"Ron, look!" Hermione suddenly shouted.
"What's happening? What's wrong?" Ron immediately looked toward Harry.
He saw Harry dive at incredible speed, eliciting gasps from the stands. Harry shot toward the ground like an arrow. Ron reacted instantly—Harry had found the Golden Snitch.
"Thanks to you, Potter grabbed the Snitch on the ground, and so fast," Malfoy sneered, though he didn't understand what had happened.
Ron lunged at him, and before Malfoy could react, he was knocked to the ground, Ron's fists flying. Neville froze for a moment but quickly stepped in to help.
"Hurry, hurry!" Hermione, unaware of the chaos around her, focused all her attention on Harry, clenching her fists and stomping her feet.
Harry dove swiftly, soaring past everyone, past Snape—like a lightning bolt—and suddenly, it stopped.
He raised his hand, and the Golden Snitch was firmly in his grasp.
Cheers erupted, and the atmosphere became electrifying. A new record had just been set: no game would ever see the Snitch caught faster than this. From start to finish, it had taken just five minutes.
"Look, Ron! Harry won! We won! The match is over!" Hermione shouted, bouncing excitedly on her seat.
George stood in the top row of the Ravenclaw stands, next to sixth-year senior Kate Winslet, a key member of the Mutual Aid Society.
"Did you modify the Hawkeye spell to make it silent?" Kate asked. She hadn't seen George cast the spell but noticed he could clearly see the game from the top row—a sure sign the Hawkeye spell was working.
"Of course, such a useful spell should be silent," George replied with a neutral expression.
"The simpler a spell, the harder it is to modify. The essence of a minimalist spell is reducing all branches while maintaining stability and effectiveness. Further simplification is extremely difficult," Kate said, eyes wide with amazement. "And you're only a first-year? Incredible!"
"It's easier because it's my own spell. Your mind-reading spell is also a silent spell," George said, thinking it was nothing remarkable. He refused to measure himself by first-year standards—or even lower. That would be unfair to others and to himself.
"Exactly. My reading magic was created in fourth year and took a year to make silent, but I wasn't as diligent as you," Kate said thoughtfully, recalling the notes she had organized in the Mutual Aid Society. "So many notes," she murmured.
"Your reading magic is already a silent spell, simplified to perfection. After organizing all those notes, developing a spell that can memorize magical texts wouldn't be difficult," George said. He had already mastered a spell that could memorize texts. However, magic learned via shortcuts is hard to teach to others immediately.
He tried to guide Kate so that, through mere instruction, she could create an advanced spell tailored to her.
"I hadn't thought of this before, but now seeing a genius like you, I can't slack off. After organizing all these notes, I finally understand their value," Kate said thoughtfully, unwilling to fall behind.
Ordinary students concerned with such matters could only obtain early access via the Mutual Aid Society, helping them bypass financial barriers—but nothing more.
As the founder, George was the primary beneficiary, with Kate also benefiting due to the immense value of her mind-reading spell. George, in return, asked Kate to help organize the notes he received—a time-saving measure and a token of appreciation.
Unlike Harry and Hermione, they were first-year students with very limited foundational knowledge. Even with senior notes, they could only use them as reference or a dictionary. Kate, a sixth-year, had mastered all her courses. Because of her unique circumstances, the school paid special attention to her academics.
This time, Kate spent hours organizing a full year's worth of notes covering different subjects, ways of thinking, study angles, and even learning experiences and spelling techniques from top students.
For an outstanding student like Kate, with extraordinary reading ability and reading magic support, these notes felt like a rebirth, helping her understand everything.
"A genius? A prodigy?" George shrugged off Kate's praise. Honestly, he admitted he was never lazy, but he never claimed to be a genius.
After all, he had innate advantages from the start, which snowballed over time.
These advantages accumulated relentlessly, eventually forming a chasm between him and others—much like the fundamental difference between a Dark Lord and ordinary wizards.
George scoffed at notions of IQ or genius. This phenomenon had persisted for generations. He believed that even without the proven "10,000-hour rule," putting 10,000 hours into study would make anyone world-class.
He personally contrasted his past and present life experiences, aware that talent and genius are often obscured by perception.
In his previous life, he had achieved nothing—but he would never blame himself for lack of intelligence or talent. If he felt guilty, it was only because he lacked discipline and couldn't derive satisfaction or joy from learning and effort.
He had developed a bad habit of poor focus as a child. Suddenly, his efforts and study brought no positive feedback, and his family often added negativity. He had to suppress his negative emotions constantly. These suppressions and efforts exhausted all his energy, leaving him drained of life itself.
It was as if possessed by Dementors—living drained him entirely. How could such a person ever succeed?
The world is unfair. Most people merely survive, relying on their own strength. You should expend your passion and live like an ordinary person, not sink to the bottom.
People are born different. Differences stem not from talent or intelligence but from environment and survival methods.
When Harry first arrived at Hogwarts, he was small and weak. Yet after proper nutrition, he grew strong and tall—just like his parents.
Just like Harry's height, just like Malfoy's mockery that nobody wanted him, it wasn't his fault.
It was his environment and survival circumstances. Because of his upbringing, he had to live with his uncle. He was underfed and weak. After his parents died, he endured Malfoy's ridicule. These were beyond his control, yet he had to bear the world's cruelty.
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