[HP] Tsundere from afar

After Christmas, everyone has gained a lot. Hannah, who returned to the dormitory, continued to use strange methods to wake me up. Recently, she has mastered a terrible method, which is to pull my quilt away!

When my skin is exposed to the air, and it is still in the winter air, you can imagine how irritating it is. I hate Hannah!

Today's morning class is Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw Draco, who had been away for a long time, glaring at me viciously, and everything else was perfect.Maybe that frog egg soap didn't smell so good after washing off.

Just as I was thinking this way, Professor Snape opened the door and entered the classroom. I think a big question mark appeared above the heads of all the students present.Since this class is Defense Against the Dark Arts class, did Professor Snape go to the wrong classroom?I bet a silver Sickle that I'm not alone in thinking so.

Professor Snape came in hurriedly, pulled down the curtains on both sides of the teacher with his wand, and the room became dark successfully. He pulled down the screen with a straight face, and told us in a very smooth voice——

"Turn the book to page 394."

Harry couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, sir, where's Professor Lupine?"

Professor Snape glanced at Harry indifferently: "This is none of your business. Let's put it this way, Professor Lupine's current situation is not suitable for teaching. Turn the book to page 394."

We see the screen in front of us light up, depicting the form of a werewolf just like a book.

"But we just learned about Red Riding Hood and Sinkpunk." Hermione asked back, puzzled.

"Quiet." Professor Snape tapped the screen, "Who can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?"

Hermione raised her hand, eager to answer the question, but Professor Snape seemed to ignore her, his black eyes wandering around the room and falling on me.

I really want to be like the first grade Hufflepuff who stuck his head in the desk.

"Miss Granger." Professor Snape still asked Hermione to answer the question by name.

"The Animagus is transformed by the wizard actively, while the werewolf is forced to transform. Every time the moon is full, the werewolf will transform, he will forget himself, and even kill relatives and friends, and the werewolf will only respond to the call of the same kind."

"Okay, Miss Granger. In order to facilitate you to deepen your understanding, hand me a paper on werewolves on Monday, two rolls of parchment."

"Oh, no!"

Professor Snape's papers were the longest every time, which made all Hufflepuffs want to skip class.

"But there's Quidditch on Monday!" said Harry, speaking my heart out in passing.

Professor Snape continued to speak impartially: "Then you have to be careful, no matter if you break an arm or a leg, I will receive the paper."

Professor Snape's words can be regarded as the ultimate Avatar for Hufflepuff, and I threw myself into Hermione's arms with a sad face.

The Quidditch training these days has been very intense, and we even played a few friendly matches with Slytherin, which allowed me to master a lot of essentials in the huge amount of training, but every time I finished training, I was sore all over, er Ni told me ---

"It's right to be sour, it's building muscle."

When I heard that, I wanted to quit the Quidditch team.

I've been a little nervous recently. Although the goalkeeper is not likely to be attacked, the feeling of being hit by the Bludger will not be good; and what's worse, the weather for the Quidditch match on Monday is rain.

Before the game, Draco specially gave me a pair of waterproof glasses. He uneasily cast several warming spells and "waterproof and moistureproof" on me. He looked more nervous than me. Hermione and the others will go after a while Cheers to Harry.

Hannah hugged me as I was about to cry: "Quidditch is too dangerous, you must come back alive, Eve!"

"Please."

We clenched our broomsticks in the preparation cabin and flew high into the sky. The circular auditorium cheered for our two academies.After we flew around the Quidditch pitch, all the team members' clothes were soaked, and a cold wind blew in. I felt that even the warming spell couldn't stop me from shivering.

Heavy rain fell on us, and there were lightning and thunder in the sky.I bet I'm an ugly drowned chicken right now because my blond hair is wringing water, and I hope my suitors will be persistent in sending me love letters tomorrow.

"come on! Come on!"

I flew closer to the door knocker to watch the field, and saw Harry who was as embarrassed as me.Competition and training are completely two concepts. I will be a little relaxed during training, but the competition is serious. Although Hufflepuff often messes around, we will not muddle along.

Gryffindor players are as powerful as lions, and their Bludgers are hard to catch, heavy and scary.I defended three balls but missed the other two, which made me a little frustrated.

"The Golden Snitch has appeared!"

Harry and Hufflepuff's Seeker moved at the same time, and they flew high into the air, which made me a little worried, after all, the plot showed that something happened to Harry.

But at this moment, Gryffindor was about to score Hufflepuff again, and the Gryffindor batsman slammed a Bludger towards the door. The ball was passed to Ernie, and when it was passed, I felt the strength of the Bludger, and it almost broke the broom.

"Hey! Girl, be careful not to break your leg!" the Gryffindor who was hitting the ball just now yelled at me maliciously.

"Go away!"

Believe it or not, I will smash you to death with my suitors!

The sky was getting darker, and since the Seekers went up into the sky, we couldn't predict the game situation. When the score reached 90 to 70, we saw a black dot falling sharply. It was Hufflepuff's Seeker. Golfer!

He fell straight down, and the professor used a slowing spell on him to save him from suffering, but he couldn't continue to compete and was sent to the infirmary.

This phenomenon made us all tremble with fear, because he proved to us——

The higher you fly, the faster you die. What kind of experience is it? I lowered the altitude silently.

The following game was still going on, and I tried my best to repel a Bludger again. At this moment, I heard everyone exclaiming in my direction.Inexplicably, I looked up and saw a black dot not far from me. When I blinked again, I found that black dot was Harry. He fell towards me so fast that I had no time to react. He hit me hard.

I seem to hear sounds similar to bones breaking and shattering.

An indescribable pain spread from my chest, as if my body had been run over by a very heavy truck. I couldn't bear the pain and passed out directly.

Amidst the overwhelming pain, some thoughts flashed through my mind——

I don't like being Harry's pad at all!

It doesn't seem like this part is in the plot?

Can Professor Snape stop writing his thesis?

Are my boobs okay? !