, Saturday, *snap*, that's it.

Chapter 52 Saturday, *snap*, that's it.

In the following days, apart from the second day of school when Avada finally acted as a senior and, in his capacity as the first in last year's Hufflepuff class and third in the entire school, explained the daily knowledge and customs of Hogwarts and Hufflepuff to the new students, he spent the rest of his time either recording Voldemort's mental power or slowly working on Professor Baker's seal.

He didn't plan to contact Voldemort again for the time being. Instead, he wanted to wait until he had finished studying the contents of "Psychodynamics" and had thoroughly mastered the method of recording mental energy in writing before going to Voldemort to observe his mental energy when it was active, so as to obtain more dynamic samples.

So he had to sacrifice his Defense Against the Dark Arts class time, slacking off during class to secretly record his observations of Voldemort's mental energy. Fortunately, Curiosity almost never called on anyone to answer questions, and he had a good grasp of second-year material, so his quiz scores didn't slip; otherwise, his deception would have been exposed.

Moreover, his research into mental power brought him an unexpected surprise: as his knowledge expanded, he was able to perceive and glean even more information through his magical senses. Then, during one of his attempts to break a seal, he was astonished to discover that the powerful seal contained a backdoor specifically designed for his mental power!

At first, he was startled, thinking that Professor Baker had secretly analyzed his mental energy behind his back. After further investigation, he realized that it was the effect of the drop of blood he had dripped at that time—when he smeared the book cover with blood, the so-called "only he could see the contents of the book" was actually to make the magical structure of the book fit his mental energy.

At the time, his understanding of mental power was not yet sufficient, so he did not see through this trick.

However, with the convenience of this backdoor, the progress of breaking the seal will be greatly accelerated—conservatively estimated, he will be able to completely break the seal in about two weeks, and then see what Professor Baker recorded inside.

It can only be opened in sixth grade? No way.

And so, the second weekend after the start of the school year arrived...

"Ken! Wake up!"

Around six o'clock in the morning, when even the sun was still lazing in bed, Avada lost his freedom to stay in bed: his roommate Shabi Nott was shaking him frantically.

"Hmm, what's wrong... Oh, right, I almost forgot..."

Avada rubbed his eyes and then wiped away the drool before vaguely remembering what had happened: today was the day of the Quidditch qualifying matches for each house.

As one of the most talented pilots, Shabby's talent was discovered and nurtured by Madam Hooch at the beginning of last semester. During each flight lesson, he and several other equally talented individuals would be pulled aside for individual training, and he now possesses the ability to compete in the school's Quidditch tournament. Since he himself is quite fond of the sport, he naturally signed up for today's selection.

After Avada got out of bed, the other roommates also suffered the same fate, being shaken awake by Shabi one after another—there was no way around it, it was agreed upon yesterday.

"Oh my god, I wonder if breakfast is ready yet. I feel uncomfortable if I don't eat something hot in the morning..."

"I'll just need a glass of milk... By the way, which spot did Shabi sign up for again?"

"They're ball chasers. And breakfast is always served around 5 a.m., it's just that you guys usually get up too late."

"Okay... why is the Hufflepuff match first? I wish I could sleep a little longer..."

So, a sprightly Shabby, along with Avada and the still-dazed Summers and Stebbins, arrived at the Great Hall, where they found quite a few people already eating—mostly fifth-year students facing their OWLS exams, and a few from other grades who were more dedicated. Besides them, there were Quidditch players wolfing down their food at the Hufflepuff table.

"Hey, Cedric? You're participating in the qualifiers too? Aren't you already a regular member?"

Avada spotted a familiar face and exclaimed in surprise, "Or is it that someone is finally challenging your Seeker position?"

"No, I'm here to be the referee..." Cedric smiled sheepishly.

"Right now, no one is better suited for the finder position than Cedric."

A tall student next to Cedric patted him on the shoulder: "After I graduate, he's going to follow in my footsteps and become captain, leading the whole team!"

"Guys who are going to participate in the selection, hurry up and eat. There are only forty minutes left before you enter the venue. Be careful not to eat too much. Just have a little something to tide you over. You can eat to your heart's content after the competition."

The tall captain gestured for Shabi and the others to sit down and eat, constantly watching their portions and reminding them not to eat too much. Avada and the other students, who were just visiting, sat down on the other side of the table and ate a normal breakfast.

It must be said that British breakfasts are quite substantial, completely different from those in other European countries—fried eggs, various sausages and smoked meats, all kinds of bread, fried potatoes and tomato slices, Yorkshire pudding, and black tea to keep you awake, etc., often leave Avada feeling overwhelmed with choices.

"alright."

The team leader stood up first and clapped his hands: "Those of you participating in the selection, come with me to the changing room to change into your protective suits and collect your brooms. Those who brought their own brooms, keep them safe and don't mix them up with the school's brooms..."

Shabi also stood up, waving to Avada and the others: "I'm off now, see you later!"

"Okay, see you later."

Avada nodded, and then went to the school's sports field with a few roommates. They found a seat in the stands that was neither too far nor too close, but with a clear view of the entire field, and then started doing their homework or chatting with each other.

Soon after, Hufflepuff's qualifying players entered the field with brooms. The spectators in the stands put down what they were doing and focused on watching the game.

The first round of selection was for the Chase players. The contestants were divided into two teams and, with the help of veteran batters, simulated a match. The captain, Cedric, and several other veteran players rode broomsticks and hovered to the side as referees, observing each player's performance and occasionally gathering together to discuss in hushed tones.

After an hour of competition, Shabby successfully qualified and became the official chaser for the Hufflepuff team. He excitedly ran to the stands to celebrate with his roommates before sitting down to continue watching the batsman selections…

Finally, around 8:00 AM, almost 9:00 AM, the Hufflepuff selection trials came to an end. The selected and eliminated contestants returned to the canteen in twos and threes, preparing to celebrate or drown their sorrows with delicious food. The spectators in the stands also got up and left—but Avada only went to the restroom and then returned, sitting down next to Cedric, who had somehow appeared in the stands.

"Sed! Ken!"

About ten minutes later, a clear female voice rang in his ear, and Cho Chang, wearing a Ravenclaw protective suit, walked over: "You guys have been waiting for me here all along?"

"...Thank you for your well wishes, I'm sure I'll be selected!"

……

Two hours later, the Ravenclaw match ended, and Cho was successfully selected as a Seeker. He excitedly pulled Cedric away—Avada still hadn't moved.

"Ken, you just watched a Ravenclaw match?"

Baron landed right next to him on his flying broomstick, greeting him with a smile: "I heard Qiu has already been selected? Then I can't fall behind, watch my performance!"

"Yeah, good luck, Baron."

……

After Baron was successfully selected as Slytherin's Seeker thanks to his excellent skills and reflexes, Avada finally stood up and stretched vigorously, his bones cracking and popping like popping beans.

"Finally, I can leave. I've watched three games in a row, and most of the day has already passed..."

"Ken?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, causing his expression, which had just calmed down, to freeze.

He turned his head somewhat stiffly and saw Harry Potter carrying a brand-new Nimbus 2000, looking at him with anticipation and joy...

"You're here too? That's great! I'm about to conduct a Gryffindor Seekers training session. Would you like to take a look?"

Avada: ...

(End of this chapter)