love letter from hp to mr digory

After Polina finished drinking the cold chocolate, the rain outside gradually subsided.But they were still beaded when they got back to Hogwarts.

"Good evening." Rihanna just stepped into Hogwarts in front of them, and she walked in behind.Her hair was in strands from the rain, and her Quidditch robe was stained crimson by the raindrops.

"Have you gone to Quidditch practice?" Polina asked, casting a drying spell on Rihanna, "Angelina was horrible—you all practiced four or five times this week—"

Paulina suddenly thought of something. She turned to look at Cedric and asked, "My God, don't you have Quidditch practice? I see Hufflepuff practice two or three times a week at most."

Cedric's face froze, and he stood there for a while before saying, "We——it's very difficult to get Quidditch training notes from Gryffindor——Professor Sprout is also very concerned about this." Not very... persistent." I don't know if it was Paulina's illusion, but she heard a bit of gnashing of teeth and frustration from Cedric's words.

"Stop talking about Quidditch!" Rihanna felt guilty, and she interrupted the topic suddenly loudly, "Let's talk about something else, an interesting topic—you went to Hogsmeade, right? Did you see Harry in Hogsmeade? He skipped training to go on a date with Cho Chang. I can't believe it, this is the first time Harry has dated Chang this half term."

"Whoa—unbelievable, but we did meet Harry and Cho." Polina, pissed and amused at the thought, recounted the story to Rihanna.

"Are you a little too strict with Harry?" Rihanna couldn't help but say after hearing it, "I think it's really hard for people to understand what Zhang is thinking—at least I don't."

Paulina looked at Rihanna scrutinizingly, as if to gauge the reliability of what she was saying.

"Are you sure you're not trying to blackmail Harry?" Paulina muttered. "Damn it, is that all you Quidditch players?"

Rihanna was going to shower in the prefect's bathroom, and Paulina and Cedric parted at the foot of the stairs, each going back to their respective lounges.

But when she stepped into the lounge, she found that most of them hadn't returned from Hogsmeade yet.The only people sitting in the lounge were a few scattered juniors and Harry, who was talking to Hermione.

"Good evening, Paulina," said Hermione, eating a plate of yellow pastry. "Are you and Cedric at Puddiffe's today?"

"Good evening, Hermione." Paulina broke a bit of puff pastry out of Hermione's hand and ate it, "yes, we were. And we got a perfect look at the scene where Harry took the autumn away, and I'm sure Many more have seen it too."

Hermione gave Harry a begging look, and Harry put his head in his arms.

"I'm sorry," said Hermione sadly, "but you're really short-sighted."

"I'm short-sighted?" Harry raised his head abruptly, and he said unfairly, "One minute it was fine, but the next minute she told me that Roger Davis had asked her out, and that she was in that caller. Kissing Cedric in a boring teahouse—how could I feel!"

"She wants Cedric to kiss her! Watch out, she wants it!" Pauline screamed.

"You're throwing a tantrum—that's right. Because you're upset, you're jealous," said Hermione, with the same patient tone of explaining one plus one equals two to an emotional toddler, "but you should Show it, you can lose your temper with her at this time, because she is making you jealous—she wants this reaction from you to show that you care about her."

"But, but—" Harry said urgently, "didn't you say never to yell at your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, yeah." Hermione said in that patient tone that can drive people crazy, "but when she wants you to, you should."

Harry looked totally bewildered, "Why didn't she just ask me who I like better, wouldn't that be so much easier?"

"Girls don't usually ask that kind of question," said Hermione.

"They should have asked!" said Harry angrily. "That way I'd tell her I like her instead of making her turn herself into a tap."

"Okay, then you can ask Qiu whether he likes Roger or Cedric, or you. You know, Qiu has such a restrained personality. If you hate her character, why are you chasing her? ?” Paulina complained about Qiu’s injustice again at this time, “Damn reckless boy.”

"What is reckless, who is reckless?" George emerged from the portrait, "I really hope that the word reckless can be used for Ron now, because he is nailed to the hoop on the court. same."

Rihanna stood outside the portrait and kicked George to make room for the exit.Then behind her came Fred, Alicia and Angelina.

As soon as they came in, everyone in the lounge crowded over.The students in the lower grades greeted them with greetings, and some even handed them towels and hot tea.

"Have a sandwich?" George asked. "I'm a little hungry."

"No, only this." Hermione handed over a plate of puff pastry, "fill your belly."

George took it and gobbled it up.

"How was Ron's training?" Harry asked expectantly.

"Not bad," said Fred, "I mean if nobody's watching Ron."

"So like this, we can only let--"

"Tell the audience to turn around and listen to Lee, or have people poke the audience blind one by one," Rihanna interrupted. "You've satirized Ron with that for 10 minutes."

"This incident taught me a lesson." Angelina leaned on Rihanna, "That is, never let Weasleys stay in one place."

"You can't say that." George took a piece of paper and wiped his mouth, and then said, "We are usually very united——but if because of Ron, Zacharias Smith defeated We, then I will choose a good place for Ron and Smith to be buried together."

"If I were Paulina, I would reveal some of Hufflepuff's strategic deployment to Gryffindor." Fred hypocritically handed Paulina a cup of hot tea, "In this way, you can keep Ron and Smith's life."

"Haha." Paulina laughed dryly, "To be honest, even if I knew and wanted to tell you, I couldn't help it. Because I don't know anything about Quidditch, I still haven't figured out which is which. Which of the Quaffle is the Bludger."

"That's the problem with Quidditch," said Hermione absently, as she went back to translating ancient runes. "It's put so much strain on House relations."

She looked up to find her Magic Musician to find Fred, George, Harry, and Rihanna all staring at her with disbelieving expressions on their faces.

"That's right!" she said impatiently. "It's just a game, isn't it?"

"Hermione," said Harry, shaking his head, "you're good at relationships, but you don't know anything about Quidditch."

"Maybe," she said sullenly, "but my happiness doesn't depend on Ron's ability to keep goal."

From the next Monday onwards, Paulina was on her feet.She is holding a big book every day, and after school, when Hufflepuff is training Quidditch, she will squat by the side of the training ground to drive away all the girls who are secretly interested in Cedric—— —

Oh, by the way, one more thing to mention is that Hufflepuff got back the right to use the stadium from Slytherin and Gryffindor!It is said that this is the good result obtained by Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall, who Cedric squatted for three days and three nights.

"Training isn't going too well, though," gasped Cedric, fresh off his broomstick. "Last year's batsman Bronte graduated, and this year his brother joins us—he, I'm sorry but all I can say is he's just filling in. Because he always misses the Bludger and instead slams a stick into Zacharias' mouth. A few more times we'll have to find a new Chaser gone."

"Relax," Paulina reassured, "I think Bolly is pretty good——"

"Yeah, yeah," said Cedric angrily, "but if the referee looked carefully, all the balls Bolly threw into the goal were actually Bludgers!"