People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 39: Hermione the Stubborn
Harry disappeared in front of everyone along with Professor McGonagall.

Since I don’t have classes in the evening, there is still some time before dinner.

Everyone went back to the lounge first.

Hermione was a little absent-minded and leaned on Bagel's thigh in a daze.

Her birthday was on the 19th of last month, and she turned 12 years old.

For the sake of the college cup, as the oldest in the class, she should stand up and advise everyone.

But no one bought it.

The same thing, Baqir said everyone should accept it.

She was so wronged.

So, she tilted her head and couldn't help asking, "I don't understand. Harry and Malfoy's behavior clearly violated the school rules. Why are both Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall indifferent?"

Basil stroked Hermione's big furry head, "Silly girl."

Hermione (╬￣皿￣): "I'm not stupid!"

Basil: "You're not stupid, but you've been in this academy for more than a month. Don't you understand what our students are like? Then let me change the question. Who is the most popular student in Gryffindor?"

Hermione frowned, "Fred and George."

Basil nodded, "Yes! Gryffindors value courage the most. So, in the eyes of the public, the Weasley twins who dared to break the school rules and brought them joy are undoubtedly true Gryffindors. The points deducted and the second house cup are not important at all."

Hermione sat up and leaned back on the sofa, very confused, "But Professor McGonagall said that the house cup is a manifestation of the honor of the house."

"No," Bagir denied hastily, "Silly girl, think about the content of the school song and combine it with reality. Think again, what does each college value most?"

"Hufflepuff: food, unity. Ravenclaw: wisdom, knowledge. Slytherin: bloodline, power. Gryffindor: courage, adventure." Hermione replied depressedly.

After knowing the answer, she felt depressed again.

So what she did before was not that of a clown?
As she was thinking this, she suddenly found a big hand on her head again.

It's Bagel!

Her heart began to leap with joy.

"But, Hermione, Gryffindor needs people like you. Gryffindors who are easily overwhelmed need someone to pour cold water on them. That's why Percy is the supervisor. In Harry's father's class, it was Lupin. But you must also remember that when facing those who don't appreciate it, you only need to give verbal reminders."

“Give up the desire to help others and respect their fate.”

"You are just a student, not a supervisor or a professor."

"Others will not obey the advice of someone they consider to be their equal."

"What's more, some of them even regard this as a lack of courage and un-Gryffindor behavior," Bagel consoled.

Hermione didn't ask who Lupin was.

She smiled and nodded, "I understand! I won't care about other people's affairs from now on. I will only remind you, um, Harry and Ron if they make mistakes."

"I will tell the teacher later, please don't be angry!"

You understand nothing!
That's all Baqir wanted to say.

An 11-year-old child really doesn't understand anything.

Unless she hits her head against the wall herself, she will probably never understand.

At dinner time, everyone arrived in the dining room.

Harry came back at this moment, his face full of excitement.

Also brought back two pieces of news.

One of them is that he became the youngest player on the college team in a century.

"You two were not kidding just now?" Ron said after pulling out a steak and kidney pie that was halfway into his mouth.

In fact, after the flight lesson, Bagel expressed his guess.

Hermione, who didn't understand Quidditch (what she didn't understand was the unwritten rules), nodded as well.

"What's the other news?" Ron looked at Harry.

Harry was stuffing pie into his mouth frantically.

After taking a big sip of iced pumpkin juice, he said, "Draco Malfoy, he also joined the school team. Fortunately, his birthday is in June, otherwise I would not be the youngest player on the house team."

"How is this possible! This isn't fair!" Ron slammed the table.

He racked his brains to think whether Malfoy relied on family connections, but Malfoy's recent tragic fate made him unable to say such things.

Doesn't this mean that Malfoy relies on himself?

Thinking of this, Ron felt worse than death.

Harry gave Ron an understanding look.

He continued eating while saying, "For some reason, Snape is here too. Next to him is a Slytherin senior named Flint who looks like a troll (Ron: He is the chaser and captain of the Slytherin team. I suspect he has some troll blood in him). After hearing that I became a player on the school team, he decided on the spot to let Malfoy join the school team as well."

Baqir began to doubt his memory.

His memory of his past life was not in the form of high-definition images.

Did Draco Malfoy join the school team in his first year?
Or is it a movie adaptation?

Or, the duel between Harry and Malfoy was allowed by Madam Hooch to become a formal Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match.

Attracted the attention of Snape and Flint?
That's not right. Snape doesn't like Quidditch and doesn't take it seriously at all.

Bagir was a little confused now.

Suddenly, a large group of Slytherin students came over here.

Judging from the direction, they were just outside the castle.

Leading the group was Malfoy, and a muscular man who looked like his brain was also muscle.

It's really amazing that Malfoy can use curses well in his first year.

But it shouldn’t be that serious.

Baqir was speechless.

He coughed softly and tightened his grip on his wand.

Then they were seen walking towards Harry.

"You're crazy! You're not looking for me?"

Looking at the pre-made blue and almost purple Draco echo in my mind.

Baqir was speechless.

If Harry had a system, would his Draco echo be directly gold?
"Well, well, you are Harry Potter, right?" The troll Flint was the first to taunt, "Thank you for giving us such a good seeker."

"While you were talking to Silly Wood, our new player, Draco Malfoy, was training, adjusting his grip."

"You should understand. Before the adjustment, you were evenly matched. After the adjustment, humph!"

The Slytherin students at the back sneered in unison.

"Hehehe, hahaha, hehehe, hahaha."

"Harry Potter." Malfoy pronounced Harry's name slowly and rhythmically, as if he was pronouncing the name of a lover.

That Basil's magic is silent and wandless, even some senior students can't do it.

Even, maybe, his father...

Now, let’s start with this scar!!!

"When the official competition starts, you'll know who is the best Seeker!"

At this moment, Fred and George Weasley entered the dining room. When they saw Harry surrounded, they hurried over.

Supporting the table with one hand, he jumped in front of Harry in a cool posture, one on the left and one on the right.

The two men came close together, tightly and Flint was almost sticking to everything.

Overflowing with passion!

"Get away from me! Stay away from our new player!"

"Marcus Flint, is that all your troll brain has got to do?"

Flint smiled coldly and sniffed the top of Fred's head. "A first-year student? We are afraid of him? Ours is better!"

Hermione covered her eyes, leaving a large gap: "Is that Flint a pervert?"

Baqir: "Don't look at him. He was just insulting Fred's height with his movements."

Thanks to the students who write "Food Captives" and the monthly tickets from other students, as well as the recommendations and follow-up reading from other students!

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