Tea Party and Finished Brain Enhancement Products

Chapter 19 Tea Party and Finished Brain Enhancement Products

Although Avada's schedule was already giving him a huge headache, he still didn't intend to miss this commemorative tea party. After all, he wasn't born to kill Voldemort. All he ever wanted was a peaceful and happy life.

Voldemort's existence was the obstacle to his and most people's dreams, and he himself did possess the ability to eliminate Voldemort beforehand, which is why he put himself under so much pressure. But if he really had free time, or if it was necessary, he wouldn't mind relaxing and making friends appropriately, and occasionally enjoying a normal campus life.

So the next day, when he returned to the Hufflepuff common room from the Astronomy Tower, he was greeted by a scene he had never seen before:

The entire common lounge had inexplicably expanded several times its original size. Several long tables, seemingly borrowed from the kitchen, were placed around the lounge, laden with all sorts of pastries and drinks: cakes, cookies, biscuits, puddings, mousse, milk tea...

Scattered around the open space in the middle were several small round tables, each with a teapot on it and a few chairs around it. Many male and female witches lingered around the long tables, helping themselves to food, or sat around the round tables, drinking and chatting, creating a harmonious atmosphere that resembled a large banquet.

However, those attending banquets usually dress impeccably and display the most elegant manners. The wizards here, on the other hand, are dressed in their usual casual clothes or pajamas, often found in the common lounge, and a few even attend in slippers.

"Autumn?"

Avada immediately recognized Cho, who didn't belong to Hufflepuff, as she was chatting happily with another boy.

Avada took a few steps closer before she could see the boy's face clearly: it was Cedric.

"Hey, Ken!" The two men raised their hands and greeted Avada with smiles. Avada stepped forward and joined their conversation: "Hello, Cedric, and Cho, you were invited to the tea party too?"

"She was one of the volunteer chefs for this tea party!"

Cedric laughed and patted Cho on the shoulder, and Cho smiled slightly embarrassedly and nodded in agreement.

"Thanks to what you told me at the opening banquet, I was able to discover her skills and invite her to the tea party—look over there, those pastries and date cakes are her creations."

Avada glanced over and indeed saw several plates of rather exquisite mooncakes and jujube cakes laid out on a long table, with many people going over to take some. It looked like they would be gone in no time.

"Wait, what's with those crooked pieces on the plate?"

"Oh, that's what I learned to make, isn't it pretty?"

"..."

Qiu couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Actually, it tastes alright, but Ced insisted on shaping the pastries into the shape of a sniffle, and I couldn't persuade him otherwise, so this is how it turned out."

Avada took a closer look and felt that its shape was closer to a five-legged monster than a Niffler.

Oh, and that pastry with a cracked crust, which looked like it was supposed to be a mooncake, he almost mistook for a Dementor figurine.

"……come on."

Avada offered his heartfelt blessings, then parted ways with the two, no longer wanting to be a third wheel.

"I never imagined that the turning point for Cedric and Cho would actually become me..."

Is it coincidence, or fate?

"If it's fate, then what is the meaning of my existence? What is my destiny?"

He didn't know the circumstances that led Cedric and Cho to become a couple in the original story, nor did he know if the Department of Mysteries had also conducted experiments in the original story, creating a person named Avada Kendavia. But he was certain that he was definitely not a character from the original story—the plot was the same whether he was there or not, so what was the point of him being a transmigrator?

Surely I can't not even survive the first semester, can I?

Lost in thought, he looked around, searching for something. After a moment, he shook his head helplessly: "Is Baron really not coming?"

As a fairly familiar friend, Avada must have invited Baron to the tea party, but Baron refused, muttering things like "a proper Slytherin should enrich himself rather than indulging in meaningless pleasures," and even tried to drag him to the library.

Avada was exasperated: I'm in a hurry to learn so I can take down Voldemort, what's your rush?

Although they had only known each other for a few days, Avada could easily see that Baron was, at his core, a quintessential traditional nobleman—proud, martial, with a strong sense of morality, valuing honor and integrity, and regarding responsibility as his sacred duty. Therefore, he understood Baron's eagerness to improve himself and lead the academy to regain its honor.

But he is still young and inexperienced, so he is too naive and impatient in this regard. How could he possibly reverse the reputation of an academy that has been built up over countless years by himself?

However, he hadn't told Baron Ming this yet. After all, they had only known each other for a few days, and it wouldn't be appropriate to discuss such things too intimately.

So he found his three roommates, Shabi, Summers, and Stebbins, and chatted with them about their recent studies and life, while tasting and commenting on the food on the table. He also exchanged experiences about school life with some upperclassmen he knew.

"Are those people over there selling something?"

As Avada wandered around, she discovered a group of people standing in a rather secluded corner, gesturing and pointing at something. Sometimes they would take out potions, magical materials, or magical items and hand them to others, asking them to examine them carefully with their wands. After handing over or receiving some Gallon and Sikor, they would go their separate ways.

"Didn't we tell you yesterday?"

Shabi explained, "Our academy rarely holds a tea party, so it's natural to take advantage of this opportunity to get together, exchange needs, share resources, and do some buying and selling. Besides, we don't really have to worry about credit issues here, so transactions are naturally much easier and more convenient."

"I see……"

Avada was about to nod when he suddenly remembered something, his eyes lighting up: "Do you think we can buy intelligence-enhancing drugs over there?"

"A brain-boosting agent? There's such a good thing?"

The three reacted even more vehemently than Avada: "Go check it out! If such a magical thing really exists, we absolutely must get our hands on it!"

In the end, it was Avada who was dragged away by her three roommates to ask the upperclassmen who sold potions. The first person they asked enthusiastically assured them it was no problem at all.

"A brain-boosting potion? That's easy. Although I don't have any on hand, I can brew one right here and it should be delivered by tomorrow afternoon. Don't worry, my potion-making skills are more than enough; my grades haven't dipped below an E since first year!"

"Really? That's great! One bottle each for the four of us, how much will it cost in total?"

Upon hearing this, the other party's smile grew even brighter: "Four Gallons per bottle, sixteen Gallons in total, thank you for your patronage!"

"How many?!"

The four, including Avada, were taken aback by the price. Having been familiar with the magical world for over a month, Avada had some understanding of the purchasing power of the Galleons. Yesterday, he had only looked into how the Intelligence Enhancer was made (though he didn't understand it) and hadn't inquired about the prices of the materials and equipment.

Is it expensive?

The senior student blinked in confusion: "The cost of one bottle of intelligence enhancer is more than three Galleons. It's reasonable for me to make a profit of about one-fifth, right? This is already a friendly price within the academy."

"Or perhaps..." He looked at the four junior students in front of him suspiciously, "that you actually know nothing about intelligence-enhancing drugs?"

"Oh, right."

Avada looked at his three roommates with a puzzled expression: "I need the intelligence enhancer because I urgently need to master something. What do you need it for?"

"Huh? Isn't an intelligence booster a magic potion that makes people smarter?" The three of them looked completely bewildered.

"..."

After some explanation, only Avada paid for a brain-boosting potion, while Shapi and the others channeled their grief and anger into their appetites and continued to devour the pastries at the tea party.

Thank you to "Book Friend 20230718135251923" for the reward and to "Yellow Bird in the Hill" for the first monthly ticket!

(End of this chapter)