Hufflepuff never works overtime

"I want those guys to know how famous I am at Hogwarts, and it will be a pity for the Headless Hunters to refuse me!" Sir Nicholas hummed an unknown tune and left up.

Time passed day by day, and the arrival of October was accompanied by continuous rain and erratic temperature, which made Faise, who needed to train outdoors, very distressed.

"This wet feeling is really annoying. I feel like the team uniform that is full of water can weigh a ton." Daisy took off her muddy cloak with some disgust, rolled it up and put it aside, ready to I'll leave it to the elves later.

"Every day I worry about whether the wand will get moldy or not." After quickly casting a cleansing spell on herself, she changed into a clean school uniform from the cabinet. But he shouldn't be nagging you for so long just because you conceded two goals in practice."

Faise on the side was still struggling with her complicated protective measures, her long blond hair was drooping around her body, and she didn't have the time to manage it.

"No way, those two goals really shouldn't be scored," Faith took off the goggles from her face, and the rain mixed with water vapor flowed down her cheeks, "But I'm already like this, I can see clearly There are ghosts..."

"Well, what?" Daisy was combing her hair, and when she looked up, she saw the other party's lenses covered in fog. The two lenses were so white that it was impossible to tell where the eyes were, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha You are indeed miserable enough."

"Next time, I have to ask Senior Leviathan how they deal with this situation. I feel that the senior seniors seem not to be affected by the rain at all..."

Faith didn't have time to deal with the foggy glasses, she had to quickly change out of her soaked clothes.

Since she had just finished a high-intensity exercise—for her, now she suddenly stopped and was blown by the cold wind, Faise felt that her body was shivering uncontrollably.

"Maybe they have cast water and fire inviolability spells on their bodies?" Daisy guessed uncertainly, "Really, if there are any convenient measures and spells, can you tell us too, so that we can fly So hard..."

"Ah... um."

Faith's flustered voice came from the side, and Daisy turned her head to see the funny look on the other side.

Because the team uniform that was close to her body was wet, Faise's head was helplessly stuck on the neckline, and she raised her hands high, struggling in mid-air, trying to take off the uniform all at once.

"Can't you take it off one by one..." Daisy couldn't hold back in the end, and stepped forward to help grab her together, saving the other party from the bondage.

"Thanks, Daisy." Faith said gratefully as she got out of her clothes just now, and there were even traces of buttons on her face.

Seeing the other party trying to free her wand from the wet clothes, Daisy couldn't help joking, "Face, has someone told you that you can easily seduce others' desire to take care of you?"

"Well?"

Only a thin shirt was left, and Faith stroked her hairstyle blown into the Lion King. She glanced at the other party with some puzzlement, "No... I think I am quite self-reliant, and Hermione kept saying Wish I could rely on her a little more."

"Really..." Seeing the other party dehumidify the clothes and body while sneezing, Daisy threw the towel on Faith's head, "Be careful not to catch a cold, there will be a Halloween party tomorrow, I heard there will be something wrong." Less delicious."

"Ah sneeze!"

Faith sniffed her nose, and sighed helplessly, "Anyway, I can't count on the Halloween party, but colds are really annoying..."

It's a pity that sickness is something that can't be hated or liked. It's like a relative who visits suddenly at an inappropriate time during the holidays.

Halloween happened to be Saturday, and there was no Quidditch training in the morning, so Faise chose to stay in the warm bed until the hour hand pointed to two digits, and then slowly got up.

Although she had gone to bed very early the day before, she still felt dizzy in her head, and the shortness of breath caused by her nasal congestion tormented her all night.

"Good morning……"

In order to avoid missing the death anniversary dinner tonight, Faise purposely added an extra layer of clothes to her school uniform. Although it would make her look a little bloated, fortunately the loose wizard robe covered up this shortcoming.

"Oh, your nasal voice is so heavy, do you have a cold?"

Tarsila crawled over from the bed with some worry, and tested the other person's forehead with the back of her hand, but it didn't feel hot, "Can you still go to the Deathday Dinner at this night? If not, I'll tell Hermione, you will be here today." Lie down and rest well..."

"It's fine, as long as you're not afraid that I'll infect you..."

Upon hearing this, Tarsila immediately puffed up her chest and said proudly, "There's nothing to be afraid of. To tell you the truth, I haven't had a single infectious disease since I was a child! It's an inexplicable accidental injury." There are a lot of injuries and falls..."

"After all, the human panel is all about balance. Your IQ and luck are so low, probably because the points are all allocated to physical fitness..." Miriam complained silently from the side.

"What IQ? You're babbling about things I don't understand again..." Although Tarsila couldn't understand what the other party was saying, she was sure that it was definitely not a good thing. She waved her fist slightly threateningly.

"Um... Ahh!" Faith sniffed her nose and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you have any medicine to make my nose and throat feel better?"

Hearing the other party's overly mature voice overnight, Miriam said a little unaccustomed, "It seems that many people in school have caught a cold recently, why don't you ask Madam Pomfrey for a refreshment later, it is said that It still works.”

"Do you need me to accompany you now?" Tarsila raised her hand high.

"It's okay, I kind of want to drink some hot food first, I'll ask Madam Pomfrey after I finish eating, she should have a good solution."

In order to take care of Faith, whose limbs were weak and her gait was unstable, Tarsila and Miriam sandwiched each other from left to right, and brought her into the auditorium almost as an escort.

After walking a long way, Faise felt that her back was sweating profusely, so she obediently sat on the bench.

Miriam brought her a bowl of hot pumpkin porridge, and she sipped it slowly with a spoon.

"Tarsila, go to the Gryffindor common room and call Hermione over." Milian poked the person next to him who was idly making ketchup with French fries, and signaled him to run.

"What are you calling her for? We can also take care of Faise...we are her roommates?" Tarsila secretly put a marshmallow into Faise's bowl, she raised her head and responded in a puzzled manner. .

But she only got Miriam's supercilious look, "If you tell me to go, go, why are there so many words!"

"Okay... listen to you." The black-haired girl stepped out of the bench helplessly, and left the auditorium with a trot.

------------

The author's words:

In order to be able to make a reasonable post tomorrow, I worked very hard!

Chapter 100 Cold

When she was sick, all the body's reactions became much slower. The sweet porridge was swallowed down her aching throat, bringing warmth to her cold limbs, and Faith could see the white mist she exhaled quickly dissipate in the air. among.

Although the sweet porridge brought some comfort to the tongue and stomach, the tingling sensation became more and more obvious when swallowing, making the action of putting the spoon into the mouth always with a little hesitation.

As if a small thorn was stuck in her throat, Faith couldn't help but frowned. She carefully covered her mouth with her hands and opened it slightly, and tentatively licked her throat with her tongue, but nothing except tearing The pain could not find anything.

Faith lowered her shoulders in frustration. Although the pumpkin porridge in the bowl looked tempting, she couldn't smell its sweet taste, and when she swallowed it, she would repeatedly torment her throat.

Cold, really annoying...

The surrounding environment had been quiet for quite a while, and then Faise raised her head with awareness, and found the vacant seat on the opposite side, and she looked around in puzzlement.

"Why is Tarsila missing?"

"I asked her to go find Hermione. I don't feel relieved if you don't inform her like this." Milian looked at the spoon that the other party had put down after drinking less than half a bowl, and asked worriedly, "No Would you like some more drink?"

"Hmm..." Faith nodded, she didn't come to eat because she was hungry, she just didn't want to drink a cup of bitter potion when she woke up, so she put some food first.

Different from the more natural way of getting along with each other on weekdays, Faise could clearly feel the other party's eyes fixed on her body, and she pounded the bowl with a spoon uncomfortably.

"Actually, you don't need to call Hermione, she will definitely be very worried when she finds out..."

Faise also couldn't explain her strange psychology clearly. On the one hand, she didn't want others to keep paying attention to her with pity. Such exaggerated behavior would make her feel worse than a cold.

But on the other hand, she really wanted to see Hermione right away, hear her concerned voice, and complain to her about the recent nasty weather, the difficult Quidditch training and the banquet that belonged to ghosts tonight.

Of course, in the absence of other people.

Her drowsy little head did not allow Faise to think too much. Between the discomfort of being greeted and cared for by Hermione, she finally chose to sit here obediently, waiting for her to come over.

After losing the external heat source, Faise felt that her newly warmed limbs began to cool again. She retracted her hands into her cloak and sandwiched them between her legs, and her eyes, which were as clear as lakes in the past, were clouded. Mist, blonde hair also covered her side face with her drooping head.

Every time I take a breath, I can feel the hot air in my mouth being exhaled, and the white mist keeps appearing on the lens and then fades away.

Faith began to think about some messy things uncontrollably—I don't know how Hermione arranged Mercury's cage, what presents could she receive for her birthday this Christmas?

She even started to fantasize about the bright red Quaffle rushing towards her, and she could throw it away if she turned sideways.

From time to time, Faise would aim at the door out of the corner of her eye, and every time she was disappointed, the unobtrusive figure on the bench would shrink down a little bit.

So slow, Hermione...

Finally, eager footsteps and panting sounds came from her ears, and Faise felt that if she had a pair of long ears like rabbits, she would have pricked them up uncontrollably by now.

But fortunately, her ears would not easily reveal her inner thoughts. She pretended not to notice the arrival of the other party, and still lowered her head silently, observing what the other party was doing through the gap in her hair.

Hermione was whispering something to Miriam and Tarsila, but even though she tried her best to listen, she couldn't make out what they were talking about. Faith's fingers were anxiously picking at her stockings.

What are they talking about?Why isn't Hermione here yet...

Fortunately, the other party didn't make her wait too long. When the familiar leather shoe appeared at her feet, Faise suddenly felt very afraid of hearing the other party's exaggerated concern.

She suddenly stretched out her hand from the cloak, and gently grabbed Hermione's sleeve—there was still a lingering chill on the cloak because the other party came in a hurry, "I'm fine, I'll ask Pon later." Mrs. Frey will ask for some medicine."

After speaking, he showed a silly smile, but he didn't know that his eyes were almost out of focus.

Hermione will believe her words are just a ghost, the other party's pale face has a strange flush, and there are red marks under the nose caused by repeated wiping, just like Faise, even if she doesn't have a fever, she is already close to having a fever Far.

Although I was annoyed at the other party and tossed my body when I didn't know it, I still feel distressed more.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

Hermione's body temperature was the same as the feeling she gave to others. When the hot palm was pressed against her cold forehead, Faise's brain was already a mess, and she couldn't move at all.

"Hmm... my nose hurts, I feel so cold, and my head hurts..."

Although her rationality tried to remind herself that her two roommates were still watching, her instinct still drove Faise to move towards the heat source beside her.

Her body seemed to lean against Hermione's body bonelessly, and her curled limbs slowly unfolded. With the other's hand as a support, she could find a position she wanted at will, just like acting like a baby with her mother when she was sick when she was a child.

The golden head rubbed around her body, and Hermione could feel the hot breath from the other party hit her neck, and her skin that was blown seemed to be scalded, and it was blushing.

"Hermione...I really want to eat potato chips," Faith complained softly as she spoke irrational words in a soft and waxy voice, "but my throat hurts, and my saliva hurts..."

"When you recover from your cold, I'll ask Mercury to bring you all kinds of flavors to school."

Telling an impossible lie in a coaxing tone—when the other party recovers from a cold, they will only have liquid food three times a day—Hermione rewrapped Faise's loose cloak, and poked around The opponent's hand was, as expected, cold.

"Can you still walk, Faith?"

Hermione thought it best not to procrastinate any longer, and to go to the infirmary earlier so that Faise would not suffer so much.

She straightened up a little, letting the other side put her weight on her as much as possible, and motioned to Tarsila and Miriam opposite to come and help her—moving Faith's legs out of the bench.

But before the two of them figured out how to move her out, Faise took the initiative to step out from the bench. She even refused the support of several people, and after standing up, she wanted to go out of the auditorium on her own.

"I'm fine, don't surround me like this..."

------------

The author's words:

Thank you for the love of another big brother, tonight's Valentine's Day will be added~

Then post!

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

Faith's stubbornness didn't last long—it was the first time she felt that the distance from the auditorium to the infirmary was so long that she had to rely on the help of Hermione and Tarsila to ensure that her legs wouldn't hurt. In case of knot or limp, 'walk' into the infirmary.

In the past, except for the Quidditch players and a few mischievous ghosts, the hospital bed was rarely visited by anyone. Now, almost every student is lying or sitting. Some of them look better and are talking with other sober students. Lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, but without exception, white smoke would come out of their heads and ears from time to time.

"This reminds me of a weird movie scene." Seeing this scene, Miriam couldn't help complaining, but only got puzzled looks from the other two, she immediately shook her head, "It's okay, you must all I haven't read it, but unfortunately, if Faise is awake, she should know what I'm talking about."

"Hey, here comes another one, let this child sit on the bed," Madam Pomfrey hurriedly came to the three of them, she just glanced at it, and knew that the girl in front of her must have a high fever, "You guys Did all three come to accompany her?"

"Yes ma'am, is she seriously ill?" Hermione was the first to speak, she felt oppressed by the anxious expression on the other side's face, she held Faise's hand even harder, and the confused person in her arms was still unclear. So there was a "Huh?"

"As long as you come to my place, you'll be fine. You three can only stay with one person in bed." Madam Pomfrey pinched her brows wearily—she hadn't calmed down for several days. , looking around the infirmary that was almost full, she let the two boys who were already awake sit together, leaving an empty seat for Faith.

"Then I'll take Tarsila back first, Hermione, and Faith will leave it to you." Milian grabbed Tarsila's hand and pulled her away consciously.

"Why are you so impatient? If you want to go back, go back by yourself," Tarsila stared at the other party speechlessly. She began to suspect that the reason why Milian called Hermione was because she didn't want to take care of Faith or was afraid of being bullied. Contagion, "How could you leave her here alone!"

"I can't tell you clearly now, but I can guarantee that keeping Hermione is more useful than keeping you!" Milian helplessly covered her forehead, and without any explanation, she grabbed the hand of Tarsila who still wanted to argue. Back collar, she still didn't forget to wink at Hermione before leaving, "Take good care of her, we won't get in the way here."

"Well, you should also pay attention to your body."

Although Hermione didn't quite understand the other party's hint, it was obviously impossible for her to leave at such a time. Miriam was able to offer herself, which also helped her a lot.

After Madam Pomfrey persuaded the other two girls to leave some room for consultation, she first brushed away Faise's long hair covering her face with her hands, briefly checked the other party's reaction, and then turned to Hermione and asked: Asked, "Did she still have a clear consciousness before she came?"

Before Hermione could even open her mouth, the blond girl who was half leaning against her suddenly replied, "Yeah."

Madam Pomfrey froze for a moment, she thought the other party must have been speechless.

"Hermione, Hermione..."

Faith held her hand and shook it slightly, Hermione quickly looked at the other party, and asked softly, "What's the matter, Faise? Is there something wrong?"

"I don't have my medical card and money... I have to give it to the doctor, Rabbi, call the Rabbi." Faise suddenly struggled to get Hermione's hand away, and she fumbled around in her pockets, a little muttered in a panic.

In order to prevent the other party from continuing to make unnecessary efforts, Hermione immediately held Faise's hand with her hands, her palms with different temperatures stuck together, and her fingers clasped tightly.

While combing the long hair behind the other party, she said in the gentlest tone she could, "It's okay, Faise, Madam Pomfrey doesn't need things for you to see a doctor, just stay obediently, okay?"