Weasley looked at Shami with admiration.
Even though you're quite skilled, the appearance of the Nightlight Fish has sealed the victory. No other fish could compare.
Let's end the competition here.
At this moment, Shami forcefully pulled the rod, and he reeled in a golden axe.
"Oh, I caught a Golden Axe. No wonder it felt so heavy. It probably weighs twenty to thirty pounds, and in terms of market value, it's worth at least 500 to 600 gold coins."
"Wait a minute, catching something other than fish with bait doesn't count!"
Weasley's shocked voice hadn't even fallen when Shami's rod got another bite.
Thanks to the hard work of the red Fishman in the lake, Shami's hook kept getting movement.
"Oh, another catch. Oh, it's not a fish; it's a pair of black silk panties."
"Why is there such a thing at the bottom of the lake?"
"Oh, another catch. Oh, not a fish, it's actually a bag of packed garbage..."
"This is no longer fishing, right? Is there really a living Lake God in here?"
