Hufflepuff never works overtime

Hermione made a strange face at her, "Then I don't care, you never write greeting cards to me, I write to you every year, and you blame me for not writing much..."

"Okay..." Faise rubbed the top of the other's head, the long hair that Mercury had tossed just now was completely messed up, "I'll make it up for you when I get back."

"Then I'll have the same length as the homework for Potions class." Hermione raised a distance between her hands and raised her slender eyebrows triumphantly.

"Merlin's beard is 9 inches!" Faith frowned and covered her forehead when she heard this, "How can I finish writing this..."

The two chatted like this for quite a while, and Faise knew that if she didn't go back, she might attract her teammates over.

She glanced at her watch, "I still have about an hour of training, do you want to come in and observe for a while? When I'm done, we can have lunch together."

Hermione nodded almost impatiently, "Okay, if they don't think I'm a spy sent by Gryffindor."

"I'm just an alternate goalkeeper. What tactics can you steal?" Faith waved her hands helplessly. She asked Hermione to sit on her broom and motioned for her to wrap her arms around her waist. "Don't you?" Looking forward to something interesting, I'm not Potter, my training is just a boring blocking game."

After finishing speaking, she kicked her feet on the ground, and the broom carrying the two of them flew up steadily.

Hermione wrapped her arms around the opponent's waist. Although Faise thought that her flying speed was not fast, for herself who only passed the flight test last semester, this speed was already very exciting.

"I haven't seen Harry's training..." Hermione muttered softly, she could feel her body suddenly tilted to one side under the action of inertia, and quickly hugged him even tighter.

"Okay, you can wait for me here. It's safer to be a little farther away. If it's too close, I'm afraid you will be hurt by the Quaffle."

Faise put the other party down in the auditorium at a distance, and she put on the goggles again, "You can't read here, sometimes I don't understand what those batters are trying to protect us, Still trying to kill us..."

She frowned and said with a bit of disgust, "The last time I was training with a batsman, her stick hit our Chaser directly, it looked really painful..."

"That sounds really dangerous." Hermione couldn't help shaking her head and said, she took out a telescope from her cross-bag, "It doesn't matter, I have always been well equipped."

At this time, Mercury, who was thrown away by the flying speed of the broom, flew over, and it let out a cry of "Chirp! Chirp!" with some dissatisfaction.

"Then I have to perform seriously later, so I can't let you be completely disappointed in Quidditch." Faith buttoned her helmet, suddenly remembered something, and asked again.

"You will wait for me here later, and I will pick you up after I change my clothes after training."

"Aren't you going to practice this afternoon?" Hermione comforted the chattering little guy on her shoulders, and said after a moment of thought, "I want to go to the library to look up materials related to Potions homework in the afternoon, so I probably won't be able to accompany you."

"It's okay, it's Gryffindor's practice time in the afternoon," Faith flew into the air with the broomstick, and waved at the other party, "I'll go to the library with you, and I'll write a greeting card next to you!"

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The owl that Faith chose for Hermione was an orange-and-white small-bellied owl. It was so small that it was even called Little Owl in foreign language.

Chapter 95 Conflict

"I must protest to the elves in the kitchen," Faith walked down the road indignantly, waving her fists in the air, "how they can make scones salty, it's simply unreasonable!"

"Okay..." The fluffy long hair was scattered behind the girl step by step, and Hermione, who had listened to the other party's chanting for a whole noon, seemed a little helpless.

"You can't treat the elves like this. They also provide you with extra meals in the lounge every day. They just make a little novelty every now and then. Do you know how much your criticism of them will hurt them? "

Until now, Hermione still hasn't given up seeking some treatment benefits for this kind of humanoid creature. She firmly believes that no creature exists for the purpose of being enslaved.

Of course, from the rabbi's increasingly terrified eyes, we can know that the little lion's efforts have not gone in the right direction.

"Yes, yes," Faith saw that Hermione was about to start her equal rights theory again, and quickly interrupted the other party, "I know, I'm just complaining to you, and it's impossible to really trouble them .”

"That's good," Hermione nodded in satisfaction, she narrowed her eyes suddenly, and said with some uncertainty, "Is that Harry and Malfoy?"

Two groups of people in red robes and green robes stood in the distant courtyard, and they seemed to be talking tit for tat.

"Well, it seems that the Quidditch teams of Gryffindor and Slytherin are in conflict again." Faith also tiptoed to take a look, she said to the other side with certainty.

"Let's go and have a look..." Hermione frowned and bit her lower lip lightly. She took Faise's hand and ran towards the crowd.

"Wow." After getting closer, Faise saw all the Nimbus 2001s in the hands of the Slytherin players. "That's a lot of money, and Professor Snape is really willing."

"What happened, Harry?" The first thing Hermione noticed was the tall blond boy opposite, and she asked Harry who was confronting him.

"Malfoy's father sent some presents to their team, and he became Slytherin's Seeker." Harry's expression was somewhat disdainful, and the word 'and' was emphasized in his words.

Obviously, everyone present knew that the reason why the other party was able to wear the team uniform was undoubtedly the effect of this gift.

Malfoy didn't understand Harry's implication, instead he put on a very honorable look, sneered and looked at Faith, "Orest, is the broom in your hand used for cleaning, but you It's just a backup who can't play, and it's quite suitable for you."

Faith thought it was a cloud of air that was clamoring. In fact, although she was also a little annoyed by Malfoy's hypocrisy, responding to his provocation would not make her rich.

Sigh... If only Malfoy was a mob in the game, the kind that would drop gold coins if you beat him up.

Faith sighed in her heart with some regret.

But she can't care, Hermione next to Faise can't ignore this kind of provocation, Miss Xueba's brain puts the words of counterattack to her lips in an instant.

"It seems that the Slytherin team weighed your hindrance in the team and can offset the value of the pile of brooms sent by your father before letting you into the team?"

Malfoy frowned, and it took him a few seconds to realize that the other party was scolding him for spending money to get into the team.

The sound of his teammates coughing to cover up their laughter could be heard in his ears, and Malfoy's pale skin like a vampire turned red from embarrassment.

He strode up to Hermione, poked the front end of the broom on Hermione's shoulder, with contempt in his eyes, "No one asks you to express your opinion, you stinky Mudblood."

Faith's brows were furrowed, she opened the opponent's broom with one hand, and reached into her robe with the other, "Take back what you said, Malfoy."

"What's the matter?" The boy's face was indifferent, he shrugged nonchalantly, "I almost couldn't breathe after this mudblood spoke, I don't know how you can bear to stay with her, oh, Maybe it's because of the sour smell on your body that you can't smell it."

After he finished speaking, he even had room to turn his head around and sneered mockingly with the Slytherin players behind him.

Her chest was heaving violently, Faith felt that she was so angry that she even had a little tinnitus, her hand was pulled out of her robe suddenly, and the black magic wand drew lingering marks in the air.

"Locklock/Langlock/"

The ear-piercing laughter that echoed in the air was instantly silenced, and the Slytherin players covered their mouths in unison, their palates and tongues were glued together by spells, and they were completely speechless.

The Gryffindor players replaced them with smug laughter, and even Hermione behind Faise couldn't help curling her mouth when she saw the funny look of them jumping around in a hurry.

"Although I want to persuade myself not to care about these brainless bastards," Feys wiped the flushed eye sockets with her fingertips in distress, "but they always seem to be able to find my bottom line and step on it recklessly."

Hermione held the other's hand, shook her head silently, her eyes were a little crystal clear, but because of being in front of others, she never let that grievance come out, "I'm fine..."

Faise spoke hesitantly, just about to say a few more words of comfort to the other party.

"What are you arguing about?" A deep male voice suddenly broke the lively atmosphere, freezing the space instantly.

"Hmm!" Malfoy walked over anxiously as soon as he saw the person, first pointing to Harry and Faith and then to his own throat, "Hmm!"

"Get out of the way," Snape impatiently pushed away Malfoy, who was whining in front of him, and gave him a warning look. "As Slytherin students, you are so ashamed..."

Disgusted by his snake king, Malfoy had to step aside, his chin resting on his chest, staring fiercely at Faith.

Snape walked slowly in front of Faith, the professor who was dressed in pitch black seemed to be covered by dark clouds covering the sun, his eyes as deep as ink were fixed on those stubborn eyes.

Faith protected Hermione behind her, she clenched the wand in her hand, wanted to speak several times but didn't know what to say,

"Put away your wand," Snape said in a disdainful voice, "never show your needless aggression in front of a wizard whose ability is far superior to yours."

After speaking, he raised his robe, "Come with me, Orest."

"Face?" Hermione grabbed the other's robe anxiously, she kept shaking her head, "You can't go with him..."

"It's okay, Hermione," Faith patted the back of the other's hand reassuringly, and she looked directly into the other's eyes and said softly, "If I don't come back until the evening, you can tell Professor Sprout about this matter." Is everything okay?"

Seeing the little lion hesitate for a long time, she nodded and let go of her hand. Faise patted the other's head, "Don't worry, I have to come back and write you a greeting card..."

"What about people?"

Professor Snape's iconic voice came over, and Faise finally gave Hermione a comforting look, and hurriedly followed her away.

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I finally added more updates until there is only the last chapter left!

Since I promised my mother last night that I have to clean up my nest, otherwise she will drive me out of the house with people and computers, so the last update will be tomorrow night

Cleaning up tonight!

Chapter 96 Old knowledge

Under the dim candlelight, there were shelves full of various bottles and cans in the originally fairly spacious office. Snape strode in, followed by a seemingly well-behaved little tail with its head down.

If you work in a place like this, you will have a nervous breakdown within a few days...

Faise only dared to raise her head and briefly glanced at the layout of the office. Fortunately, the door was not locked when the other party entered, leaving a way for her to escape.

Snape sat on the office chair, observing the girl in front of him with an unfathomable expression. The end of his black cloak hung down to the floor. Under the light, he looked like a bat looking for prey.

Before the other party opened her mouth, Faise kept staring at the tip of her leather shoes. Although she didn't know what Professor Snape would do to her, she was prepared to fight back anyway.

Professor Sprout was notorious for his protection, not to mention that Professor Snape was also a Potions teacher - no pharmacist would want to offend someone who cultivated herbs.

There is a high probability that I will not be expelled, but some punishment is inevitable.

This silent situation lasted for a long time. With nothing to do, Faise even began to conceive of what to write on Hermione's greeting card.

"That spell," Snape said suddenly, and the deep voice of the other party made Faise unable to hear the emotion, "where did you learn that spell?"

"Ah, what spell?"

Faith was thinking about whether to write down the timeline of the two of them from the time they met to the present, so as to fill up the 9-inch 'task' requirements, she raised her head a little confused.

"It's the spell you used on Draco." A little displeasure appeared between Snape's brows. He knew that the girl in front of him was not an idiot, and it was impossible for him not to understand such a simple question.

Then there was only one explanation left - she actually lost her mind while talking to herself.

"Oh, that spell," Faith was also keenly aware of the other party's dissatisfaction, she rubbed her robe nervously, "I saw that in my father's notes, is there anything wrong with it, Professor?"

Snape didn't respond to her right away, but lowered his head in thought for a moment, and then said again, "That's a curse that hasn't been recorded in official books. I don't understand why you want to learn it."

"Hmm...Father likes to record some spells and uses, maybe he extracted them from nowhere,"

Faith was stared at by those stern black eyes, she couldn't utter a word of her prepared sophistry, and finally she could only honestly say, "I'm so angry to hear Malfoy call Hermione 'Mudblood', So I want to use it to teach them a lesson. I started to practice this spell because my roommate would talk in my sleep at night, and I wanted to see if I could use this to help her heal."

Hearing this, Snape's eyes showed some disbelief, and he put his hand on his chin, as if weighing the credibility of the other party's words.

"It's true," Faith waved her hands anxiously, "Papa didn't state that it was a curse, he just said it was a very genius idea that can make people shut their mouths honestly."

"After I successfully used the spell, I realized that it was by sticking my tongue and palate..."

The more she explained, the lower her voice became, and finally she stood there with her head down, waiting for the other party to announce her judgment.

"If I were you, I wouldn't try a spell of unknown effect on my roommate," Snape's voice was still flat, "You might make her unable to open her mouth for the rest of her life."

"But the effect of that spell is only..."

The other party interrupted her speech, "It's only two days at most, and it depends on the consciousness of the caster and the level of magic of the caster."

"Why do you know about this?"

Faith asked curiously. In fact, she didn't even know the maximum duration of the spell—Tasila's 'shut up' effect only lasted until noon that day.

"Because it's a spell I invented when I was a student,"

Snape's words made Faise's eyes widen in an instant, and she looked at him in confusion, wondering how the spell he invented was recorded in the notes by her father.

As if seeing through the doubt in Faith's eyes, Snape continued to explain, "I demonstrated this spell in front of your father once, and he acted disapprovingly at the time, and now it seems that he didn't take it to heart at all. go."

The other party's tone was gloomy, and Faise couldn't guess the relationship between her father and the professor in the past. She could only tentatively say, "Dad only records spells that he thinks are valuable in his notes. He, he may admire you very much. Just didn't say it."

"Admiration?" Snape sneered all of a sudden, he looked at the girl in front of him, "If Apetos heard this, he might be so angry that he would crawl out of the coffin and beat us up .”

The girl in front of her had little in common with her former friend in terms of body and temperament, but when she cast a spell today, Snape seemed to see the former protective figure.

"Oh……"

Faith sighed silently in her heart, the professor's psychology is really hard to guess, but judging from the name he used to call his father, it should be at least a familiar person.

Just don't be an enemy who looks at each other and hates each other.

"Professor, since I have explained everything clearly, can I?"

Even though she knew that the other party had a close relationship with her father, Faise still expressed her indifference to being in the same room with Snape.

Snape looked up at Faise, and said in a still calm voice, "You don't think I'll forget about you sealing up the students of my academy just because of that."

"Well... Then, do you have any plans to invent a counter-curse for your spell at that time?" Feyse could only respond helplessly when her escape plan was interrupted.