The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

After shaking off the snow particles on his body, Sun Zhu shivered as soon as he entered the lounge.

Sun Yuanbao jumped out of her jersey hood without any hesitation, and then immediately ran to the sofa closest to the fireplace and lay down.

"Are you willing to condescend to come back with me just to hide here and take a nap?" Sun Zhu was stroking her forehead when he heard a low greeting in his ear.

"Senior Zhu, you're back?"

"Hi, Neville, good evening. Is there anything you need from me?" She simply took off her jersey, put it on Sun Yuanbao, and warmed herself in front of the fireplace.

"It's Hermione. She came to me in Herbology class today and asked me to give this to you." Neville handed over a piece of paper, but his eyes were looking behind her.

"Thank you for helping us pass the message again."

Neville waved his hands: "Hermione will teach me my homework, I just help her a little."

"Hermione said you are the only boy of your age who won't say bad things about Professor Lockhart in front of her." Sun Zhu thought of something and didn't rush to read what she wrote. Instead, he asked him, "I'm a little curious about what you think of Professor Lockhart?"

Neville retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes to think for a moment: "I think he is...very powerful."

"I heard that he released a bunch of Cornish elves in your class, but he was not able to clean up the mess and caused you to get teased. Is this considered powerful?"

Neville was stunned, as if he didn't expect Sun Zhu to know the details so well.

Realizing that her tone was a little aggressive, she explained, "Of course you can admire him like many people do, but I really want to know in what way do you think he is great? Apart from... his looks."

Neville scratched his hair embarrassedly. "Ah, my grandma wrote to me a few days ago and told me to work extra hard on Defense Against the Dark Arts because I told her what Professor Lockhart taught us in class at Christmas. Grandma said she would write to the Education Department of the Ministry of Magic and the Hogwarts School Committee. You know, my grandma..."

Neville lowered his head, as if he felt that he shouldn't speak ill of his elders.

Sun Zhu nodded in understanding. It seemed that the always strict Madam Longbottom's dissatisfaction with Lockhart had touched the rebellious heart of the young man, so Neville did the opposite and decided to challenge the authority, taking supporting the idiot professor as the first step on his road to rebellion...

"...But, after my grandmother wrote so many letters, Professor Lockhart still stayed here, so he is really amazing. Moreover, so many people questioned him and attacked him, but he insisted on staying here and did not collapse and run away even though he knew nothing. It was really... incredible." Neville looked at her with sparkling eyes, "I wish I could be like him and never doubt myself."

Sun Zhu was speechless and choked up for a while before saying, "Learning from his thick skin is indeed a way for you."

This child is still too well behaved.

Neville stammered, "Actually, I want to know, that..."

Sun Zhu followed his gaze and quickly understood what he wanted to say.

"You want to know if this gold cup is real?"

After it was announced that it had been donated to the house, the headmaster and Professor Sprout discussed and decided to place the cup directly in the Hufflepuff common room, in front of Madam Helga's portrait.

With just one layer of protection to prevent theft, any Hufflepuff can admire the golden cup up close.

Although it was actually a replica of that strange alchemist in Hogsmeade, it was still exquisite and eye-catching enough.

"No, I just want to know if this golden cup has the same incredible power as the other founders' treasures." Neville said with great anticipation: "The sword of Gryffindor can only be picked up by the brave, and the crown of Ravenclaw can only be owned by the wisest. Slytherin..."

Sun Zhu spread his hands: "I'm not sure about this, just like many people don't know the function of Slytherin's founder's heirloom. But, I think our school's treasure may be just like our school itself, plain and simple..."

Neville looked at her in confusion, so she could only say directly: "It looks the same inside and out, it's just an ordinary cup. But no one will really use it to drink, hahahaha..."

"No matter how ordinary it is, it is still a gold cup. How can it be plain?" Anna's voice suddenly appeared, "Zhu, why did you come back just now? I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Hey, what do you want to talk to me about? Do the captain and the others have any other instructions?"

Wait, didn't she say this not long ago?

She looked down at the paper in her hand, then simply opened it and took a look. It said, "Ginny and I have something to ask of you this weekend. If it's convenient, please come to the window on the east side of the second floor of the library to find us. Love you, Hermione."

The weekend, that is, the day after tomorrow. What would the two little girls want to see her about? Could it be related to Harry?

You know, the biggest challenge for Harry this semester, apart from the erratic Lockhart, the elusive and emotionally unstable Dobby, is the Basilisk that has been harassing him.

The diary-book guy who was supposed to show up and cause trouble has been strangled in the cradle by her. He can no longer engage in an "online romance" with Ginny or instruct the basilisk to roam around and attack Hogwarts students.

But the spread of the Chamber of Secrets panic in Hogwarts, especially the continued deepening of rumors about Harry's identity as the "Heir of Slytherin", did not stop.

Harry had followed the script and was terribly frightened. On several occasions he sensed that the fragment of Voldemort's soul, which had been deeply embedded in his soul, was beginning to loosen.

If the stimulation could be continued until the fragments were completely detached, Tongzi would have a way to use the treasures in the store to separate them painlessly, completely eliminating the hidden dangers and cutting off the possibility of Voldemort being resurrected again.

However, although this method is effective, it has not been so effective recently. The basilisk said that Harry might have been numbed by fear and was not afraid of it recently.

It was really troubling... She stuffed the paper into her sweater pocket and thought about the possibility that Hermione and Ginny had asked her to help Harry with some advice.

If they really spoke up, things would be awkward, since she was the culprit after all.

"It has nothing to do with Quidditch." Anna waved her hand and scooped the cat, which was covered by the uniform, onto her knees.

Neville had said goodbye to them when she showed up. At this moment, only Anna's whisper was left nearby: "Zhu, tell me honestly, has this golden cup been replaced? It is actually the work of that crybaby."

Sun Zhu said "Ah" in confusion, and then she continued to gesture: "And your flying gold that can spit water and fire, I thought it looked familiar before, now I think it should be the work of that guy."