Hufflepuff never works overtime

"All my spells have corresponding counter-spells," Snape frowned, with a slightly disgusted expression on his face, "but in this matter, they deserve some punishment."

Noticing the somewhat surprised look in Faith's eyes, he purposely added, "A group of Slytherin students lost the ability to resist in the face of a Hufflepuff. They should reflect on their own behavior during the few days when they shut up. Incompetent."

"As for you..."

Professor Snape glanced around his office, "If you don't want your college to lose 50 points, help me sort out the potions and materials in the office, remember,"

"If any of them are missing, I'll take you as a questioner!"

He raised his hand and waved impatiently, "Now, go back to where you should be."

"Good professor..."

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The author's words:

It's really hard to get Sijiao to recognize each other without collapsing his personality...

There is another one tonight!

Chapter 97

"Huh... come back to life."

As soon as she walked out of Snape's office, Faise stretched her waist a lot, and there was a smile of escape on her tense face.

If she could, she even wanted to make a strange face at the dark door that was closed behind her.

However, considering that Professor Snape has been studying spells since he was a student, maybe he has invented some see-through function and is monitoring his every move.

Thinking of this, Faith froze her arms that were raised high above her head, for fear that the voice from the abyss would come to her ears again.

Then I will definitely be scared to have a heart attack.

Alas... If only Professor Snape was as stupid as Professor Lockhart, so that his 'repercussion' could have one more target.

Faith obediently took her hand back, and she walked lightly through the corridor in the basement and up the stairs to the first floor.

The bright sunlight in the corridor on the first floor came in through the hollowed-out glass windows. Faith glanced at her watch. She only stayed in Professor Snape's office for less than an hour, but it made her feel as if she had been in another world.

Is this... what it's like to be called out of a conversation by a teacher?

As a very well-behaved normal child since she was a child, Faith naturally has an instinctive resistance to being one-on-one with the teacher, which is something that many little wizards don’t have—obviously, they don’t need to go through Muggle elementary school. temper.

She was still savoring the taste of "the rest of her life" when suddenly there was the sound of hurried leather shoes colliding with the stone floor from the other end of the corridor.

Faith's eyes burst into a little smile, and she turned around to face the figure rushing towards her.

This is another special skill that belongs to Muggle children - you can hear the footsteps of your mother or teacher from a long distance. After entering Hogwarts, Faith found that she could not only distinguish Miss Lion's, You can also tell the difference between the two roommates.

When she showed this ability for the first time in the dormitory, Miriam was extremely curious about it.

Faith explained a little for her—her steps would sound a bit sluggish, and Tarsila looked like an energetic dance-floor competitor all the time.

As for the quick and even footsteps...

Being bumped into the arms by the soft Miss Granger, Faise skillfully took half a step back to remove the impact from her body, preventing them from falling to the ground together.

Alas...it's a pity, if only the Quaffle could be thrown into her arms obediently like Hermione, then she wouldn't be so embarrassed by being smashed all the time.

"Oh my god...it's a good thing you're fine," Faise could clearly feel the other party's fear from the strength of her being imprisoned.

"Snape didn't do anything to you, did he? Did he call you names or make things difficult for you? My God... do you know how worried I was when you were taken away? Those Slytherins went to the school hospital , but Madam Pomfrey can't undo your spell, she said that she can only wait for the spell to wear off tomorrow, what exactly did you use on them?"

Faith patted Hermione's back reassuringly. She felt that her ribs were squeezed and aching, while the other party continued to talk about the follow-up things like a machine gun.

After the misunderstanding was resolved last semester, the word professor that Professor Snape managed to find in Hermione's mind was discarded again.

"Don't get excited Hermione, I'll tell you the whole thing, but you have to let me go first..."

After receiving a guilty apology from the other party, Faise deliberately made a joke in order to ease her solemn expression, "It feels like your strength is getting stronger and stronger. Did you get exercised by staying with Potter and the others?"

Hermione ignored the other's witty words, she still looked uneasy, and her brown eyes were filled with urging.

"Okay, I was indeed captured into the office by Professor Snape just now, but it was not as heroic as you imagined..."

Faise demonstrated to the other party the conversations in the office intact, many of which were mixed with some of her small dissatisfaction with Snape's bad attitude.

"So I just need to help him tidy up his office later. Look, compared to Malfoy who can't even eat or talk these two days, isn't my treatment much better?"

"What if Malfoy goes to complain to his father..." Hermione still bit her lip worriedly, "I met his father at the Lihen Bookstore during the summer vacation, and I felt that he was a very mean person. "

As if she could see the little lion's drooping ears and tail, Faith seemed very optimistic about it, "Isn't that what our fearless Miss Granger would say? Back then you went to deal with three When I was the first dog, I didn't worry about what to do afterwards, so could Malfoy's father be scarier than the three-headed dog?"

"How can they compare with each other..." Hermione looked at the other party's disapproving expression, shook Faise's shoulder and said anxiously, "Malfoy's father is the head of the school, he will expel you!"

"The three-headed dog will eat you..."

Faith grumbled helplessly, but seeing Hermione almost jumping in a hurry, she still patiently analyzed with the other party, "If Malfoy hates someone, his father will fire that person, so Potter and Wes Lai has been expelled from school a long time ago. And with their arrogant appearance, they really have so much power, this place has long been the world of their purebreds."

Having said that, Faith shook her head involuntarily, "Next time I see Astoria, I will give her a good compliment, as a child who grew up in the same environment, it is not easy for her to maintain her rationality. "

Hermione pursed her lips and thought about what the other person said, and finally squeezed Faise's hand tightly, "You will be fine, right? You promise..."

Faith froze for a moment, thinking that she hadn't explained clearly enough, but when she saw the stubborn look in the little lion's eyes, she nodded obediently, "I promise."

"That's good," Hermione patted her small satchel, and the serious expression finally faded from her immature face.

"Let's go, Harry has to help Professor Lockhart after training today, and Ron is cleaning the trophy in the showroom. I hope we can get a place in the library now."

Faise hurriedly followed the other party's pace. She tapped her lower back, which was a little sore from standing for an hour, "For the sake of my bravery today, can you postpone the greeting card for a few days?"

"Hmm..." Hermione tilted her head and pretended to think about it, then replied with a smile, "No!"

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The author's words:

finally!Now I'm a free man with no debts~

After the so-called storm, there must be stickers, Ron’s slug should not appear on the stage, it’s a bit embarrassing (°ー°〃)

The timeline of the Chamber of Secrets may be biased towards the original novel, because there are a lot of spiders in this movie, and the author... hates spiders very much!

There is no way to watch the rest of the movie. On average, the heart will suffer a critical blow every few minutes.

Chapter 98 Invitation

On Monday morning, sleeping soundly in the quilt until the footsteps of two roommates outside the box ping-pong, Faise sat up with difficulty, and casually stroked the messy blond hair on her forehead, while Xixiu was still asleep. Yang eight forks.

I'm so sleepy... Today's first session is History of Magic, I really want to skip class.

Thinking so much in her heart, her eyelids seemed to become heavy again, and her shoulders exposed outside the quilt also felt the slight chill in the air.

In order not to let herself shrink back, Faith sat on the bed blankly, wrapped her body in the shape of a chestnut cake with a quilt, and the culprit who caused her to stay up late at the bedside——read through the few books she brought from home countless times The manga - also slipped to the ground amidst the noise.

The soft pillow stretched out its invisible hand, trying to gently bring the believer's head back to the bed. After struggling for a moment, Faise finally chose to obey with a peaceful expression.

I'll wake up after another 10 minutes of sleep.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of violent hammering exploded in my ears, and Tarsila's iconic voice sounded together, "Hurry up, Feiss! Otherwise, you won't have time to eat lunch!"

The water-green eyes opened suddenly, and her heart protested fiercely. She didn't know how long she would sleep again, but this time she was obviously much more awake.

Sonny tucked his head expertly into the side of the pillow to keep the noise from getting into his ears - if it had one.

After the three of them finished cleaning, they hurried to the entrance of the auditorium, and just bumped into the Gryffindor trio who had finished their meal.

Hermione looked at someone with two big dark circles on her fair skin and shook her head helplessly. She was still holding it in case the other person really didn't come to lunch in time - after all, this happened too. More than once or twice—a meal for Fay Ribbon.

"Harry, Ron, you go first, anyway, I don't want to go back to the dormitory at noon, so I just stayed and chatted with them about the anniversary dinner."

The two boys nodded, and Harry gave Hermione a cheering gesture, said hello, and left one after another.

By the time they were seated at the Hufflepuff table, there was not much left to choose from for the main meal, which was a big deal for Faith, allowing her to have more dessert for good reason.

"So, what is the death anniversary dinner?"

Tarsila stuffed a piece of beef ribs into her mouth, and her cheeks were stretched round at once. She looked at Hermione curiously, and asked vaguely.

Although the other party's eating habits are so uninhibited, it is obvious that the other three people at the table have already gotten used to it. According to her own statement, it is because she must strictly practice "no talking when eating, no talking when sleeping" under the watchful eyes of her old stubborn family Provisions.

As a result, as soon as she returned to school, her ready-to-go rebellious psychology would make her eat and sleep without talking about anything, and she felt very uncomfortable.

"Harry was invited last night by Sir Nicholas, our Gryffindor house ghost, to attend his [-]th anniversary dinner."

"That sounds cool!" Tarsila's eyes were as bright as the fork in her hand. "Can we go together?"

"Of course," Hermione nodded hastily when she saw the other party's excited expression, "but there is one small problem..."

"What's the problem?" Miriam always felt that she smelled an ominous smell, and her intuition told her that it would be better to stay away from this banquet. Of course, this was also inseparable from her fear of ghosts.

"The death anniversary dinner coincides with the school's Halloween party." Hermione glanced carefully at Faith, and saw the frowning of the other party as expected. "Are you interested?"

"Choose one..." Tarsila touched her chin with her hand, pretending to be in deep thought for less than a second, then slapped the table decisively and said, "Of course I'm going to the Deathday Party, and I can spend Halloween with ghosts, How cool is that, isn't it Miriam?"

The red-haired girl just concentrated on eating her pasta, and didn't even bother to give the other party an extra look. Tarsila obviously knew that she hated ghosts, so she wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

"That is to go to Tarsila, not to Miriam," Hermione looked at the person sitting beside her with somewhat expectant eyes, "Face, what about you?"

Feisi, who was secretly picking out the green peppers on the bread, shook her hands, with a slightly embarrassed expression on her face, "I..."

The death day party sounds very serious and boring. I have already missed a Hogwarts feast last year. Do I have to...

"If you don't want to, you can go with me and Tarsila, it's okay..."

Hermione's expression seemed a bit disappointed, but she could also understand Faise's resistance, after all, the other party was already very uncomfortable getting along with strangers, let alone strangers.

"Why is your tone so casual! Wouldn't it be nice to have me with you, won't you get tired of sticking together every day?"

Tarsila pursed her lips, and the knife in her hand sliced ​​hard at the ribs on the plate, as if it was an object of venting.

Miriam next to her immediately showed an unbearable expression. She grabbed the other's wrist and threatened with a warning face, "If you make such a sound that kills me again, I will get tired of you first, you Believe it or not!"

Regardless of how the two people on the opposite side were arguing, under the disappointed expression of the little lion, Faise was unable to say no in the end, "Let me think about it first..."

She could only hint secretly, "We missed the Halloween dinner last year. There were a lot of delicious food. This year, there is news that Principal Dumbledore will invite the Skeleton Dance Troupe to perform. Don't you want to see it?"

Hearing this news, Hermione's expression also became a little regretful, "It's a pity that Harry has helped me and Ron agree to attend the death anniversary dinner, but it is said that Sir Nicholas also invited many 'famous people' he knew—— Of course they must all be ghosts now."

Noticing that Faith didn't seem to be tempted, she added a little chip again, "Think about it, you've almost read all the desserts at Hogwarts, and the elves in the kitchen have long been worried about you." With a bald head, no matter how rich the Halloween dinner this year is, it will not be any different from the usual one."

Hermione almost searched all the desserts imaginable in her mind, and picked out the ones that could arouse the other party's interest, "Those ghosts come from all over the world, and they may bring some delicious food that you can't imagine Woolen cloth!"

"That sounds good?"

Although she looked moved, Faith murmured in her heart, ghosts can't eat, so they are not ghosts if they can cook any delicious food!

But because the little lion is so serious about persuading him, it doesn't matter if she gives up a big meal to accompany him.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Yeah!" Hermione wrapped her arms around the opponent's neck, shaking Faise's body excitedly, so that a few pieces of ham fell out of the uneaten bread in the opponent's hand.

Seeing this scene, Tarsila narrowed her eyes silently, and complained to Miriam who was aggrieved, "They really think I don't exist, right?"

"Who knows, enjoy your death anniversary dinner!"

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The author's words:

I can write for a whole day just writing about their chatting, it's like a cross talk between four people...

Chapter 99 Cold

When Sir Nicholas learned that there would be two Hufflepuff girls coming to his death anniversary dinner, he showed great enthusiasm, which is not difficult to see from the excited tone of the other party and the continuous opening and closing wounds.

His only request is that if they see a headless ghost at the banquet, they can show full fear of themselves, even if it's fake, it doesn't matter.

It's just an easy request, especially from girls--who don't mind faking timidity for the sake of their friendship and love when necessary.

After Faith and Tarsila both nodded in agreement, the Gryffindor ghost greeted them with gusto.