a dilemma.

He guaranteed that if he took this thing outside the school, he would be caught by the professors in minutes and have it confiscated directly.

After much hesitation, Zuo Si finally practiced a shrinking technique and shrunk it to only one sixteenth of its original size, then stuffed it into his bag and carried it with him.

There will be plenty of things to experiment with when we return to Faerun over the Christmas holidays.

If the effect is good, he plans to get dozens of them, then make a separate container to store them, and release them all at once when needed, and restore them to their normal size.

When Zuo Si thought of dozens of high-speed rotating iron balls that could tear flesh and blood into pieces in an instant, killing everyone on the battlefield, and the terrified expressions on the enemies' faces, his heart was filled with anticipation.

The most important thing is that this thing is not only incredibly lethal, but also very cheap to make.

Now all he needs is a land card, and he can use it at will in any world.

Of course, another option is to make it into a treasure card.

However, that would cost more mana, which was not in line with the original design concept, so it was directly eliminated.

Just as Zuo Si was thinking about what opportunity he should find to make a Hogwarts land card, the Weasley twin brothers suddenly rushed in from outside the door.

George excitedly raised his hands and shouted, "We won! We won! Harry really didn't let us down! He successfully caught the Golden Snitch in his first competition!"

"Not only that! We also knocked Marcus Flint off his broom. He broke at least two legs and six ribs, and half of his arm was knocked off by the Bludger. The sight of blood flying in the air was simply spectacular. I estimate that the poor guy will have to lie in bed with Madam Pomfrey for at least a week." Fred added quickly with a gloating look.

"Well done! As a reward for your outstanding performance, I will make a flying broom for each of you later. I guarantee that it will be ten times better than the latest model, the Nimbus 2000." Zuo Si promised with a smile.

Because he knew that the two brothers were willing to do this entirely out of gratitude for the high bonuses he had paid during this period.

For those who know how to repay kindness, Zuo Si never minds giving them some extra benefits.

"You can also make a flying broom?!" George was stunned for a moment.

Zuo Si nodded gently: "Of course. Flying broom is not a secret technology. Many wizards can do it.

It’s just that there are so many magic spells that need to be used and constant during the production process that it’s impossible to be proficient in every one of them.

Therefore, the craft of making brooms was gradually eliminated with the upgrading of technology and monopolized by some large workshops.

But as it happens, I have learned all of these spells, and I am planning to add some cooler effects to them.

So, are you interested in being a tester?"

"Hahaha! It's our honor! Please make the coolest broom. We were originally considering saving more money to buy a Nimbus 2000 like Harry's." Fred laughed happily.

George grinned and agreed, "That's right! We've long wanted to send the Sweeping Five to a museum. They're just too old and can't keep up with the latest models of brooms."

It is obvious that the Weasley twins have learned the joy of "getting something for free" without any instruction.

Although they didn't know yet what the performance of the two new brooms would be, free was undoubtedly the best.

"Give me some time. If nothing goes wrong, you should be able to receive this gift during Christmas. Also, it's best to be mentally prepared. I'm not the kind of person who follows the rules and makes brooms in the traditional way." Zuo Si reminded with interest, touching his chin.

"Ha! It's okay. I like things that are different the most. Oh, by the way, this is the swelling potion we mixed in Potions class some time ago. Last time you said you wanted to make some for experiments, so we took the time to help you make some."

As he spoke, Fred quickly took out seven or eight solutions in glass bottles from his pocket and threw them all on the table.

"Thanks, this saves me a lot of effort."

Zuo Si immediately waved his wand and placed all the potions in the cabinet in the corner in order.

If there was one thing about this world's magic system that made him feel most satisfied, it was undoubtedly the application of magic in daily life.

Whether it's Floo powder that teleports over long distances through a fireplace, or waving a wand to automatically complete chores such as washing vegetables, cooking, making tea, cleaning, and repairing, they have successfully freed wizards from heavy physical labor.

In a way, this is what a peaceful and healthy magical society should look like.

"You're welcome. It's just a small favor. Hey...is this book on the table yours?"

George suddenly found the notebook left by Quirrell and was immediately attracted by the black magic recorded in it.

"If you like it, take it back and read it. But promise me not to lend it to anyone else. You should know that the spells on it are strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. Unless you want to go to Azkaban, never use them in school." Zuo Si issued a solemn warning.

He has always been quite tolerant of the so-called "black magic".

Reason and simplicity.

The "evil" magic known as the three unforgivable curses in this world is nothing in the eyes of the spellcasters of Faerun.

Open the spell list and take a look at the necromancy spells. There are countless spells more vicious than Avada Kedavra.

As for the Imperius Curse...

Sorry, at first glance, more than half of the enchantment spells are about charm and controlling others.

The Cruciatus Curse, which is said to be able to drive people crazy, is nothing more than pure physical pain. It cannot be compared with the pain and despair caused by imprisoning and torturing the soul.

(End of this chapter)