"One pound two ounces."
Shami's expression became increasingly serious.
He could actually estimate the fish's true weight just by hand?
Looks like a fishing expert.
"Young man, the spot you chose isn't very good; you won't catch any fish there. There are lots of fierce big fish in this lake. Although they haven't surfaced much lately, each one can drag you into the water."
Weasley shared his experience.
Being a fishing mage who has fished in this lake for over half a year, he has the most experience here.
But right after he finished speaking, Shami's fishing line moved as well.
Reel it in.
A fish obviously twice the size of the previous one was caught.
Weasley's eyes widened.
"Not bad, estimated at about three pounds."
Shami casually murmured.
Weasley's old face was smacked left and right.
Just after he said no fish would be caught, a fish was caught—isn't that a slap on the fishing mage's face?
