Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

“What purpose could this serve? Do you even remember what day it is?”

Facing Cassandra's questioning, Tom retorted with a smile.

Cassandra thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, “Quidditch?”

“I ask you, with my skills, can I compare to Harry?”

“No.” Cassandra chose to tell the truth.

“Then can I improve to Harry's level in the next two days?”

“No.”

“Then that settles it. Since that won’t work, if we want to win, there's only one way: to drag everyone's level down to be about the same as mine.”

Cassandra was instantly stunned by Tom's thought process. This was too abstract. “So you plan to create the biggest food poisoning incident in Hogwarts history?”

Cassandra then thought of a flaw in Tom's plan: “But if you're the only one healthy on the field, wouldn't that be too obvious?”

“Of course, it's impossible for me to be the only one healthy, because I plan to poison myself too.”

This time, Cassandra was truly shocked. “Is it really worth it for a Quidditch match? You're too cruel to yourself.”

But Tom had a look of triumph on his face. “Judy could pretend to be crazy and eat pig slop back then. What does it matter if little Tom does this?”

“Who is Judy?” Cassandra couldn't help but ask.

“A great emperor in the history of a distant Eastern power.” Tom explained to Cassandra, his tone full of admiration.

Cassandra decided to learn more about this person who even the Dark Lord admired... um... probably an empress.

The Quidditch match arrived as scheduled.

Almost all the students in the school gathered here, and the entire stands were packed.

Pansy and the others pulled Cassandra to sit in the Slytherin stands. Her face was full of guilt, and she had no desire to watch the game at all. Thinking about the drama that was about to unfold, her stomach was already churning.

At this time, the players from the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams also entered in single file. Holding a Nimbus 2001, Tom, mixed in with the Slytherin team, was even a little excited at this moment.

As the whistle sounded, fourteen brooms soared into the sky.

The detoxifying and beautifying potion, carefully modified and designed with a time-release effect by Tom, also began to take effect at the right time.

The originally noisy sound of the entire stadium instantly quieted down, and 99.9% of the people in the audience clutched their stomachs in pain.

The rapid peristalsis of the intestines, the mixture of gas and liquid, eventually turned into a series of "Glug! ! !" sounds that resounded throughout the arena.

Immediately following was a series of "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

A strange smell began to permeate the field. The audience members covered their stomachs with one hand and pinched their noses with the other, pushing and shoving as they retreated, rushing towards the lavatories at a speed of a hundred meters.

Even more, what to do if they couldn't hold it in? Shamelessly, they found a corner and solved it on the spot.

This picture was so beautiful that it was difficult to tell whether it was in Great Britain or a dream back to India.

As for the professors, they were slightly better off than the students, but after all, it was Tom's special potion that had been tested on countless little white mice, so it wasn't much better. Didn't you notice that Dumbledore ran away with Grindelwald at the first moment? Snape and Professor McGonagall's expressions were even distorted, and their sprinting speed was no less than that of young people.

Cassandra painfully closed her eyes as she witnessed all of this. She was truly a sinful woman.

But now she couldn't care about these things at all. In order not to be beaten to death, she had taken the initiative to get poisoned. Although it was a little better than the others, the top priority now was to find a lavatory. Damn it, she would draw a circle and curse the Dark Lord.

Back on the field, the condition of the players on both teams was not much better than that of the audience. The abdominal cramps made the players on both sides miserable, but they couldn't run away like the audience.

They could only "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" while flying unsteadily in the 'fragrant' field. As for the game, they couldn't care about it at all, so let it be. Even Wood, who loved Quidditch the most, couldn't hold on anymore. Didn't you notice that the smell there was the strongest?

Tom, who had cast a Bubblehead Charm on himself, slowed down the pain with his own magic while slowly following Harry. After all, he was not good at finding the Golden Snitch, but someone was very good at it. It wouldn't hurt to be a mantis stalking the cicada.

Watching Harry fly crookedly, without the demeanor of a Quidditch prodigy at all, and even with heat rising from the part of his body in contact with the broom, Tom pretended to care and said, "Harry, are you okay?"

“Not good, Tom, my stomach hurts so much.” Cold sweat was about to break out on Harry's face.

“Me too. Someone among the professors must have taken a kickback, causing unhealthy ingredients to be used.” Tom slightly relaxed his restraint and gently "Pfft!" as a response to Harry.

Just as Hooch was hesitating whether to cancel the game, Harry, as Tom had hoped, once again displayed his Quidditch Chosen One qualities, discovering the Golden Snitch not far from him.

Just as Harry was about to accelerate to catch the Golden Snitch, a brown, unidentifiable object gushed out from a certain part of his body, causing Harry's movements to stop for a moment.

Tom, relying on Harry's discovery of the Golden Snitch, suddenly accelerated and rushed up. No matter how bad he was at it, he still had to eat the food that was fed to his mouth.

And this 'flavorful' Quidditch match, which had never appeared in Hogwarts history, finally came to an end with Tom catching the Golden Snitch and Slytherin winning.

And the players, who could finally land, couldn't care about celebrating or arguing.

The most important thing in life, find a toilet! ! !