The world is never fair. A person's growth and talents require experience and nourishment.
Before coming to Hogwarts, Harry never had the chance to break free from his original environment or change his way of living.
When he had no choice but to stay with his uncle, he often went hungry. As he grew older, he remained small and thin, like a little bean. His classmates and the girls would ridicule him for his height.
He would forever be subjected to the malice of his uncle's family. This malice was like a Dementor, capable of devouring all of Harry's positive energy and leaving him with nothing. Or it could continuously provoke his negative energy, eventually turning him into someone like his uncle, or like his cousin.
Ultimately, the probability that he could maintain good friendships and find love was small, yet deep within him, there would always be a battlefield of wounds, a trauma that could never be erased.
George did not believe in geniuses, nor did he believe he could lose to one. His two life experiences taught him that everything happens for a reason.
Even if I cannot understand it for now, even if I understand it but cannot control it, everything has a cause. A storm triggered by the butterfly effect begins with the flutter of a butterfly's wings, and the storm will never strike directly where the butterfly flaps.
Thus, he believed that advantages could accumulate, like a small snowball rolling along a running track, eventually rolling over everyone in its path. But in this process, the initial snowball, the middle of the track, and the entire journey are all crucial.
If any environmental factor is missing, the final blow that destroys everything will never come.
And indeed, he succeeded. As he had thought, he did not need to become a genius on his own, nor did he need to rely on Harry, Ron, and Hermione's luck to achieve a predestined victory.
He only needed to keep rolling his snowball of advantage. As long as the process was not completely interrupted, it would eventually create what is called "momentum" or "fate."
George not only accumulated advantages for himself, but he also helped Harry, Ron, Hermione, and even Katie accumulate theirs. If possible, he hoped to help even more people gain advantages.
He believed—and expected—that when a new generation of young wizards accumulated tremendous advantages and unleashed unimaginable power, Voldemort would be nothing in comparison.
Today's Quidditch match ended at an astonishing speed, with Harry setting the record for the fastest capture of the Golden Snitch. George was about to congratulate Harry, but Harry was already surrounded by teammates who hoisted him onto their shoulders and threw him into the air.
George approached Ron and Hermione, who were also Gryffindor students and winners of today's match.
Ron's nose was still bleeding, but he felt an odd kind of joy. He was ecstatic. He had been waiting for this day for so long. He shouted to George, "I beat Malfoy up badly! I've been waiting for this moment forever, and his eyes were blue!"
Ron laughed as he spoke. Most of the classes they shared with Malfoy were taught by Snape, who was extremely biased toward Harry and deeply disliked them. Malfoy often provoked and mocked them openly, but they could hardly retaliate. Today, they seized the chance to beat Malfoy badly, and that made Ron even happier than winning the match.
"Neville is still unconscious. He faced Crabbe and Goyle alone, but Madam Pomfrey says she'll have him well soon."
Neville's bravery today earned everyone's admiration. He had rushed at Crabbe and Goyle alone, keeping them occupied so Ron could get his revenge on Malfoy.
"This is a day worth celebrating. Harry won the match, Ron defeated Malfoy in another contest, and Neville performed brilliantly as well." George never hesitated to celebrate his friends' happiness.
"Yes, today deserves a proper celebration. Let's go to the common room and get ready. When Harry comes out, we'll call him, and then we'll start celebrating." Ron thought such a great day deserved to be remembered. Next time, they must find someone to defeat Malfoy. As for when the opportunity would arise, he didn't know.
Harry seemed to be delayed, and everyone waited for a long time in the common room without seeing him. Ron and Hermione became worried and pulled George to go find him.
Fortunately, nothing bad had happened—they quickly found Harry.
"Harry, where have you been!" Hermione exclaimed, her tone sharp.
"Don't worry, Hermione was just concerned about you. Relax. Today is a day worth celebrating." Ron stepped forward and patted Harry's shoulder firmly.
"Alright, let's go back and eat. It's already late." Once everything was fine, George ended the game.
"I found something!" Harry said in a low voice. "Let's find a place, and I'll tell you what I discovered!"
Faced with Harry Gold's mysterious identity, everyone was curious. To investigate Harry's discovery, they found an empty room nearby.
As Harry carefully closed the door, George cast a soundproofing spell to help.
"After the match, I saw Snape sneak into the Forbidden Forest. On my way back, I was curious, so I followed him," Harry explained, revealing the reason for his delay.
"You snuck into the Forbidden Forest! Do you know how dangerous it is?" Hermione screamed. "We prepared so much to confront Snape directly! How could you sneak in alone? Follow Snape?"
"Harry, I have to say, that was reckless. In the school, if something happens, at least a professor can support you for a while. But in the Forbidden Forest, if anything goes wrong, not even Dumbledore can save you." George was also frightened. Although Harry returned safely, George still feared the "what ifs."
"In the match, I beat Malfoy to a pulp—I really was reckless." Ron could not support Harry in this matter; he was surprised by Harry's audacity.
Seeing everyone's shock and disapproval, Harry finally realized what he had done. On the pitch, he was still terrified. After the match, he had instinctively chased Snape into the Forbidden Forest. Thinking about it, even he was scared.
"Sorry, I was almost obsessed. Flying on my broom made me feel special. I was overconfident," Harry admitted, apologizing immediately.
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