Hufflepuff never works overtime

Tarsila suddenly covered her head, talking to herself in a panic.

"Well, what I'm writing is..." Hermione just opened her mouth when she was quickly interrupted by the other party.

"No no no, don't tell me!"

Tarsila jerked her head up, staring at her with dark circles, as if Hermione was about to give her a silent /Sliencio/ if she dared to continue.

Hermione shrugged and nodded silently, "Since you don't want to know, that's fine. Anyway, Faise forbids me to discuss the answers with her after the exam."

"Who makes you unable to control it every time, it's easy to make my already fragile little heart fluctuate wildly, okay? I still want to enjoy the last carnival before the results are released."

Returning the other party's eyes, Faise walked up to Hermione's side and hung directly on the other party's body, "Hermione, do you have any plans for the afternoon? I may have to go back and have a good sleep... After all, I entrusted these two guys to sleep last night." Reciting blessings in the dormitory, it feels like I haven't closed my eyes much all night."

"Well, Harry, Ron and I are going to ask Hagrid about getting Norbert. We think there may be something wrong with the weirdo who lost to him."

Since there were other people present, Hermione couldn't speak clearly, but Faise quickly understood the other party's meaning.

She yawned uncontrollably, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, "Well, be careful not to play too crazy, I won't participate today..."

"Well, then I'll go to Ron and Harry first, you go back and rest."

The three of them waved at her, replied feebly, and then watched each other leave energetically.

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The author's words:

Today is a fat chapter~

When I drank the medicine, I was complained that it felt like Dumbledore was poisoned... How can there be such a bad thing in the world

Chapter 74

"When I looked up, the three heads that were bigger than people just stared at us above my head. I don't know when the harp next to me stopped playing,"

Ron's storytelling rhythm is very good, which is undoubtedly due to his own acting talent, and every movement and expression of him is in place.

It was as if a plot that had only been seen in comics firmly grasped Faise's heart. Even though she had heard Hermione's brief description before coming to the infirmary, her hand still unconsciously grasped the corner of the wizard's robe .

"Its saliva fell on me in big drops, oh, Merlin's beard, you can't believe how bad that smell is, it's like licking a troll!"

"what……"

Hermione expressed physical disgust at Ron's description, and she even waved her hand twice in front of her nose, as if trying to dispel the nausea in her imagination, "Can you stop doing this disgusting thing?" simile!"

Ron shrugged indifferently, and another audience member's shining eyes urged him to continue the story.

"The two of them were frightened and stupid at that time, and they jumped under the trap in a panic. I was the last one to go down in order to break their back. The teeth of the three-headed dog were only a little away from my head at that time. "

Ron stretched out his hand, gestured a small distance between the two fingers, thought for a while and felt that it was not appropriate, and then shortened it by nearly half - almost sticking together.

"I'm sure it has bitten my hair, thanks to my strong survival instincts, I was able to escape from death in the end, otherwise..."

Ron suddenly opened his mouth wide and leaned forward in the direction of the two of them, trying to scare them.

"I think you have been bitten, and the rabies attack is hopeless!"

Hermione noticed the other party's bad intentions, and directly stuffed his mouth with the bread brought as a condolence item, and then gave him a big white eye.

"Don't believe him completely. Yesterday we were going down to the trap guarded by the three-headed dog to find out. As for the 'broken back' he just said, it was purely because he reacted too slowly and was frightened."

Hermione worried that Faise would really be frightened by Ron's exaggerated performance, and explained to her softly, "Now that I think about it, the next few levels should be set up by the professors to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, not really to hurt the Sorcerer's Stone. We, and Harry, was the only one who was really in danger in the end..."

As they spoke, the three of them turned their attention to the bed next door.

Harry has been in a coma since he was sent to the infirmary by Principal Dumbledore yesterday, and his injuries have recovered a lot under Madam Pomfrey's care.

For what happened in the end, Hermione and Ron only heard a few words of explanation-Harry Potter smashed the mystery man's conspiracy again-as for the more detailed content, we can't wait until he wakes up. understood.

"Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey said, Potter was just a little frightened, and he will recover naturally after a few days of rest. Unfortunately, he probably won't be able to catch up with Gryffindor against Ravenclaw tomorrow... "

Faise sighed silently. Recently, the atmosphere in the team has been a bit sluggish. Even their first-year training has missed several people.

Hufflepuff's last battle was over last week, and their total score has missed the first and second place due to the loss to Slytherin.

If Gryffindor loses to Ravenclaw again, Hufflepuff may be at the bottom again.

"I'm actually more worried about whether Mr. Principal will punish us for this behavior..."

Hermione felt her heart bleed at the thought that they might lose another 150 points. This time they really wanted to make the whole school famous.

"You have time to show off your 'heroic deeds' here, why don't you worry about how to explain what happened last night to your roommates after you go back. I don't know if Neville is still petrified, and I haven't seen him being Send it to the infirmary?"

"It's obviously a good thing you did, why should I explain it?" Ron muttered dissatisfiedly.

He originally planned to escape, and wanted to wait until Harry woke up and go to the 'interrogation' with the other party, but now it seems that this idea can't be realized.

Madam Pomfrey had given him an ultimatum. His injuries were almost healed, and the bed should be freed up for other students who needed it—especially with the last Quidditch match tomorrow.

"When I see Neville next time, I will naturally apologize to him."

Hermione noticed the curious look in Faise's eyes, and quickly added, "I told you the whole story this time, what Ron said is at best an embellished version!"

"Tch... I bet you didn't tell Orest about your funny performance on that strange web?"

"Ron!"

Hermione stomped her feet anxiously, her face showing a worried look.

"What did you do, Hermione?"

Faith held back Hermione who was about to rush forward to cover her mouth, her intuition told her that such a wonderful part should not be missed.

Ron made a strange face at Hermione, who was baring her teeth and claws. Regardless of her threatening eyes, he put his hand to his mouth and coughed, imitating the tone and expression of the other party.

"We have to do something!" Ron waved his hands in the air, and his raised voice was somewhat similar, "I remember I read in the textbook of the herbal medicine class that the devil's net has a strange habit, it is afraid of light and fire!"

He refrained from his performance, shook his head, "Even at times like this, you don't forget to show off your knowledge reserves. You are worthy of it."

Faith tried her best to restrain the corners of her mouth from rising, which really looked like something a little lion would do.

And Hermione buried her head directly in Faise's neck, not watching the next horrible performance.

"Did you think this was over?"

Ron said helplessly, "At that time, I was almost suffocated by that damned strange net, and then our clever lady know-it-all finally thought that she could save me by creating some light."

"and then?"

Faith listened with relish, and she even reached out to the condolence snacks brought by the two of them, but when Hermione found out, she took them back angrily.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, I don't have any matches, what about Harry?"

Ron exaggeratedly covered his cheeks, his expression changed from anxious to mocking, "I should be glad she finally remembered what the wand does, instead of lighting it as a torch."

"Hahahahaha"

After all, Faise couldn't help laughing out loud, and she was rightly hit by Hermione's annoyed hammer, but her treatment was much better than Ron who was slammed by the pillow.

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The author's words:

New Year is coming!

Tomorrow there may be a reward for adding more, after all, the first grade is only one finish away~

Holding two boxes of wands on the street to find friends and squeeze photographers (?o?o)??, but it's really a bit shameful...

Chapter 75 Good Slytherin

"Humph!"

An angry Hermione folded her hands in front of her chest, trying to use her breath to remind the guy whose shoulders were still shaking, can he control it a little bit!

Faith expressed her helplessness, the more she wanted to endure the smile, the more she couldn't stop it from rising.

"Faye..."

The knee was bumped by Hermione calmly, and a pair of big brown eyes stared at him with a little accusation, "I don't usually do that, Ron is too exaggerated!"

"I know, I know," Faith comforted the other party, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

"Weasley's action just now was indeed a bit exaggerated, but I just think you are cute, and according to what he said, you managed to remember the weakness of the devil's net in the end and saved him, didn't you?"

"That's right..."

Hermione bit her lower lip and repeatedly confirmed that the other party really didn't mean to tease her, then turned her head and said to Ron with a look of disgust, "Do you have anything to add, I'm coming to the remaining four levels I introduced her to her on the way."

"Hmm..." Ron touched his chin, and said as if recalling, "There is really nothing to say about the troll, the key-finding and the potion puzzle, but I still have to talk about the terrifyingly large real-life version of Wizard Chess." Speak up!"

"Hmph, I skipped the part where Harry and I performed, and just cared about showing off yourself."

Hermione turned her head away from him with a look that she had expected a long time ago, and Faith patted him on the back as if to appease a frizzy cat.

She could already guess that finding the key was probably part of Potter's performance, because she had heard the lion cub talk about trolls and potion puzzles before coming here.

Regarding that riddle, she had already solved it in person under the description of the other party in the morning, and somehow felt that it was a bit like a mathematical logic problem in elementary school.

For Miss Know-it-All, this should be a piece of cake~

"Did you see the bandage on my hand? That's where the chess piece's sword was scratched by the gravel when it came down,"

Ron stretched out his bandage-wrapped hand very proudly. Although Madam Pomfrey said that he could actually take off the bandage, he was still going to show off to the roommates in the dormitory. This was his bravery. Proof of fighting!

"We have to replace the missing chess pieces with our own bodies. In order to win, I chose a more radical tactic, but the final outcome proved that my idea was correct."

"Indeed, he did well in Wizard Chess," Hermione nodded noncommittally, but she wouldn't let Ron's tail go up into the sky, "but he screamed and was knocked off his horse." Then he passed out straight away, so I had to let Harry go to the next level by himself because he was going to be sent to the infirmary."

"Can't you just praise me directly!"

Ron raised his voice with some dissatisfaction. At this moment, a familiar figure suddenly walked into the infirmary quickly. Noticing the dissatisfied gaze of the visitor, he quickly fell silent again.

"Okay, children, I know you are still in a state of excitement, but Professor Dumbledore told me to let the patient get enough rest time, if you have finished visiting, you should leave."

Faith and Hermione stood up automatically the moment Madam Pomfrey walked in, and they held the snacks piled up on Ron's hospital bed back in their hands with some embarrassment.

"And you, Mr. Weasley, you can go back to the dormitory."

The deportation order was gently issued, and the three little guys left the infirmary together after surrounding Harry with condolences in a hurry.

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In the noisy auditorium, the green flag was fluttering in the air above the head.

The Slytherins, who were already proud on weekdays, did not hide anything at this moment of honor. They accepted the sight of blessings or jealousy from other houses frankly.

Some people even disdain to walk with their eyes ahead. The curvature of the corners of the mouth and the raised chin undoubtedly do not show their status as the number one in the Academy Cup.

"I have to say this hat is really stupid..."

Tarsila pursed her mouth, and adjusted the black cone standing on her head with her hands.

She'd been nagging about it since before the ceremony started, and Miriam and Faise were too lazy to talk to her, and they turned more attention to Principal Dumbledore who was speaking on the guest podium.

"No.4, Gryffindor 312 points."

Several eyes turned to the long table of Gryffindor at the same time, including Faise's.

She noticed that Hermione shook her head in disappointment. Although the other party got the first place in the whole year, they still couldn't make up the gap in their rankings.

In particular, Gryffindor lost the last Quidditch game-the lack of Harry as a Seeker, and the temporary substitute made everyone feel very disappointed.

"No.3, Hufflepuff with 352 points."

This time, the applause in the auditorium became more enthusiastic, and most of the lost lions also chose to give the applause of encouragement to their colleagues.

Hermione smiled at Faise who was looking at her, and the other party immediately responded with a cheering gesture.

"Unfortunately, I was expecting that we would be No.2..." Tarsila said while applauding silently while shaking her head.

"Be serious," Milian tugged at the tip of her head, signaling the other party to stop this dizzying behavior, "It's not like you can't see the hourglass outside, the gap inside is so obvious, can there be Third is pretty good."

"No.2, Ravenclaw 426 points."

"Wow, they really rose a lot at once..."

Hearing the other party's score, even Miriam couldn't help sighing, "It really is Ravenclaw, those books are not in vain."

"Tch, then they haven't passed the Hermione exam," Tarsila said angrily while seeing her brother cheering in the crowd, and she could already imagine that there would be another comparison when going home this year .