bookbashuk Chapter 50.1 Nat's Request!
Chapter 50.1 Nat's Request!
Before Ares entered the Gryffindor common room, it was a noisy and chaotic scene, although it was mixed with the anger of a few people.
But after he walked in, the previously noisy lounge immediately froze into complete silence!
Throughout the entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, only Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape had previously earned this 'respect' from the young wizards, and both of them had earned it through their strict teaching styles.
But Professor Delfino is different.
The young wizards held him in high esteem—this newly joined professor had two distinct characteristics: youth and power.
A young and powerful professor is the perfect fantasy for aspiring wizards who dream of achieving fame at a young age!
"Professor Delfino—"
As Ares was still gazing wistfully at the lounge, its colors as vibrant as blooming youth, Percy had already darted close, eagerly inquiring...
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Oh, it's Percy—"
Ares patted Percy on the shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the awe-inspiring faces, and said gently,
"It's nothing, nothing—I'm just revisiting this place to reminisce about my carefree youth—oh, and by the way, I want to pass on a message to the first-year students... Although you probably already know, I think I should say it myself as a sign of respect—"
"All first-year students, assemble here!"
Percy immediately turned his head, put on a stern face, and shouted in a loud voice.
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, then joined Pettier and Neville as they made their way through the bustling crowd to get closer—the rest of the first-year students were also arriving from various places.
Ares stepped out from behind Percy, looking at the group of freshmen surrounded by a somber atmosphere, a hint of regret on his face.
"That's right... You must have all heard the rumors—the school has decided to ban first-year students from participating in the 'Protect the Captain' competition."
Although he had already heard the news beforehand, Harry still couldn't help but feel his heart sink when Professor Delfino confirmed it to him, and he couldn't help but shout out.
"Why!"
Harry exclaimed, noticing that Ron's face had turned pale, while Petit looked even angrier than before.
"Oh, I see—"
An old, upholstered sofa slid silently behind Ares. He rested his backside on the armrest and said gently,
"The school... well, some of the administration thinks it's very... well, reckless for first-year students to try out a racing game like 'Protect the Captain,' which is so deeply tied to broom riding, without ever having received systematic broom riding training."
"This decision is unfair!"
Amidst the crowd's fervor, Petit's eyes reddened with anger, and her voice trembled with tears.
"The school can't just forbid us from playing... no, from participating in this kind of fun learning!"
Harry completely understood Petit's anger. She had also had a brilliant performance in today's game... and she was the one who led the team, for which she received a lot of praise.
"I've already given my reasons, Miss Petit—"
Professor Delfino gestured reassuringly,
"But the school's rule prohibiting first-year students from participating in flying competitions has a long history, especially after the recent catastrophic accident that endangered all of your lives. Safety will definitely be the top priority in running the school."
"Protecting the captain isn't dangerous at all!"
Ron finally couldn't hold it in any longer and said, panting,
"And riding a broom isn't difficult at all... I only tried twice at home and succeeded!"
"Yes, I also think this rule is a bit too old-fashioned and outdated."
Professor Delfino nodded in approval, his regretful gaze falling on Ron's face.
"The problem is... well, this view of mine may be critical—but the truth is, those in power are often the most averse to the breaking of rules because—well, it does them no good whatsoever."
Harry saw Percy, who was standing behind Professor Delfino, move his lips, shrink his neck, and look somewhat uneasy.
"Can't you think of a solution, Professor Delfino!"
Harry thought Ron wasn't the type to stand out. But at this moment, Ron still shouted it out with a pleading tone, indicating that the killing of Malfoy that morning had indeed given Ron a considerable boost.
"You can even stop a runaway train!"
"Oh, to be honest, some people are much harder to deal with than a runaway train, Mr. Weasley."
"Is it really impossible to persuade those opponents any further, Professor Delfino?"
Ron seemed to be in a state of 'despair'.
"I know you can definitely make it happen, and I'm willing to pay any price for it!"
"Pay the price for this?"
Harry heard Professor Delfino's brow furrow slightly as he quietly repeated Ron's words.
Then, the handsome young professor in front of me looked a little off...
To be precise, Professor Delfino always had a regretful and gentle expression when we were talking to them.
But after Ron said that, his expression became solemn and serious. He even slowly stood up from the armrest of the sofa and came to Ron's side!
"You just told me you'd pay any price for a match to be unbanned, Mr. Ron Weasley?"
Professor Delfino spoke softly, but no one could ignore his stern expression.
"Well-"
Needless to say, Ron, who was the first to be affected, was stunned by Professor Delfino's sudden change. He didn't dare to say a word and could only nod hesitantly.
Harry...including Ron's twin brother, Percy, and many others, thought that Ron's insistence had put Professor Delfino in a difficult position...which was why it provoked his anger!
Harry gasped, and in a daze, he seemed to see Professor Delphinor again, struggling to stop the runaway train!
However, if Professor Delfino really goes too far in criticizing Ron... Harry is ready to stand up for him!
"So...you're giving me a commission, Mr. Ron Weasley?"
Ares looked at Ron encouragingly.
Harry: ? ? ?
"Well?"
Ron remained in a daze.
"Issue the commission, Mr. Weasley."
Ares solemnly repeated it again.
"Before I started teaching, I ran a shop in Diagon Alley—the Yorozuya. People would pay me money to solve the problems they were facing...that's about it."
Well then, Mr. Weasley—”
Ares stared at Ron's pale face.
"Were you just giving me a commission?"
"Well-"
Ron had no idea that his casual ramblings would lead to this turn of events!
He still didn't quite understand what a "Yorozuya" was, but with so many people watching, he couldn't back down at all.
"Well...uh, Professor, but—but I—I don't—I don't have much money..."
Ron stammered, his bright red ears starting to smoke.
"Not much... how much, Mr. Weasley?"
Ron experienced the feeling of being cornered on the night the train went out of control, and Harry, who was being showered with praise by Dumbledore on his sickbed, felt like he wanted to bury his head in a hole.
"There's only...only one Nat, Professor."
Ron's voice was so faint it was almost inaudible even to Harry, who was standing right next to him...
Harry hesitated. One Nate... that was clearly not enough for anything.
If possible, Harry would be willing to contribute a little...
"Natt could handle it, Mr. Ron Weasley!"
Ares spoke with righteous indignation.
"With just Nate, Ron Weasley, our mandate is now officially established!"