"It's a fun card game. Sergey, why don't you come and play too." Eddie turned around to greet him and naturally threw his losing cards into the pile.
"Eddie, you're cheating!" Allen blushed.
"Oh, I accidentally lost it." Eddie said innocently.
Sergey frowned, took out his wand, and waved it gently in the air.
All the scraps of paper on the floor flew up, condensed into a big ball in the air, and fell steadily into the trash can behind the door.
"Wow..." Tiehanhan Allen admired, and in a blink of an eye, he forgot Eddie's rogue behavior just now.
Joel felt incredible about Sergey's control of magic. Are you sure this is the level of magic for a freshman who has just been in school for two days?
Think about it again, it took them five hours to make a deck of playing cards...
Comparing people with each other makes people angry!
After seeing Sergey use the magic wand lightly, Joel became more and more eager to get the source of magic and become a true wizard.
But 3,500 gold galleons, how much money do you need to make in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?
Sergey put away his wand, looked at the playing cards in front of Joel and the others, hesitated for a while and asked:
"What is this?"
He really couldn't stop his curiosity.
Joel felt that he had a good opportunity to repair the relationship between his roommates, "Let me explain to you, these cards are called poker, and there are 54 cards in total..."
Then he introduced the poker playing methods of the three people to Sergey.
"Fighting landlords?" Sergey was confused, "Why should we fight landlords?"
"Because... because the other two are emerging bourgeoisie, the landlords represent the old feudal landlord class, which relies on land as their only support. This mode of production seriously lags behind capitalist production, and we must fight against these backward forces.
"
Joel had already thought of the reason during the five hours he spent making the playing cards.
"Sounds reasonable, right?" Allen said excitedly, "Eddie also said that Joel was right!"
Eddie has lived in the Muggle world since he was a child and has some understanding of Britain's previous history. He nodded and said, "Yes, this kind of contradiction existed in British society before the Glorious Revolution of 1688."
"Can you guys play a game first? I want to watch from the side."
"No problem!" Allen beamed. He also wanted to have a good relationship with Sergey, otherwise he would have to be cautious about what he said when he returned to the dormitory.
Joel and the three started a new card game.
Get, get, get, get!
Joel hummed a ditty about Landlords, his mind going elsewhere.
Not only Eddie, but also children like Allen, who grew up in the wizarding world, are attracted by the mode of fighting landlords, which proves the lack of entertainment projects in the wizarding world.
Who would have thought that a sport like Quidditch would become so popular throughout the wizarding world?
He felt that he had discovered a huge gold mine, waiting to be mined.
While distracted, Allen, as the landlord, had finished playing all the cards and spread his palms proudly.
Eddie threw the cards with an annoyed look on his face, "I knew I wouldn't have needed bombs..."
Sergey looked eager to try, but it happened that Joel didn't want to play anymore, so he simply asked him to take his place, while he ran to bed to think about things.
A money-making plan is taking shape in my brain.
After losing two games, Sergey gradually figured out the secrets of Landlords. His brain calculation ability is superb, and he can calculate cards accurately and quickly. Allen is proficient in wizard chess and is pretty good at calculations. He can barely do it.
Have a fight with Sergey.
Eddie was miserable. He wasn't stupid either, but Sergey was born with a good brain. Allen had been practicing this since he was a child, but after a few tricks, he was a little overwhelmed.
Fortunately, Landlord is different from Wizard Chess. Even if you have poor calculation skills, you can still win two games with good luck.
The three of them got a little addicted to playing cards, and they didn't finish the game until eleven o'clock in the evening and went to bed.
This caused Eddie and the other three to feel bloated and unenergetic in the Transfiguration class the next morning. However, there was good news: the relationship in the dormitory finally returned to normal.
Although Sergey still has a cold face, at least he can answer questions well when asked, which is already a big improvement.
"Mr. Rowe, Mr. Bert, Mr. Carmichael!" Professor McGonagall looked at the three sleepy freshmen in the front row, her thin lips pursed into a slit.
Allen and Eddie stood up immediately, sleepy-eyed.
Sergey didn't respond, but Joel poked him twice with his elbow before he woke up and stood up.
"I remember that the freshmen students only had one class yesterday," Professor McGonagall said with sharp eyes, "It seems that you stayed up late to play a lot last night."
This class was combined with that of Slytherin House. They were each doing their own things. Even if the three of them were named and criticized by Professor McGonagall, they were indifferent. It was like there was an invisible ravine between the two houses.
"Mr. Rowe, our task this week is to turn matches into silver needles." Professor McGonagall waved her wand and distributed a row of matches to everyone's desks. "If any of you can complete the task in this class,
, I can erase the 15 points I planned to deduct from Ravenclaw."
15 points!
This is not a small number for first-year students. They can only get two or three points from the professor for answering a question correctly in class.
They have just entered Hogwarts and are very sensitive to scores. Allen is very thoughtful. If points are deducted, will he be blamed by Prefect Caitlin and the others?
Thinking of this, Allen's face turned pale, his lips kept trembling, and his mind went blank.
Professor McGonagall walked around the classroom, supervising the students' Transfiguration.
"Remember, you must concentrate!" She saw a Slytherin student waving his wand absentmindedly, turning the matches on the table into four short legs, and immediately emphasized: "Transfiguration is very dangerous, very dangerous!"
"I don't want any student to be injured due to careless operation in my class. If you don't pay attention enough, then I can only ask him to leave the class!"
Joel was waving his wand with concentration, and it looked decent, but the match in front of him did not change at all.
He knew that this would definitely be the result, but his main purpose was to accumulate spell-casting experience so that he would not know anything about casting spells after gaining magic power.
Chanting the incantation was accompanied by the correct waving movements of the staff, and Joel repeated the movements over and over again.
Eddie gave up the idea of working hard even after trying several times, and simply began to lose concentration to recuperate his energy; Alan tried twice with no results at all, and became increasingly panicked. When he was distracted, sparks started to appear from the wand in his hand.
Sparks almost ignited on the wooden table, startling several people.
Sergey remained motionless. Seeing Allen's hard work, his eyes darkened, "You care so much about scores?"