[Soccer+HP] Mario and the Vanishing King

During the week of Christmas, there was an atmosphere that was not conducive to learning in the castle.

This gave Andre a headache.According to his understanding, how could anyone in this world face two sheets of brown paper for Transfiguration homework, three celestial maps to be drawn, Potions quiz on the first day after the holiday, and going to the Forbidden Forest every two days Can you still think about celebrating Christmas when Edge is taking care of the salamanders?

Mario wisely points out to him that not everyone loves learning and homework that much, and Marco nods violently in agreement, and then they both get a blank stare from Andre.Even though Andre complained about this problem every day, the Christmas atmosphere in the school was getting stronger and stronger.

One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts was covered with thick snow early in the morning.The students who had no classes met to have a snowball fight outside. For this reason, Thomas was punished by Professor Mertesacker because he secretly cast a spell on the snowballs of two junior students, making them chase after the snowballs. Running around with them.Professor Mertesacker later had to free the two children from the snowdrift himself and send them to Dr Wolfart for a few refreshments.As a result, for the next few hours, puffs of steam kept coming out of their ears, looking like two sickly locomotives.

More people are choosing to stay indoors, at least in the lounges and auditoriums where there are warming fireplaces.However, the corridors of the castle were not so comfortable. The draft made everyone shiver, and students in tightly wrapped robes could be seen walking hurriedly during recess.To make matters worse, Professor Terry's Potions class was held in the underground classroom, and everyone had to get as close to the hot cauldron as possible, regardless of the steam that blurred Professor Terry's figure, and the gurgling sound in the cauldron They couldn't hear what the professor said at all.

"Let me remind everyone again," said Professor Terry in a Potions class, walking up and down the classroom, randomly checking the potions that everyone brewed, "We have a class test on the first day of next semester, if you can't make it If a satisfactory shrinking potion is produced, I have reason to believe that these students need to help the administrator, Mr. Moore, to perform the necessary labor."

The bell finally rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone walked out of the basement classroom relieved, complaining about Professor Terry's sternness.

"I can't believe that he wants to take the exam right after the holiday!" After walking a certain distance, Mario said sullenly, "Andre, you can't always defend him just because he is your dean!"

"Professor Terry probably doesn't want to see everyone being too loose because the semester is over. After all, Potions is a difficult subject." Andre didn't care.

"Transfiguration is also difficult, and Professor Klose is also very strict, but he won't ask for a test at this time!"

"Okay, okay, I know you admire Professor Klose, I will help you with the production process again in the past two days, how about it?" Andre comforted him as he walked, and then found that they were surrounded by a big tree Fir trees blocked the way.

"Mario, Andre!" came a loud voice from behind the tree.

"Hello, Thomas!" Andre waved his hand in greeting.

"Are you helping Hagrid move the tree?" Mario asked curiously. After seeing Thomas, he finally felt better.

"Of course!" Thomas placed the tree carefully on the ground, and then came out from behind, "I told Hagrid I could help, and he gave me one to move into the auditorium! The one I gave him, but I told him I could do it! Hagrid didn't believe it then!"

"How can you move such a heavy tree!" Mario looked at Thomas's thin arms and legs with admiration.

"Of course it requires a little skill." Manu smiled and stuck his head out from behind the tree, "I think Professor Lampard has taught you the Levitation Charm, right?"

"It's ingenious!" Andre exclaimed sincerely.

"Thanks, Andre." Manu winked at him.

"Mario! Andre!" Marco rushed over in a hurry, "So you are here! I have been looking for you for a long time!"

"What happened?" Thomas asked in surprise.

"Thomas and Manu are here too!" Marco greeted them briefly, and hurriedly said, "Mario, follow me to the auditorium! It's beautiful inside!"

They walked in and saw that Professor Loew and Professor Lampard were inside, busy arranging Christmas decorations.Philip was there too, helping to place the Christmas tree in the auditorium under the direction of Professor Love.

Inside the auditorium is beautiful and magnificent.The walls were hung with holly and mistletoe festoons, and all around stood a whole eleven tall Christmas trees, some with little glittering icicles and others with hundreds of candles flickering.Professor Lampard was blowing streams of golden bubbles from his wand and hanging them on the bare tree.

"The last tree, Thomas? Put it in the back corner on the left hand side." Seeing Professor Love's gesture, Philip turned to Thomas.Thomas and Manu moved the tree inside. "By the way, I don't know if I told you that Professor Love will hold a dance at the club on Christmas night." Philip found Mario and the others beside him, "It's not such a formal dance, you don't need to wear formal clothes to attend, you can wear whatever you like OK." He smiled.

On Christmas Day, Mario woke up early.After all, this was the first Christmas away from home, and he had never experienced Christmas in a castle in his life!Driven by excitement, he climbed up, and at a glance, he found a large pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

To be honest, he has never received so many Christmas presents before!

Mario picked up the top package, and without looking he knew it must be from his mother, because it was soft to the touch, and it must have contained his Christmas sweater—and it was.Thankfully, there are no reindeer or red noses on this year's sweater, just a big letter "M" for his name.

Mario put on the sweater immediately, and went on to unwrap the other presents.The second gift was given by Marco, a "Guide to Quidditch", which described in detail the various rules of Quidditch and many interesting games. It also mentioned the longest Quidditch in history The game lasted for three full months.Andre's gift was a very fine quill. He also equipped this fiery red smooth quill with a bottle of emerald green ink, which looked very similar to the one on the admission letter.Then Thomas sent a "Wizard Joke Collection", Manu sent a bag of beautifully wrapped candies (with the Duke of Bees written on it), Philip's was a book related to Transfiguration, and Julian sent He ordered a large box of homemade honey malt cakes, and insisted on the note that Benny made them and must eat them.

After unwrapping David and Mateo's presents—they sent special products from their hometowns respectively, but Mario was not sure if Italy was rich in a strange red sauce, let alone Mateo There were still a few looming beetle legs in the jar—it was getting late, and then he found that there was another package on the ground, which was pressed at the bottom.Mario took it apart and found that it was also a Christmas sweater, with a Christmas reindeer woven on it, and a note with blessings and parents' signatures written inside.

Mario froze.

Since the one in his hand is the sweater sent by his mother, what about the one on his body?He looked through the first package again suspiciously, but he didn't even find a note.

This is a bit strange.In fact, this is not the first time he has received an anonymous gift, and he remembered the double-sided mirror.Mario took out the mirror from the inside of the least used school robe, looked inside, and found nothing unusual.The inside of the mirror is still foggy, and nothing can be seen clearly.Mario felt that the sweater must be related to the owner of the mirror. After all, there are not too many people who like to be so mysterious when giving gifts. He decided to go to Marco and Andre immediately.

Coming down from the tower, Mario didn't go directly to the first floor, but turned a corner and went up to the eighth floor by the side stairs.From a distance, Mario found that the opposite side of the large tapestry was no longer a white wall, but replaced by the wooden door with a copper handle that he had seen before.He immediately pushed the door open, and Marco and Andre were already inside.

"Why are you up so late?" Marco raised his head and asked, he was playing chess with Andre.

"I got up early in the morning, but it took a little longer to open the present." Mario sat down on the sofa, "Listen to me, I received another mysterious gift."

The two stopped playing chess immediately and looked up at him.

Mario took out the sweater with the letter "M" from the package. Before going out, he had changed the clothes to the one his mother knitted. Safety. "I received this sweater without signature or signature. I don't know who gave it to me...but I thought of someone!"

"The owner of the double-sided mirror?" Andre asked sharply.

Mario nodded, while Marco looked at them with complicated expressions. "Hey, I don't think it's that strange..." he said hesitantly, "I think I know who sent this dress."

Both Mario and Andre stared at him immediately.

"It's my mom, I told her I couldn't think of anything to buy you for Christmas...so I thought she might have remembered it, and then I forgot to tell her I had already..." Marko shrugged Shrugging his shoulders, he pointed to the sweater on his body. His one also had a capital "M" on it. The difference was that his one was yellow, while Mario's was red.

Mario didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"It was a false alarm." Andre concluded, lowering his head again to study the chess pieces in front of him.

"Well... I guess I'll have to write a letter thanking your mother myself," said Mario. "Knitting takes a lot of work."

"No no no," Marko said quickly, "we have magic, remember? And to be honest, I don't think this kind of sweater...is that pretty...so you don't like it..."

"Of course I like it!" Mario said bluntly, and then took off his own sweater and put on Marco's mother's one. "And our letters are still the same!" He said with a smile.

Marco blushed.

The rest of the time is spent in the Room of Requirement.They sat on sofas by the fire, warming up, with snacks and tea, and whatever food you wanted and the house could provide.Andre refused to play again after losing to Marco in three consecutive games. He hid aside under the pretext of reviewing potions, so Marco turned to teach Mario how to play wizard chess.

Wizard Chess is almost identical to Muggle Chess, but the pieces are all alive, so it feels like you're commanding a real army.Marco's chess pieces were brought from home, and it is said that Mr. Royce's grandfather used to use them. Although they look a little old, they are still well preserved. More importantly, they are very powerful and obedient.

In contrast, Mario, who is a novice on the road, has to face a group of restless chess pieces. Not only do they refuse to obey his command, but they are also yelling and gesticulating at him-"You How can you let me go there, the queen will kill me in one fell swoop! Why don't you send that pawn over there, it's no big deal if he dies!"

By the time they left the house to go to the auditorium to attend the banquet, Mario's record was 1 win and 6 losses, and Marco deliberately let him win the game.After that, there was a gap of understanding between Mario and Andre's chess pieces, even though Mario had worn out the words, those chess pieces would not listen to him anymore.

After entering the auditorium, Mario felt that he had never attended such a banquet.One hundred fat roast turkeys, piles of roast meat and potatoes, large plates of small sausages, bowls of peas mixed with butter, buckets of refreshing pumpkin juice... every few steps along the dining table , there are a lot of wizard color packs and firecrackers waiting to be fired.These wondrous Bunkers are nothing like Muggle Crackers, instead of those flimsy paper hats and plastic trinkets, they're filled with fantastic magical items.

Under Marco's guidance, Mario picked a striped firecracker, and when it was pulled away, it made an earth-shattering noise, and a nest of lively mice exploded from the green smoke.Andre pulled out a new set of wizard chess pieces and gave them to Mario, reassuring him repeatedly that the new pieces would behave as well as Marco's set if they were properly cultivated.

At the guest table, Professor Mertesacker drew a lake-blue pointed hat with brown bird feathers from the firecrackers. To Mario's great surprise, he happily Put that hat on your head.Professor Lampard was chatting with Professor Terry, and he seemed to have mentioned something interesting. Mario had never seen Professor Terry smile so happily.On the side, Professor Gerald was pouring glasses of wine for Professor Alonso, whose face was getting redder and redder, looking like a salamander.Professor Klose and Professor Loew were much more normal. They chatted quietly while eating, and wisely kept a certain distance from the firecrackers.

The turkey is followed by fiery red Christmas pudding, but there are also surprises inside the pudding—Thomas's is stuffed with a peppery Bibi's Bean, and Mario's is stuffed with unidentified The jam tasted a bit like half a year old chocolate cake.Marco was even worse. He had been chatting with Mario while eating the pudding, and his teeth were almost knocked out by a piece of silver Sickle wrapped in it.

When Mario left the table, he was carrying in his arms a whole bunch of things that had exploded from the bunting firecrackers. Besides the litter of white mice, there was also a navy cap, a tiny looking glass and a shiny and Broken balloon.Mario decided to send those little white mice to his father early tomorrow morning, so that even when he was not at home, they could keep pets and not be too lonely.

In the afternoon, Mario and the others were brought to the playground by Thomas and Manuella for a snowball fight, and Thomas also called Philip.But Philippe and Andre agreed very presciently to cheer them on from the sidelines.So the remaining four people divided into two groups to fight. Marco cleverly used the floating spell to make Thomas and Manu suffer a lot, but Thomas quickly directed a large wave of snowballs to counterattack, killing both Mario and Marco. Overwhelmed on the snow.

At last they were so cold that they went back, panting, to their respective common rooms, to change and warm themselves by the fires.Mario took the opportunity to try out his new chess piece, but lost miserably to Thomas, Manu and Philip, without winning once.

At eight o'clock sharp, Mario was fully dressed and came to the corridor on the sixth floor to meet Marco and Andre on time.They walked into the door of the club and saw that many people were already inside.The room of the club was decorated as a large dance floor, the lights inside were dim, and a spinning ball was hung on the ceiling, emitting different colors of light every once in a while.Professor Loew even invited a whole small band, they were playing a soothing tune, people gathered in twos and threes to drink and chat, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Mario and the others were about to go to the table to get some drinks for themselves, when they found that the music suddenly paused, and then a fast-paced dance music appeared.

The atmosphere in the room instantly cheered up.

Just as Mario poured himself a glass of drink, when he was about to drink it, he found a tall figure twisting in a strange posture in the center of the dance floor, and beside him was a person with thin arms and thin legs dancing a weird "lifting" "leg dance" - he really didn't know what to call that dance, it looked a bit like the traditional Bavarian Supratler, but it wasn't, at least without the signature flapping movement - when this dance combination When paired with Professor Mertesacker, Mario literally squirted out the water he just drank.

Marco and Andre had to take turns patting Mario on the back to help him recover from the torment of choking on water.

I have to say that if there is any surprise that will happen at Christmas, the surprise of the whole day today is Professor Mertesacker.Mario always thought he was a prudish old man!They discussed in private more than once why Professor Mertesacker was not assigned to the post of administrator. Everyone obviously thought that Professor Mertesacker was very rigid in terms of discipline. Except for Professor Terry, Thomas received the most punishment. It is from Professor Mertesacker.

But obviously, today's Professor Mertesacker shows his cute side, for example, when he dances with his long arms and legs on the dance floor, he looks like a giraffe full of rhythm.Of course, this is not to say that the professor dances badly. In fact, there is no harm without comparison - against the strange dancing postures of Manu and Thomas, Professor Mertesacker's flexible figure makes Mario feel that he can go to the dance. Participate in a dance competition in the wizarding world and be sure to win the championship.

There were not many people staying in the club for the holidays. Apart from the few he saw during the day, Mario also saw Hufflepuff's Roman and the prefect Matz.Julian went home with Beni early in the morning, Jerome did not stay at school, and the Bender brothers traveled to Romania with their parents.Of course, Mr. Ozil and Mr. Schweinsteiger will not return to school to join in the fun on this family reunion day, but it is surprising that Professor Klose also appeared in the club.

"Good evening, Professor!" Mario rushed over to greet him immediately.

"Good evening, Mario." Professor Klose said with a smile, "And Marco and Andre, how are you doing?"

"We're not good at dancing..." Mario stuck out his tongue, "But it's fun to see everyone dancing!"

"Especially Thomas and Manu." Marco added, bobbing his head toward the middle of the dance floor.

Professor Klose looked lovingly at Thomas and Manu, who were writhing between them for a moment, then turned his head and said, "I suggest you dance too, boys. There's always something new to try, right? Jogi— He shouted, and Professor Loew made a questioning gesture at him across the crowd. "Change the tune!" said Professor Klose.

Professor Loew walked over and said a few words to the band, and the tune was immediately changed to a three-time dance.

"Are there any young gentlemen who need to be taught?" Professor Love came over and asked, his eyes sparkling.

"I think our newcomers need to learn dance systematically, Jogi." Professor Klose responded with a smile.

"I think so too, Milo. But maybe we still need a suitable teacher—" Professor Love turned his head and shouted, "Pell, come here!"

Christmas is indeed full of surprises.

When he walked out of the club room, Mario was still in shock from having just danced with Professor Love.Marco's face was as red as a tomato, because he kept stepping on Professor Klose's feet just now.Andre is much better. It seems that he has been taught about dancing since he was a child, but he obviously has never been with a tall man like Professor Mertesacker.If I had to use three words to evaluate the performance of the three of them just now, it would be—terrible.

"I didn't know dancing was so difficult." Marko said deflatedly. "A second ago we were laughing at Thomas and Manu... and then we made a fool of ourselves..."

"I think this is Professor Klose telling us not to laugh at others casually..." Mario also whispered annoyedly, "We are not as good as others!"

"Don't think so, today is Christmas, be happy." Andre comforted, "Although I also agree that this is a lesson that Professor Klose specially taught us.

"On the bright side - there aren't many people in the club today, and it's better to be embarrassed now than to be overwhelmed at a bigger dance later. But let me say that you really should learn to dance, and there will be more occasions like this in the future." , you can’t be led away like a monkey every time, can you?”

Marco gave him a resentful look. "I was quite encouraged after listening to your first half of the sentence, but it changed in the end. Let's talk about the facts, don't attack personally."

"The object of my words includes myself, okay?" Andre sighed and shook his head. "I've never felt so much like a juggling monkey."

"Okay, cheer up! It's still early, we can go back to the Room of Requirement and play wizard chess or something." Mario suggested.

"You really become more and more courageous when you get frustrated." Andre said with a smile.

"I tried that set of chess pieces this afternoon, and I lost badly, so I still want to learn more from Marco."

"Of course no problem! You will be much better with your own chess pieces than Andre's, believe me!" Marco regained his interest.

"We have to go around to the side stairs," said Andrei, looking around.They walked through the corridor on the sixth floor to go to the eighth floor, when Mario stopped suddenly.

"Wait a minute, something is moving in my pocket." He reached into his pocket and found it was a small white mouse.This little white mouse was obviously with the litter he drew at noon, but for some reason it crawled into his school robe.It seemed that it had been sleeping in the pocket all the time, and it didn't even wake up when it was dancing, and now the little guy was screaming in protest in Mario's hands.

"Be quiet!" Mario brought it to his eyes, holding his tail. "I didn't let you get into your pocket. I'll send you back to stay with your brothers and sisters." He said Tried to put the little guy back into the pocket of the school uniform, but it was useless, the fidgety little white mouse wriggled free from his fingers, jumped to the ground and ran forward.

"Wait! Hello!" Mario ran after the little mouse, and Marco and Andrea ran after him.They went all the way down the stairs, turning left and right, and then when they reached the corridor on the first basement floor, the mouse jumped to the left of the stairs and disappeared.

"Where did it go?" Mario looked back and forth for a long time, but he didn't find any trace of the little thing, but there was no other way here.Now they are standing in front of a huge oil painting, which is full of all kinds of mouth-watering fruits.

"I know where it went." Marco stared at the still life painting of fruit, then looked at the corridors on both sides, and said with a complicated expression, "Follow me."

Under the leadership of Marco, they found a large pile of wooden barrels in the corner next to the fruit painting.Marco deftly found the second barrel in the middle of the second row, tapped its bottom a few times rhythmically - and the lid was immediately removed, revealing a circular tunnel.

"This is...?" Mario was still a little puzzled.

"Hufflepuff rhythm," Marco said simply, before waving at them, "Come on."

The three climbed into the tunnel on hands and feet, and after walking for a few minutes, another round barrel lid appeared in front of them.

"What would happen if you made a mistake just now?" Andre asked suddenly.

"If you find the wrong bucket or hit the wrong rhythm, you will be judged as an intruder." Marko said, "The punishment is to be covered with vinegar."

"No wonder you said that you can't come in without someone to guide you..." Andre said thoughtfully.

"What are you talking about?" Mario couldn't understand this time.

Marco opened the lid of the barrel in front of him, revealing a circular common room.The lounge is earthy, with low ceilings, lots of shiny copper, and lots of plants hanging from the ceiling or growing on the windowsills.

"Welcome, friends! Welcome to the Hufflepuff common room!" he said with great grandeur, and pushed Mario and Andre both inside.

The author has something to say: *About Hufflepuff’s common room, it is not directly mentioned in the original book, but the badger’s welcome letter on Pottermore has a more detailed description, so the badger’s lounge in this chapter is also written with reference to this .

*Is the king online today?No

Extra Story 4: Matz's troubles (Hu Hua)

Mats Hummels doesn't like the Höwedes kid at all.

Although the word "little devil" does not seem to be suitable for the meatball who is ten months older than him, but Mats, dedicated to growing into a handsome man and now also a meatball, Hummels believes that his old Mom and Dad need to talk to the next door, otherwise there is no way for a little wizard to grow up healthily if he can't get a good night's sleep when he is born.

If the two adult wizards in his family can't have a good talk, Matz decides to go out on his own-isn't it better to cry louder at night?

Unfortunately, Matz always lost out against Benedict Heweides, who was born with a strong control over volume.

In fact, Matz's childhood was always full of competition.

When he was one year old, a shocking "GroerKopf" in the next room made Matz, who could only imitate his mother's speech with "ahhh", completely enlightened on the language. Since then, he learned the first word in his life-Hwedes.The first word he mastered was so complicated that Matz had to feel that he was gifted.

At the age of three, Matz got his first toy broom.Just when he was proud of the Quidditch talent inherited from his family and rode that little broom to the backyard of the next door to show off, he happened to see that blond kid accurately beat an apple into the standing beside him. in the ring.What parent would give their three-year-old son a Quidditch bat?Are they not afraid that the apple did not fly to the door knocker, but broke the glass of the neighbor's house!Matts thought indignantly.

At the age of seven, Matz gradually mastered some necessary skills in the growing competition with the blond kid.Such as, how to quietly fling the goblin in your own garden to the next door; Shove a Nixiu into the spacious living room, wait until the little golden retriever comes over angrily, and then say innocently, "I don't understand what you are saying"...

At the same time, though, he's been infested by Flobber's slime, slimy molluscs that swarmed his beloved broom for a day until he had to find some lettuce to lure them away.There are also thorns who appear in the garden inexplicably, every time he wreaks havoc on the garden when he is not paying attention, and disappears without a trace when he wants to catch them, no matter how much he swears to his mother However, Mrs. Hummels still insisted that her son was responsible.

At the age of 11, Matz received an admission letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.He thought with joy that he would live a comfortable life where he only saw the little golden retriever once a year.However, Merlin didn't seem to give him this kind of luck. On platform [-] and three quarters, he ran into the Hewedes family again. They had a snowy owl that he had wanted for a long time on their trolley.

Matz couldn't remember how many duels he'd had with the little golden retriever.

In the first grade, they had a competition in the prize showroom within a few days of entering the school.Strictly speaking according to the rules of the duel, they should each bring an assistant, but in line with the principle that the fewer the number of people, the safer, both of them went to the appointment alone.As a result, those ineffective spells only caused a few minor scratches on the display case at best. As for the later time... Of course they solved it with their fists.

Professor Love can still remember the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Two first-year students with serious facial expressions sat angrily in the last row of the classroom, staring at each other.

Mats also couldn't remember when he changed his name from "Herwedes boy" to "Benny" for the kid.But he didn't admit that there was something special about this title, after all, "everyone around Penny called him that."Of course, if he didn't yell like that, that person would obviously ignore him, not to mention that they would have to go to the dueling club every three days to compete.But Matz said, anyway, it’s just a title, and you’ll get used to it if you call it more often, but Benny, why can’t you call yourself “Matz” instead of that ugly “big head”!

Wait a minute, in fact, in a certain situation, Penny will still call him "Matz" out of kindness.

Like now-

"Mats Hummels! Get out of here!" Benny stood in the corridor on the basement floor, pointed his wand at his throat, and shouted at the pile of wooden barrels next to the fruit painting.Under the power of the loud curse, the echo of that sentence echoed in the entire corridor, the walls were shaken and buzzed, and even the house-elves in the kitchen ran out to watch the excitement.

After about ten seconds, one of the barrel lids was removed, and a curly black hair emerged from it. "Benny, Benny? Why are you here? I thought you were looking up information about Charms in the library..."

Penny's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I remember some big-headed idiot invited me to Hogsmeade for a drink, last Wednesday, if I recall correctly."

"Divination class?" Matz thought carefully, but could think of nothing but a drowsy crystal ball.But Professor Trelawney's big glasses are still impressive. If she doesn't have to brag about her contribution to the savior Harry Potter every class, she is actually quite cute.Matz loved her hairstyle, and she never cared about someone sleeping in her class.

And to be honest, divination class is really suitable for sleeping.There are dozens of bulging futons in the classroom, and every three or four are surrounded by a small round table. On the table are lamps covered by crimson scarves, filling the surrounding area with a hazy red light, and the fireplace is burning brightly. Burning, mind-numbingly hot... Matz would have liked it a little better if the course hadn't been an option and had to take OWLs, in fact he can't help falling asleep every class, even though Benny It doesn't help to poke him a few times from time to time.

Except maybe one of the sections.Professor Trelawney mentioned the name Gaudino in that class, and Matz and Benny just happened to know a "Gaudino".

Wait, if it's that class, maybe we should go back a bit.

"Gaudino?" Matz, who was drowsy, suddenly woke up when he heard the name. "The kid in Philip's family is also named Gaudino. Do you think they have any relationship?"

"Who knows, it doesn't seem like a common surname... why don't you just ask Philip?"

"I can't meet him at all except in the dueling club." Matz spread his hands, "It doesn't seem to be a good time to ask this during a duel, 'Hey, Philip, how is your kid doing? Wholesale prophecy balls sell Is it off?’ I bet Philip will do several bad things to me at once.