Hufflepuff never works overtime

Harry's voice sounded again, Snape took a deep breath, his tone was terribly low, "It seems that you don't know what polite Potter is, ten points from Gryffindor."

Ignoring the boy's protesting eyes, Snape walked to the end of the classroom, tapped the projector with his wand, and the image was projected on the screen, "Turn the book to page 394!"

"Werewolf?" Faith was a little puzzled looking at the new chapter, and Hermione thought of something after hearing this term, and her expression was in a trance.

Then she immediately turned her head and looked at Snape, who was standing at the end of the classroom, "But Professor, we've only just learned Red Riding Hood and Hinkpunk, and we'll have a few more weeks before we can learn about nocturnal animals."

"Quiet."

Snape walked straight to the podium without even looking at her, "Can any of you tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?"

Hermione hardly had to think about it, and raised her hand high.

Deliberately ignoring the hand that was almost raised under his nose, Snape turned his neck impatiently, "Is there no one, what a disappointment."

"I know Professor," Hermione couldn't help but said, thinking that the other party really didn't notice her, "Animagus can choose to become a wizard who turns into an animal, but a werewolf has no right to choose. He'll transform, he'll forget who he is, and he'll kill even his best friends if anyone gets in his way. Besides, a werewolf only responds to the cries of his own kind."

It was a textbook answer, but Hermione didn't get the credit she deserved for it.

Even, Snape just looked at her with disgust, "This is the second time you have spoken without authorization, Miss Granger, do you lack self-control? Rong?"

To the surprised girl in front of him, he snorted disdainfully, "Five points deducted from Gryffindor."

Unwillingly, Hermione wanted to argue a few more words, but that 'unbearable know-it-all' severely stabbed her self-esteem and made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

She was under a lot of pressure and couldn't help but her eyes were red, but she didn't want to show weakness in front of the other party. Her body was straight, her lips were tightly pressed and her head was raised, her eyes fixed on the projection in front of her.

The hands placed on the book were clenched into fists, and the knuckles were so tight that the pages of the book were even wrinkled. The textbook was densely packed with the notes she had carefully prepared during the summer vacation.

"You asked us a question, and she knew the answer, so she just said it! If you don't want people to answer, why did you ask?" Ron couldn't help but protested loudly.

Everyone was shocked by his boldness, and Faise, who was about to comfort Hermione, couldn't help being stunned for a moment. It was rare that she would agree with Weasley, and was even moved that the other party was willing to come forward.

But using such 'passionate' terms for Professor Snape, I hope he won't die heroically...

As Snape strode up to Ron, the whole class held their breath, and Hufflepuff and Gryffindor gave him sympathetic and approving glances—for his daring to challenge the majesty of the Snake King. respect.

Snape stood expressionlessly in front of Ron's desk, full of anger seemed to be sprayed at him from those bottomless black eyes, his thin lips opened and closed, and pronounced the fate of this bold boy.

"Detention, Weasley."

Ron couldn't help swallowing. He stiffened his neck and didn't want to lose face in front of the whole class, so he silently accepted the ending.

Snape gave the other party a hard look, tossed his robe and stood back beside the podium again.

"In order to punish you for your ignorance, on Monday morning, everyone will hand in an article to my desk, two rolls of parchment, the theme is werewolves, focusing on how to identify werewolves."

There was an instant wailing in the classroom, and the corners of everyone's mouths fell to their jaws, and Harry couldn't help but speak.

"But Professor, we have a Quidditch match this weekend..."

Snape leaned forward and put his hands on Harry's desk, stared at him intently, and said almost gnashing his teeth, "Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter, you still have to write articles even if you have a broken arm or a broken leg. Turn to page 394."

After the 'intimate care' of Mr. Savior, the classroom fell into complete silence, and Snape walked in satisfaction among the students with bowed heads, "Now, does anyone have any questions about this homework?"

In the front row of the classroom, a hand was slowly raised.

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"Tell me about your problem Orest."

Snape was a little surprised that the girl in front of him would raise his hand in his class. You must know that in Potions class, although he would point her up to answer questions from time to time, there was never a time when the other party volunteered .

"Sir," although she was brave enough to seek some justice for Hermione, Faise's affection for Snape was always more fearful than respectful, and the moment she really spoke, she was so nervous that she felt like she was stuck. Neck, so that the voice is trembling.

"You just said that this homework is to punish our ignorance, so can Hermione, who has successfully answered the question, not do it?"

As soon as the words were finished, the classroom was already completely silent, only the sound of the scattered rain outside the window came into the room. Everyone, even Hermione who was sitting next to her, looked at Faith with surprised eyes.

The few students in the back row couldn't help but raise their eyebrows and looked at each other, thinking that today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was really exciting, and those who came out to "send their death" actually bought one and got two free.

Snape's brows moved slightly, he didn't answer, he approached this bold little guy calmly, his sharp eyes looked up and down at her small body that was trying to straighten up.

It is definitely impossible to say that she is not afraid, but Faise has no regrets in her heart.

In the past, she would have felt that Ron's impulsive actions were meaningless, and she would not be able to change the professor's mind, but would also implicate himself in it.

But after staying in Hogwarts for a long time, the behaviors and thinking patterns of her friends are also subtly affecting her—they are unwilling and disdainful to do things that are contrary to their original intentions, rather than regretting why they At that time, I chose to stay out of the matter, so it is better to get involved first.

And one thing Faise still regrets so far is that when Hermione was squeezed out by other children, she failed to stand up to support the other party, and even persuade the other party to cater to other people's ideas.

That was a sensible choice, but not the choice a little lion wanted.

In the past, it was difficult for her to weigh the pros and cons of the consequences of the two choices, but unconsciously, her inner balance tilted too much towards Hermione. Compared with those innocuous things, it seemed that the other party was sad. It was the appearance that made her the most unbearable.

At worst, stay with Weasley.

Under Professor Snape's fierce gaze, Faise did not dare to breathe, and was ready to bravely face the trial.

At this moment, Faise suddenly felt her fingers being held by someone, and the other's soft fingertips were still rubbing against her knuckles, making her body tremble.

As soon as he lowered his head, he met Hermione's bright eyes looking at him as expected, and he could vaguely see the red ears of the other party through the brown hair, which made people feel affectionate.

In that undisguised eager gaze, Faith's heart was filled with joy. Even the professor's eyes seemed less scary. She calmed down her sudden heartbeat, and frankly faced Professor Snape. Bottomless eyes.

This small gesture was well concealed between the two of them. Even Snape, who had been staring at Faith closely, only noticed that she suddenly stopped flinching, and even looked a little happy?

The star's anger rolling in his chest was extinguished by the girl's clear eyes. In the end, Snape just glanced at her coldly and parted his thin lips lightly.

"She doesn't have to pay."

Faith was immediately overjoyed, with her little head held high and a little smug, which made Snape feel a little uncomfortable, so she deliberately added after the other party had thanked her.

"Since your friend is so good, you must be able to write articles that satisfy me under her guidance, Orest?"

As soon as these words came out, the corners of the other party's raised mouth immediately fell down, and even the blond hair seemed to lose some color, and Snape curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction with his panicked look.

When he passed by Faise's drooping little head and returned to the podium, he even didn't forget to add, "If your finished product doesn't satisfy me, I happen to have a new batch of medicinal materials to sort out recently."

After rectifying the two guys who disturbed the classroom order, Snape began to teach today's lesson - werewolves with the aid of the projection.

In the deep voice of the professor, Hermione secretly turned her back and made a lip-synch to the red-haired boy sitting behind her.

'Thank you Ron. '

The other party still had a bitter face, and even after hearing that Faise's treatment was not considered a punishment, they became more certain about Snape's thoughts on them.

Of course, these insignificant cares were still buried in Ron's heart, and his gratitude to Hermione was still very useful. He rubbed the lower end of his nose with his fingers, and made a "you're welcome" mouth shape.

Noticing that Professor Snape, who was pacing back and forth throughout the classroom, was approaching, Hermione quickly turned around and pretended that she was studying seriously. She didn't want to be deducted twice in a class.

When the professor's voice was far away from them again, she stretched out her finger calmly and poked Faise's elbow.

Still immersed in the pain of writing a dissertation, Faith was frowning, struggling to keep up with Snape's explanation word by word, trying to catch some erratic inspiration.

"Faye?"

Hermione's several light touches failed to pull back Faise, who was thrashing in the ocean of knowledge. As a last resort, she could only move closer and closer to the opponent, and yelled softly within a fist's distance.

"What's wrong Hermione?"

Faith turned her head unexpectedly, and because the two were so close, Hermione could even clearly see the fluttering eyelashes behind the other's glasses, and the warm breath even spread around her ears, which made her feel a little more excited. Wandering thoughts.

The body quickly returned to the normal position. Hermione pinched the hem of the robe repeatedly with her hands, her knuckles were so tight that they turned red. She quickly calmed down her breath, hoping that Faise would not hear her noisy heartbeat just now.

"I, I can help you write that werewolf paper together, and you will definitely pass."

The other party's ambiguous words came to her ears, and she could only understand roughly, but a smile slowly climbed to the brows of Faith. She raised her lips and nodded, and replied softly.

"Of course I believe in Miss Know-It-All's ability."

The actions of the two seemed to be hidden, but in fact Snape could see them all. Although it was a bit annoying, seeing that they quickly returned to the classroom, he didn't say much.

I just couldn't help muttering silently in my heart.

childish.

Chapter 210 Accident

"What a nasty weather, it's hard to imagine how long this game will last..."

Daisy casually brushed her long hair. She was used to the days when she could not play as a substitute, and her preparations were gradually becoming perfunctory. She was not so active even in changing the team uniform.

The rain outside the tent fell with great force, splashing waves of water on the grass of the stadium, and the force it hit on people was definitely not gentle.

Even so, such inclement weather could not dampen the enthusiasm of the audience, who shouted at the top of their voices for the teams they supported - especially the two academies participating in the game today - at the moment when 14 players flew into the sky, The cheers almost tore the clouds in the sky.

"The game has begun." Fastening the boots tightly, the movements of Faise's hands paused for a moment when she heard the noise bursting out from the auditorium.

Then she walked out of the tent quickly, and as soon as she raised the curtain, she was blinded by the oncoming rainstorm. Although Hermione cast a water and fire spell on her team uniform and glasses before the game, she still couldn't resist The raindrops drilled into her clothes along the wind, the clothes will not get wet, but there is still a lingering sticky feeling on the body.

"Hiss... Can you really see the ball clearly in this environment?"

Daisy, who came out after her, couldn't help but rubbed her arm. Within a few breaths, her team uniform was drenched by the heavy rain, and the rain dripped down her long hair hanging on her body, looking quite distressed.

"The Quaffle and the Bludger can be seen roughly. As for the Snitch..." Faith shook her head helplessly, "I really can't do anything."

"Indeed, after all, this is just the beginning, and the captain doesn't seem to have figured it out yet," Daisy used the telescope to find Cedric, who was still in the observation stage, standing in mid-air. Not far from him was a man dressed in Harry in red.

"Why is the kid with glasses flying crookedly today?"

The Hufflepuff players called Mr. Savior so "kindly" naturally because of the reversal he made last year, but Daisy didn't mean anything malicious, just noticing that Harry once again rubbed against the Bludger in embarrassment. When I passed by, I was sincerely puzzled.

"He does look a little bit wrong." Faith stared at the situation closely, not daring to blink her eyes, and found that the opponent's movements were obviously not as flexible as usual. "Isn't Gryffindor's training intensity very high? No reason Potter Will it be affected by the heavy rain to such an extent?"

Sure enough, not long after they found out about this, Gryffindor's captain Wood called a timeout first, and the players on both sides flew back to their team's tents one after another, waiting for the whistle to start the game again.

The player who just got off the field took out his wand from the cabinet—although wizards can bring their wands into the field according to the rules of the Quidditch game, they can't cast magic on anyone, the ball, or the broom anyway, so carrying it with them is just a waste of time. It's nothing more than a hassle - I hurriedly made a set of dehumidification for my head.

One hour into the game, the score was still deadlocked at 10:10. Cedric calmly discussed tactics with the players who had just left the field. Fighting in the rain was a big disturbance for Hufflepuff, who is good at cooperation, but everyone listened. He has to concentrate on it, vowing to clean up the failure of last year.

The timeout this time was not considered long, and soon one after another figure rose into the sky again, crossed the white line and entered the arena. When Harry flew into the air again, Faise obviously found that the opponent's movements were much more flexible.

At the same time, a familiar figure came out of Gryffindor's tent. Faith narrowed her eyes slightly, and she frowned disapprovingly when she found that the other person had sneaked around the edge of the arena.

"I'll be right back."

After throwing down a word hastily, Faise immediately stepped on the broom and flew along the auditorium to the other end of the stadium.

"Hey! The game is about to start again, where are you going?" Only Daisy was left in the rain shouting with a puzzled face.

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Looking up, you can see Ron's two older brothers playing a game with each other's batters. The sound of the bat hitting the Bludger is extremely dull, but with astonishing speed and strength, it cuts across the intense rain. arc.

Hermione tiptoed excitedly, and leaned her body a little closer to the tower, trying to hide herself in the blind spot of vision.

The viewing effect of standing here is actually much better than sitting in the auditorium. Although it is a bit annoying to keep her neck up, but without the unruly wall that obstructs her sight, she can fully immerse herself in the In the atmosphere of the competition, enjoy the carnival of the whole school.

"Why are you here?"

Someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder, causing Hermione to shrink her head in fright, thinking that she was caught by a patrolling professor.

"Feisi!" When she saw the person coming, she immediately showed a big smile, casually wiped the rainwater off her face with her sleeve, and did not forget to test the result of her spell.

"During the game just now, I saw Harry kept cleaning his glasses, so I ran over to cast a spell on him." Hermione felt a strong wind blowing, and quickly pressed the poncho hat with her hand, and raised the corners of her eyes, showing a little satisfaction. asked.

"Why, I'm very foresighted, and you really are, don't you even make some preparations for yourself in advance?"

"Yes, yes," the tone said connivingly as she stuffed the bangs sticking to her face back into the hat, Faith patted Hermione on the shoulder, "It's a good thing Potter is on the stage, and the spell you worked so hard to research didn't go to waste .”

"It's not in vain for you..." Hermione muttered softly, drawing circles on the grass with the toe of her shoe.

Faith didn't understand what the other party said, and urged her worriedly, "Go back quickly, it's too close to the stadium, it's not safe to stay here."

A few steps away from the two of them is the competition area framed by a conspicuous white line. Although according to the rules athletes cannot exceed the boundary, in the fierce confrontation, players, referees and even the audience are surrounded by Bludgers or even ghosts. Fly ball accidents still happen from time to time.

Hermione nodded obediently, and before Faise left on the broom, she took the initiative to hug her, "As long as you have the opportunity to play, I will be happy to help you make the best preparations."

The other party's warm body temperature was mixed with a reassuring atmosphere, like a powerful stimulant hitting her heart, Faise couldn't help her heartbeat speeding up, and a strong desire surged in her heart—to be able to fly on the field, To be able to show it in front of the other party.

So much so that she couldn't help speeding up a bit on the way back to her tent, and almost touched the white line several times.

However, such an unprecedentedly high desire to win and lose came to an abrupt end at the moment the goalkeeper in yellow robe fell hard to the goal post.

Chapter 210 First Debut