Hufflepuff never works overtime

"Does this need me to explain?"

Zacharias looked around, and he felt obliged to reveal the true intentions of the opposite 'spy', "Who in our grade doesn't know that Hermione Granger and Harry Potter are together , Yesterday he ordered the snake to attack Justin with a Parseltongue, and he hasn't given an explanation yet, so it's not good for you to bring his accomplice here today..."

Noticing that more people were casting suspicious eyes on Hermione, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Zacharias' mouth. He felt that he had completely seen through the other party's dirty plan, "Who knows if she was sent by Potter to find her?" What about the target's undercover agent? For everyone's safety, it's better for you to drive her away."

"Are you finished?"

After Zacharias closed her mouth, Faise followed with almost indifference, which made Tarsila who was sitting opposite almost fell off the bench in fright. Last time, she just heard about Malfoy from Hermione After hearing about it, I didn't expect that she could catch up with the live version this time.

The discussions of the people around did not stop after the boy's voice fell, and the ears and eyes automatically sent those speculations and pointers into the brain, like the last flame that ignited the straw, and the anger in his heart was blazing.

Faise felt that these doubts from all directions were more unbearable than fists and whips, and the culprit of all this was actually someone she knew.

The feeling of being doubted and stared at is not good. She knew that if she couldn't completely shut Zacharias' mouth here this time, then the ugliness of her struggle would only make these mindless people pour their fear on Potter and on the people around him.

Faith tightly clenched her cuffs with her hands hanging by her side. She tried her best to make her expression look calm and convincing. Any hesitation or timidity might fuel the other party's arrogance and implicate Hermione.

"Let me ask you, are you a Parseltongue?"

"How could I be? You may not know that you didn't show up at the Dueling Club yesterday. Most people here have seen it..."

Faise raised her hand and interrupted the other party, "Then you are a snake?"

"You don't understand human language, do you? How could I be a snake?" Zacharias frowned and looked at the girl in front of him. He felt that the other party had begun to speak indiscriminately.

"You don't speak Parseltongue, and you're not a snake, so why do you say that Potter ordered that snake to attack Finlaye yesterday? Did you understand that order, or did you imagine it?"

Faith turned her head to Justin, who was stared at by those icy eyes and felt cold, and subconsciously looked away, "Finley, please use your brain that was originally going to Eton College to think about it." Look, the reason why you can sit here without being bitten by a snake is because Potter didn't intend to attack you at all last night, he was saving you!"

Faith was greatly relieved to hear no rebuttal from the other side. It seemed that what Tarsila told her yesterday was indeed correct. They only doubted Potter because of that ability. Didn't think I was even a beneficiary.

Before starting the second counterattack, Faise secretly glanced at Hermione beside her, wanting to see if the other party was as nervous as herself.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned her head to the side, she met a pair of eyes full of relief and surprise. Faise could feel the encouragement and trust in Hermione's eyes. At the same time, the other's warm palm covered her clenched hand, Those slightly aggressive brown eyes are filled with his own figure, like a clear spring, full of waves.

As if her heartbeat missed a beat, Faise quickly regained her composure and dragged back the words that floated out of her mind. She sorted out her thoughts for a while, and looked at Zacharias, whose arrogance had subsided a lot.

"So worried about being killed, you must have heard the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, right? The fundamental purpose of Salazar Slytherin's establishment of the Chamber of Secrets was to persecute Muggle wizards so that they would lose their right to education."

"What's the difference between you using Parseltongue to boycott Potter, to slander him, to ignore all the contributions they made for everyone last school year, and those who think Muggle wizards don't deserve to go to school?"

"The person sitting next to me was the first grader in the last school year. All the teachers in the school and even Professor Binns remembered her name and recognized her as an excellent wizard. She used her own strength to explain that Muggle wizards are no better than pure blood Wizards are worse, and you..."

Faith squinted her eyes and looked at the other party, "Aside from being distracted and making mistakes during training, which broke my wrist, and I have to trouble my friend to take care of me, what right do you have to blame her?"

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Faith's words made the boy opposite speechless. Their lowered heads wished they could bury their heads directly in the dinner plate, and the discussions around them sounded again, and this Once again, public opinion seemed to favor Porter.

Many people who were still condemning Hermione just now have restrained a lot, especially the second-year students. They may not have consulted Hermione Granger at the end of the term, but this person is indeed a symbol of Hogwarts inner paralysis. The apex of the melon wizard.

Even if there are still a few people who have doubts in their hearts, they will not want to be such a young bird now. After all, a gentle person is the scariest when angry.

"If you have nothing else to say, we're going to start eating breakfast before we get fed up with you."

Faith slowly sat back in her seat, leaving the boy standing there in embarrassment, her back straightened, and she took a bite of the donut Hermione handed over like a winner.

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The author's words:

Yesterday was a rough day... There are a lot of troubles coming together, alas, I hope it can be resolved bit by bit

Chapter 110 Seven

It was another morning when there was no class, and she watched the content she didn't understand last night several times in the warm quilt. Faise slowly closed the note in her hand, and her mother's instructions and images followed. Disperse.

Holding the notebook and laying on the bed for a while, Faise reluctantly poked her head out of the box.

It was the Christmas holiday, and like last year, both Tarsila and Miriam chose to go home for the holidays—although they wanted to stay with their friends, the family's concerns still had to be taken into account.

She should have taken that train too, she hadn't visited her parents for a long time, and the rabbi would be lonely at home alone, but Hermione chose to carry out the plan on Christmas - because Malfoy also stayed this time. school.

Faith has gradually gotten used to the slightly deserted dormitory alone, she took the warmed milk cup in the box, and moved to the window that lost its cover with procrastinating steps.

Outside the window was a world of ice and snow, a layer of dazzling ice flakes formed on the transparent glass, and the sun shone through the snowflakes on her body, without any warmth, and even made her feel a little dazzling.

Faith took a sip of the milk in the glass. The preparation of the compound decoction was completed last night, and the potion was like an indescribable slurry as described in the book.

Although the last and most important material has not been put in, the semi-finished product really doesn't look like it can be imported.

I don't know whether it's the hot air I exhaled or the temperature of the milk, which covered the originally transparent glass with a layer of mist, blocking the snow scene outside the window and the glare of sunlight.

Faith stretched out her hand on a whim, and drew a bare Christmas tree on the glass window with her fingers. Her fingertips could feel the moist water vapor with coolness as if it wanted to invade her cotton gloves and touch her own skin.

For decoration, she also painted many presents next to the Christmas tree, extending until the edge of the fog could not be seen.

Staring blankly at his finished work, pouring the last sip of hot milk into his stomach, the internal organs that had been silent all morning began to function again, but his body felt a kind of speechless laziness, unable to cheer up, and did not want to go out.

In fact, she has been in this state for the past few days, a little anxious and decadent.

As a person who has dreamed of retiring early and being able to do what she likes freely since the second grade of elementary school, Faise recently felt a kind of inexplicable pressure. She was confused about how to deal with what happened in school. Series changes.

Accompanying Hermione to run around every day on a plan that I feel has a high probability of being useless, and to appease Potter's mental state with problems, the students around me are constantly instigating, permeating the tense atmosphere in the school to every corner.

This all stems from the appearance of a fifth victim - Justin Finlayly was also petrified.

It seemed to be against Harry on purpose, and the wind of public opinion had just turned for the better. After the news came out, it was like dough without restraints, which began to ferment and swell wantonly.

This time, half of the students in the school believed what the troublemaker said, and firmly believed that Harry Potter was the heir to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. Faise, who stood up in front of him and defended him, was also affected.

It would be a lie to say that she didn't care at all, and even Hannah and Ernie, who were not usually pushy, -- both of whom were good friends of Justin's -- came to question themselves about Potter.

But what else could she explain? Even she herself was worried about Hermione's safety. After all, the other party was a wizard from a real Muggle family, and she was struggling to track down the news of the heir.

It was because Faise knew that the heir to the Chamber of Secrets could not be Harry—if he wanted to attack Hermione, there would be too many opportunities, so she was more concerned about the instigator who was behind the scenes.

However, this kind of worry is unnecessary in the eyes of the little lion. Miss Granger has always been very confident in her own strength and luck. All the mysteries in her plan will be revealed on Christmas Day—that is, tonight open.

Hope so...

Unconsciously drawing a small cake with a distorted shape on the last blank space, Faise retracted her fingertips that were a little dull due to the cold.

Eleven bells rang suddenly in the silent dormitory, and Faise gave a jolt, breaking away from her own thoughts and returning to reality.

It's time for her to go, and she made an appointment with Hermione yesterday, and they want everyone to discuss the action plan for tonight at lunch.

Originally, she didn't want to participate in it. After all, Faise was very self-aware of her acting skills—as long as she encountered any unexpected situation, her throat would be like a knot.

But just in case, Faise asked Astoria to secretly pull some of her sister's hair for herself.

He took out the glass tube containing the hair from a small concealed pocket of the robe, and the brown-blond hair was still somewhat different from her own and Astoria's.

I don't know why my little cousin has such strong affection and trust for her. She thought of a lot of reasonable excuses before asking the other party, but the last one was useless - Astoria didn't ask anything I agree.

From this point of view, the other party is indeed more suitable to be a Hufflepuff than Slytherin, and even more suitable than many people in the yard—the recent behavior of some people is true, which makes Faise feel that something may have happened to the Sorting Hat The problem is that they are suspicious of any trouble, vent their anxiety on innocent people, and even take it for granted.

When Faith left the dormitory and passed by the common room, there were already some students chatting together. When they saw her appear, the heated discussions suddenly subsided, and several eyes focused on her course of action. superior.

Faith didn't pay attention to them. This kind of thing had happened too many times this month, but because Tarsila wasn't at school, their gazes and actions became more wanton. If she wanted to refute them one by one, Ask, that might have already driven myself crazy.

Hermione was tired of trying to appease Mr. Savior's uneasiness, and she couldn't cause her any more trouble.

Along the way, Faise was thinking about what to do if the potion suddenly failed, or if their identities were discovered by Malfoy. When the cold air poured into the clothes along the neckline, her body shivered uncontrollably, and she was in a daze. Realized I forgot to bring my scarf.

Hesitantly covering her neck with her hand, Faise paused, but in the end she didn't go back to get the birthday present that Hermione gave her last year. She didn't want to go through the common room twice.

When she rushed to the entrance of the auditorium, she happened to see the little lion who had been waiting outside for a long time exhaling on the window boredly.

Faith knew that Hermione should be waiting for her, and her slightly suppressed expression just now showed a bit of joy, and she walked towards the other party a little faster, and her gentle tone revealed a smile.

"Hermione."

The brown-haired girl who was called by her name turned her head in surprise, her face was filled with a smile as always - as if those bad things in school didn't affect her at all.

Faise felt that Hermione always had this kind of magical power, which could quell her anxiety and become the reliance of those around her.

Hermione couldn't wait to jump down from the window and ran towards her, and couldn't help nagging, "You're so slow, Faith, you made me wait for a long time!"

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The author's words:

The rewards for the rewards are full again... Add more~

Should it be tomorrow night?

Chapter 110 Eight

"I'm sorry I'm late, you should wait for me indoors, it's so cold outside."

Faith noticed that Hermione's face looked flushed, but it was different from the color that was reddened by the cold. She didn't know if the other party had just come out of the room, and she wasn't even wearing a scarf.

"Actually, I didn't feel cold at all. I came out because the fire in the auditorium was too hot. If I stayed any longer, I would almost fall asleep due to lack of oxygen."

Hermione waved her hand indifferently. In order to prove the credibility of her statement, she even unbuttoned the top button of her neckline, revealing her fair skin.

Faith nodded in confusion, maybe this is the difference in physique, she is the type that takes a long time for her limbs to warm up even if she is placed by the stove after being invaded by the cold.

Hermione's long curly hair was scattered around her cheeks in a mess, and the enviable volume of her hair covered the exposed skin of her neck with a thick layer of thermal clothing, making her look very warm. The other party's hair color is brown, and it really looks like a little brown bear in winter from a distance.

By coincidence, Faise took off her cold gloves, and then, under Hermione's perplexed gaze, quickly put her hand in through the collar that had just been undone.

Seeing the little lion immediately perform a passionate tap dance, Faith couldn't help but frowned, happy that she could finally empathize with herself, "You are really warm."

"Hurry up and get your hands out!"

Hermione's cheeks flushed even more red all of a sudden, and she clearly felt the other's cool hand all the way into the back of her neck, and her goose bumps arose from the dual physical and psychological stimulation.

The silk shirt wrapped the other party's jade-like skin, and Faise's hands greedily reached for a warmer place. She obviously felt that her fingers that were about to lose consciousness from the cold gradually regained consciousness, and she narrowed her eyes happily.

"What's the matter? You feel hot and I feel cold. Let's just average it out."

It's a pity that Hand Warmer didn't accept his sophistry, and the intruder was quickly driven out.

Hermione pulled out the two claws that were messing around in her clothes. She didn't feel any cooling effect at all, and even being manipulated by the other party, she felt that the top of her head was about to smoke.

"Okay, okay, let's go in quickly, you won't feel cold when you go in and enjoy the fire."

"Oh..." Being rushed into the auditorium from behind by the other party, Faise immediately felt the sharp temperature difference between the inside and outside of the room, and the dry hot air was coming, but in terms of body feeling, it was not as comfortable as before.

Hermione poured herself a glass of water, gulped it down, and tugged at the collar of her shirt, looking like she was about to heat up.

"By the way, where are Potter and Weasley? Did they come later than me?"

The two sat down at the end of the long Gryffindor table where no one was around. Faith casually took a piece of steak, and she looked up curiously.

"They have already returned to the dormitory with the brownies that have been added with potion. I asked them to discuss how to deceive Crabbe and Goyle. Although I have explained everything that should be paid attention to, I hope those two guys will not Whatever goes wrong."

Hermione watched Faise dawdling for a long time and only took a few mouthfuls. Fortunately, there was still a while before the night's action time, so she was not in a hurry to rush her.

Suddenly remembered something, and Hermione asked with some uncertainty, "Face, are you sure that the bottle of water of life and death is effective? I put about 5 drops on each cake..."

"Of course, I have tried many times recently. Basically, I only need to put two drops in a glass of water. After drinking it, my brain will start to empty out. I didn't even have time to turn off the light yesterday, but Sonny turned it off for me."

Faith looked confident. She discovered the formula for the Water of Life and Death when she was helping Professor Snape tidy up his office - she thought it might be useful, so she took an excerpt.

Although the relevant operating procedures can also be found in the book, she just thinks that Professor Snape's handling of some details will be more reasonable.

"Why do you have to try it yourself, what if there are any side effects! Why didn't you tell me that you made it yourself, and I can give you some suggestions..." Hermione's slender eyebrows frowned , there was concern in his tone that couldn't be hidden.

"No, I just didn't sleep well before, so..." She suddenly met Hermione's puzzled and worried eyes, Faith's eyelashes fluttered, and she felt a little uncomfortable He lowered his head, trying in vain to take back the words he had just inadvertently revealed.

Before the other party asked a question, Faise took the first step to change the topic, "Do you think our plan will be implemented smoothly tonight?"

"Um……"

Noticing the resistance shown by the other party, Hermione drooped her shoulders guiltily and in frustration. Did she put too much thought into the compound potion recently? She didn't realize that there was something wrong with Faith's mental state at all.

I don't know when the other party needed medicine to sleep. This should be a very serious problem.

Before the start of the Christmas holiday, I heard that the other party also wanted to stay. I was probably too happy to ignore the reason why Faise would do this. Now thinking about her state since then, it seems a bit strange.

Biting his lower lip with his teeth, was it that incident in the auditorium that caused the other party to be targeted by people in the same courtyard?Or has Faise been under too much pressure by dragging her to participate recently?

It shouldn't be... After what happened last time, Faise has been clinging to herself for a longer time than before. Not to mention, there are many rings in this plan that the other party offered to take responsibility...

After Hermione fell silent, Faise didn't open her mouth to explain again, quietly like a ruthless eating machine.

She poked at the meat on the plate without any appetite, took a few symbolic mouthfuls and then stood up, "I'm done eating Hermione, should we check the situation of the compound soup?"

"Before that, you go back to the dormitory with me to get something."