Chapter 492 - 312: Hog-what-warts? (Part 2)

Chapter 492: Chapter 312: Hog-what-warts? (Part 2)

The game only ended when the Seeker caught the Golden Snitch, which had led to the farce of a single match dragging on intermittently for several months.

Moreover, it was as if the Seeker was playing one game, and the other players were in a completely different one, with both happening at the same time.

This was also a disaster for the viewing experience.

It’s hard for people to focus their attention on two things at once.

Can you imagine a soccer match where two people are having a running race on the side, and whoever wins scores several goals for their team?

Where were the spectators supposed to look?

Zog had an idea: to take Quidditch, separate it, and promote it as a popular sport in Feilin.

After all, Feilin didn’t currently have a sport that dominated all others, like soccer.

Blue Sea!

As long as he could figure out flying broomsticks, it wasn’t impossible to turn Quidditch into a sport for the masses.

So, after Zog’s modifications, Quidditch became a sport with a fixed duration, split into two halves.

At the same time, the Seekers were separated from the other players. The Seeker competition was a one-on-one match before each half.

The side that caught the Golden Snitch within the time limit would get to choose their side of the field, attack first, and receive 30 points.

If neither of them caught it, the choice of side was left to a coin toss.

Also, if the game ended in a tie during regular time, the outcome would be decided entirely by the Seekers.

Sudden death.

Therefore, in the story of Chapter Eleven, Gryffindor and Slytherin naturally ended up in a tie during regular time.

The stage was set for Harry.

When Dean saw Harry fall from his broom, cough a few times, and then vomit out the Golden Snitch, he leaped up from his bed in excitement, as if he himself had become the hero on the field.

After finishing the Chapter, Dean expertly opened the fan discussion group chat.

Whenever a new Chapter was released, the group chat would buzz with discussions about the new plot points and theories about what would happen next.

Dean was one of the few "Quirrell supporters" in the group.

The faction that believed Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, was the real villain.

The other ninety percent were "Snape supporters."

Seeing Dean come online, they all gave him a warm "welcome."

"Well, well, who do we have here? If it isn’t Dean. I gotta say, you’ve got a sharp eye, Dean, pegging Professor Quirrell as the bad guy from the start."

"Yeah, exactly. It just goes to show how carefully you read. The rest of us totally missed it."

"Right. Professor Snape—the one who looks sinister, secretly threatens people in the middle of the night, and jinxed Harry’s broom during the match—he must be the good guy."

After the latest Chapter was released, with the scene where Snape appeared to be jinxing Harry’s broom, the members of the fan group considered it solid proof that he was the villain.

The "Quirrell supporters," who still insisted Snape was a good guy, had become complete laughingstocks.

Many of the original "Quirrell supporters" had already switched sides.

Although his face flushed red from his friends’ sarcastic ribbing, Dean chose to stand by his opinion.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! It has to be Quirrell!"

Dean scrambled to recall the evidence.

"Quirrell was at the match too! Maybe he was the one behind it."

"Then what was Snape chanting?"

"How should I know? I’m not the author! Maybe the author is just playing games with us."

What followed was a string of hard-to-follow arguments, like "It’s a red herring!" and "The author’s doing it on purpose!", which made everyone burst into laughter, filling the chat with a cheerful atmosphere.

Although they argued about the plot’s direction, everyone in the group was just teasing each other. No one got genuinely angry; after all, their shared love for the book was what brought them together.

’If only Hogwarts were real.’

Done with the group chat, Dean put down his phone and sighed.

The Hogwarts in the novel was his absolute dream school.

Interesting classes, magical architecture, and adventure!

’Wait, what if it really exists?’

The thought suddenly struck Dean.

He opened a search engine and typed "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" into the search bar.

As he searched, he felt ridiculous. ’How could a school from the "Earth" world in the novel possibly exist...’

"Ah!"

"What’s wrong?" Hearing Dean’s cry of surprise, the nanny hurried upstairs, accompanied by her signature background noise.

"He gently lifted Mary Sue’s chin, his breathing growing heavy..."

This kind of content was just too potent for middle-aged women.

The nanny reached the doorway before realizing what she was listening to was not suitable for children and frantically turned off the player.

"It’s nothing!"

Dean shouted back.

He had now found his true life’s purpose.

’To go to Hogwarts.’

Displayed prominently on his phone’s screen were the words: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Now Enrolling.

Accepting students aged 16 to 20 with Mage Apprentice qualifications, and students in the same age group with a certificate of graduation from a primary education school.

The age range may be flexible in special circumstances.

’Hogwarts is real!’

He didn’t really want to go to the prestigious schools his parents had planned for him, and besides, he couldn’t get into them anyway.

But this Hogwarts had only just been established, so its admission requirements were bound to be much lower. Although he wasn’t old enough yet, he would be in just a few years, and by then it probably still wouldn’t have become a prestigious school.

’It’s too perfect.’

Dean clicked on the official Hogwarts website. It provided detailed information on all available majors, training programs, graduate employment prospects, and faculty strength.

He had never seen a school introduce itself in such detail.

For other schools, this kind of information was inside knowledge that only insiders would know; people without connections had no way of finding it out.

’It feels like Hogwarts, despite being brand new, is actually the more legitimate school.’

In addition to the academy’s information, the website also had a "campus tour" feature.

It allowed you to see views from all over the campus.

The moment Dean opened it, he couldn’t look away.

It was exactly as he had imagined.

His dream school!

’Now I have to go, no matter what.’

To Dean’s further surprise, the website even had a small "house matching" quiz.

It could determine which house you were suited for.

Dean immediately shared the URL in the fan group chat, causing messages to flood the screen.

Just as Dean was enthusiastically taking the quiz, a voice from downstairs urged him to hurry.

"Dean, get changed, we’re about to leave!"

"I know!"

He hadn’t finished the quiz yet, but his family was rushing him. It was time to go to his grandmother’s birthday party.

What Dean didn’t know was that because of his little discovery, the official Hogwarts website was spreading like wildfire among the book’s readers.

A little earlier than Zog had planned, this mysterious new school from Deepwater City was becoming known to more and more people.

Meanwhile, Dean had reluctantly changed into formal wear and arrived at his grandmother’s house.

Another reason he disliked these kinds of occasions was that his parents would drag him around to forcibly "network" with all sorts of people.

In other words, to make his face known to people of higher status.

Dean didn’t see the point.

"Sir Richard, this is our youngest son. Hahaha, quite talented, he is. Come, say hello to Grandpa Richard..."

"Captain Vain, long time no see..."

And so it went, schmoozing their way to their parents’ main target: Master Soron.

Dean glanced at Soron curiously. This was his first time seeing a living Legendary Mage up close.

Bald, floral shirt, covered in muscles.

Exactly like the rumors said.

Master Soron was chatting with his grandmother.

His parents sidled up obsequiously and tactfully stated their purpose.

Dean thought Master Soron would be annoyed—being asked to write a letter of recommendation for an old friend’s grandson whom he didn’t even know.

To his surprise, Soron agreed readily.

His parents were thrilled, exclaiming what an approachable Legendary Mage Master Soron was.

They didn’t know this was Soron’s art of "balancing the water."

Since his letters of recommendation were highly sought after, and people were always asking him to write them, he chose to give one to anyone who asked in order to be as fair as possible.

Which was the same as giving one to nobody.

’He thought he was an absolute genius.’

After agreeing to Dean’s parents’ request, Soron made some small talk, "So, what school does the boy want to go to?"

"We haven’t decided yet."

"You’re welcome to apply to Repin. Repin is the best Mage School on the Continent."

"Of course, Padrick Academy is equally excellent."

"The Church’s Holy Court Academy is also a very good choice..."

"I want to go to Hogwarts!"

"Huh? What’s a Hogwarts?"