Hufflepuff never works overtime

But the more she read the contents of the book, the more she felt that the rules of this competition were really unreasonable...

From her point of view, the rest of a Quidditch team exists to support the Seeker.After all, no matter how hard they try, even if they win a 140-point lead for the team, the balance of victory will still be completely overturned the moment the opposing Seeker catches the Snitch.

Hermione slapped her lips in dissatisfaction. They should really refer to the ball game arrangement in the Muggle world, at least there will be no such unfair situation.

Besides, if there is no time limit, and a game has to continue indefinitely before the Golden Snitch is caught, then their class will not be able to attend.

"I just can't find my way," Faith turned over on the grass, and said with some depression, "The rabbi could learn it in one night, why did it take me so long...Hermione, Do you think there is a problem with the spell-breaking recorded in those books?"

"According to my experience," Hermione quickly skipped a page with illustrations of players who were injured and forced to leave, and tapped a few times on the thick book cover at will, "the things recorded in the book are always more important than people." Reliable."

"You're prejudice..." Faith muttered in a low voice.

Fortunately, this depressed mood won't bother her for too long. After all, the person involved is here, and she won't run away. She still has many opportunities to try.

Yawning silently, Faith took off her glasses, rested her head on Hermione's lap, found a comfortable angle for her neck, and was about to just squint for a while.

The little lion glanced at the very self-conscious person through the top of the book, and didn't say much, just continued to read his book, occasionally reading out interesting parts of it, and sharing it with the other person.

The setting sun hit Faise's body, making her limbs warm and feeling a little weak.

Although her body was tired, she couldn't fall asleep for a while because of her numerous thoughts—it might be that the Halloween party made her too excited, and when her brain was thinking wildly, a strange thing caught her attention. .

This is?

Faith turned over and propped her upper body up with her arms. She fixed her eyes on Hermione's legs, and found that the somewhat inconsistent color was not her illusion.

Driven by curiosity, she poked her finger in.

"Hermione, you have one on your stockings, oops!"

Hermione only felt the other party's cool hand brushing across her leg. Before she realized what happened, her hand had already started to move automatically.

"Boom", Faise's little head made the sound of an immature watermelon.

The power of knowledge hit her hard, darkening her unclear world for a moment, followed by the little lion's angry voice, "What are you doing!"

"Hiss..." Faith felt that the other party was definitely trying to knock herself into a fool at that moment, and she even suspected that the book in Hermione's hand was made of cement.

Isn't there a hole in your head?

"I just saw that your stockings are torn..."

Faith rubbed her slapped forehead with aggrieved face, and complained dissatisfiedly, "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have told you, and it would be embarrassing for you to wear it like this, so that everyone will know that you are still wearing a layer of silk socks under your stockings." Mmmmm!"

"Don't say it, don't say it! I know!"

The little lion covered the other party's mouth, and her excellent reflexes allowed her to successfully stop the other party before Faise revealed all about herself.

Realizing that she hadn't restrained herself at all just now, Hermione quickly sat up and half-kneeled beside her, trying to see where the other party was just hit.

"It must have been scratched when I just took flying lessons. I'm sorry, are you still hurting now? Let me see if there's anything wrong..."

"Hmph", Faith dodged the other's hand reaching out to touch her head, she was really hit so that the circles of her eyes were red - due to a physiological reflex.

Although she tried to accuse the other party of the 'violence' by throwing a tantrum, Hermione seemed to really think that Faise was injured, and she didn't want to let herself see it, so she had no choice but to use a slightly stronger method.

The Quidditch training in the past few weeks seems to have been trained on the broom. Faise's resistance is just a symbolic curtain to the little lion.

"It's indeed a little swollen." Hermione lightly touched the other's red temples guiltily, seeing Faise's subconsciously frowned, "Should I go to Madam Pomfrey's to have a look?"

"No need..."

Little tantrums came and went quickly, and Faise also knew that Hermione had been a little absent-minded recently because of Ron's affairs. She didn't want the other party to be depressed after recovering from it, so she waved her hand quickly.

In addition, she didn't want to drink those terrible medicines at all, so she still had to save her appetite for the big meal at night.

"No, let's take a look."

Hermione stood up with a worried expression on her face, pulled Faise up who was trying to resist, patted the grass clippings on the two of them, and said firmly, "I must go, otherwise I will worry about this all night. "

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Seeing the other party's serious face, Faise could only nod her head.

She seemed to have remembered something, grabbed the little lion who was about to walk to the infirmary, and gestured to him with her eyes.

"You haven't dealt with it yet, do you need my help?"

Hermione's face flushed a little, she took out her staff from the wizard robe, "No, I'll do it myself."

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The author's words:

I struggled with my friends for a while, and felt that the plot of the troll was indeed an important inflection point for the friendship of the trio, so I still wrote it.

Happy New Year's Eve everyone!

Chapter 48

"Come on Hermione, the party must have started."

When Faise turned her head and saw the little tail falling far behind her, she ran back to the other party with some helplessness, reached out her hand to the other party's dull eyes and waved it.

"Hey, dear Miss Granger, it's time to get back to your senses. Is there something else that caught your attention?"

The reason why she said this was because the other party had just asked about the purpose and ingredients of almost every potion in the infirmary. In the end, Madam Pomfrey relied on her noble professional ethics to bear it to Feifei. Si treated the injury on her head before she 'invited' them out.

"Ah... no," Hermione tried to find an excuse to explain her abnormal behavior, but after thinking about it, she almost used all the explanations that could be used in the infirmary just now, so she had no choice but to shake it honestly. Shake your head.

"Face, go first, I suddenly remembered that tomorrow's Potions class..."

"Alas," came a deep sigh, and Faise interrupted Hermione's unfinished sentence, "Are you still arguing with Weasley?"

Her little thoughts were punctured by the other party, and Hermione's expression suddenly became depressed like a balloon that had been punctured.

Faith bit her upper lip lightly, it seemed that she was placing too much hope on the little lion to take the initiative to solve the problem of interpersonal relationship.

"No." The depression in Hermione's tone was obvious, "It's not as serious as arguing."

But they did not have a good conversation for two days.

In addition, when I refused the two boys to sit next to her the next day, my tone was a little too much. Now they almost never stay in the same space except for class—even the time for eating will be separated intentionally or unintentionally.

When Faise heard the other party's blunt reply, she couldn't help but smiled wryly.

If it's not serious... how could they try to find out about your recent situation through me?

He remembered that Ron secretly stopped him in the corridor yesterday, asked Hermione if her mood had improved, and even emphasized in every possible way that he was not caring about the other party, but felt that his behavior was indeed a little inappropriate.

Faith rubbed Hermione's drooping head, are all of you Gryffindors so duplicity?

Well said frankly!

"Who made him...laugh at me behind my back with those boys," Hermione hugged the book tightly in her arms, her slender eyebrows furrowed together, "I regard him as my friend... He used me as an object of fooling, which is too much!"

After Charms class was over that day, she stood behind the group of boys, watching Ron imitate his appearance in class, and listening to their harsh laughter.

At that moment, Hermione felt that she was simply blind, and actually regarded this kind of person as a friend.

So at the thought of having to sit face-to-face with Ron at the banquet tonight, Hermione felt pissed off and thought she might as well put off this Halloween party for a while.

"Maybe he didn't mean to mock you?"

Faith held Hermione's tightly clenched hand, her nails had already left a few deep marks on the palm, "He just can't control his mouth sometimes, you know Wei Wei better than I do." You know he didn't mean to be a bad guy, Sly, like Tarsila."

"How do I know if he did it on purpose..."

Hermione muttered unconvinced, "What he did was exactly the same as that group of people in elementary school, and he never came to explain it to me afterward. Even Tarsila knew he had done something wrong and had to apologize."

Then you have to give them a chance...

Faith murmured silently in her heart that whenever Hermione had free time these days, she would spend time in the library. If she saw two boys sitting at the long Gryffindor table preparing meals in the auditorium, she would I would rather take a piece of bread to the atrium to eat than sit down and give them a chance to talk.

I have to accompany her innocently, sitting in the cold wind and enjoying this delicacy.

"I think he's just a little bit out of control, and he's just a little concerned about face. Boys are like this." Faith helped the other party tidy up a small piece of hair that was squashed on the side of her ear, "You have to give him a Chance to explain, isn't it?"

"Um……"

Hermione nodded silently. Intellectually, she felt that what Faise said was reasonable, and emotionally, she didn't want to really break up with the two boys.

"Then I'll talk to Ron when we have dinner today."

Faith nodded in satisfaction, "I will try my best to stay with you, have some confidence in myself Hermione, Weasley and Potter can't possibly fail to realize that at the beginning of their school life, they provoked Gryffindor What a stupid decision Miss Know-It-All is."

"Why do you even call me that..." Hermione heard that the other party was trying to ease her depression by joking, she lightly thumped the other party's arm, "That sounds like mocking me."

"I think you really deserve this title."

Finally getting an affirmative answer from the other party, Faise thought that this matter that had troubled her for many days should finally come to an end tonight. As soon as she was relieved, her empty stomach began to protest.

"Then let's go. I bet the elves have prepared a lot of delicious food. I hope there are scones left when we go."

Faith grabbed Hermione's hand and ran forward.

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Before his stomach let out a shameful growl, the two little guys finally arrived at the door of the auditorium, but at this time it was Hermione who was holding the panting Faise.

"You go in first, Faith, I have to go to the bathroom."

Hermione said coyly, in fact, she wanted Faise to come by herself first, but the other party's sense of direction was really poor, so she chose to send her to the auditorium first.

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

Faise glanced at the other party worriedly. She didn't think Hermione would back down, but just thought it would be bad to let the other party act alone.

Even though the smell of food was rushing into her nose and the symphony was about to play in her stomach, Faise withdrew her hand that was about to open the door.

"Don't treat me like a child, okay?" Miss Granger, who was no longer a child, waved her hands anxiously. "I'm not like someone who still gets lost after two months of school. Hurry up and get in."

Taking advantage of Faith's tangled effort, Hermione had already run to the bathroom.

Looking at the back of the other party going away, Faise said loudly to her, "Then you have to come back quickly, and I will help you look out for something delicious."

"Know it."

Chapter 49

I have to say that the halloween costumes of the Hogwarts auditorium are really thoughtful, replacing the suspended candles in the past, and the festive jack-o-lanterns floating up and down in the space above the head.

Especially the weather outside the window was in a thunderstorm. The occasional lightning across the sky illuminated the corners of the jack-o-lantern's mouth in some strange colors. The drifting heavy rain seemed to be pouring down, but was blocked by the invisible ceiling of Hogwarts.From the perspective of the students, the raindrops suddenly disappeared in one place, splashing small water.

Complementing the spirit of Halloween is the seductive scent that fills the air.

All kinds of candy and sweets are piled up in the center of the table like a mountain. Even a girl who complains that she is losing weight will not refuse to taste the delicacies carefully prepared by the elves in such an atmosphere.

As for Faise, she is now like a little hamster that fell into a rice vat, her eyes are all shining.

From the moment she stepped into the auditorium, she was completely in no mood to meet up with Tarsila and Miriam, and just wanted to sweep every long table.

Generally speaking, although the types of food on the table in each college are the same, and the portion is definitely enough for all the students to eat with their stomachs open, and they can even be packed and brought back to the dormitory, the food in front of students of different grades will be different. different.

This has led to Faise, who is not good at dealing with strangers, usually only eating food that is nearby and within reach.

But Halloween dinner is different!

Waffles dusted with powdered sugar, marshmallows covered with chocolate, cookies in different shapes and cheesecake with runny hearts...and her favorite scones!

There are too many desserts that she has seen or never heard of, waiting for her "fortune", a silly smile appeared on the corner of Faith's mouth.

The small figure shuttled between the noisy seats, the Hufflepuff seniors only had time to see a plate full of desserts and an iron clip flashing in front of their eyes, before they had time to see her clearly face or greeted, the golden figure moved to the next place.

"Huh~ Let's do this for the first wave."

Faith looked at the harvest on the plate, the dessert that almost covered her sight, and nodded in satisfaction. She had to put some of it in her stomach before Hermione came back, otherwise she would be seen by the other party. She will not be allowed to eat so many sweets.

I will also chatter about tooth decay, weight gain, not growing tall, etc. for a long time...

Faith curled her lips helplessly, she could almost recite what she heard.

Without thinking about whether she had taken too much, Faise just wanted to find a place to sit down quickly, and reward her empty stomach well.

Just when she vaguely noticed the figures of Miriam and Tarsila in the crowd, the door was pushed open forcefully with a creak.

Faith subconsciously covered the plate with her body, stretched her neck and looked towards the door, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she found that it wasn't Hermione who came.

A staggering figure in a strange hood rushes in - it's Professor Quirrell.

He clutched his chest and was out of breath. A moment later, the terrified voice echoed throughout the auditorium, "Troll!"