Hufflepuff never works overtime

"Unfortunately," Faith spread her hands, announcing that Miss Granger's appeal was invalid.

"Since Mr. Savior is lying in the school infirmary because of the attack of dementors, I have reason to think that he will continue to enrich his wonderful life this semester. Anxious."

"That sounds terrible..." Hermione pouted with her head down, and kicked innocent pebbles away on the road.

She originally thought that she had a great advantage, at least it was difficult for Faise to find someone with better grades than herself or someone who was more considerate of others among the group of people around her.

They can't even cast a fire and water inviolability spell...

But the current situation doesn't seem so good, no one likes a person who can't be trusted completely, what she has to do to restore her image!

She couldn't understand why the person beside her suddenly fell into deep thought, even walking in a crooked way, Faith was even a little worried that what she just said was too much and hurt the little lion's self-esteem?

Probably not... She was just telling the truth.

With the idea of ​​probing and changing the subject, Faise cleared her throat and asked, "Didn't you just visit Potter during the game, how is he?"

"Well... Madam Pomfrey said that as long as he rests quietly for a period of time, he will be able to recover. I guess he should have woken up by now?" Hermione finally remembered the two little friends she had left in the infirmary, and murmured worriedly. He muttered, "I hope they won't quarrel with your teammates."

"Probably not?" Faith didn't care too much, "The fact that the draw can be accepted proves that the captain of Gryffindor recognized Cedric's ideas, and it would be too out of character for him to worry about it afterwards. The style of your school is gone."

"what idea?"

Hermione opened her eyes curiously, and then she remembered that she had just watched a strange ball game, but her attention was completely on Faise, and she still hadn't figured out a lot of things after careful consideration.

"By the way, why didn't your Seeker end the game earlier? Judging from his last behavior, it can't be that he really wants to earn points, right?"

"That's because we want to demonstrate that a Quidditch game is about 14 people, and that while everyone is essential, there shouldn't be a situation where a team can rely on just one person. That's not fair, neither to that one person nor to anyone else."

Faith's words were very serious, but after seeing Hermione's puzzled eyes, she felt a little ashamed of being so serious.

She blushed slightly and touched the tip of her nose, briefly recounting what happened during the noon timeout to the other party, and finally added, "Because everyone is very unwilling, Senior Cedric suggested that we use Quaffle's Winning the game with 150 points is also to prove to the opponent that even without the Seeker, they still have a chance."

"They will lose, just because they lose the motivation to continue playing."

Faith looked at Hermione's pensive look, and remembering that the other party was also from Gryffindor, she did not forget to comfort her, "In fact, at the final stage of the game, Gryffindor has already worked hard to counterattack, and Your team also accepted senior Cedric's application to end the competition, so you must have understood what we mean."

"Hmm." Hermione squeezed Faise's hand lightly. She was actually happy for Harry just now, otherwise the other party's responsibility for each match would be really too heavy.

At this time, the two finally reached the door of the infirmary, opened the door and entered.

"Extra practice starts tomorrow!" Gryffindor players who had not taken off their uniforms gathered around Harry's bed, and Wood waved his fists and said excitedly, "In the remaining three games, we must play to the fullest. It is worthy of the strength of our Seekers!"

"Be quiet." Madam Pomfrey, who was carrying the medicine tray, gave them an annoyed look. "The patient still needs to rest."

Not far from the noisy Gryffindor, several Hufflepuff players were paralyzed next to the injured Julian, "I can't do it anymore, I have spent all my energy for this school year today, and now I see Bludgers make me want to throw up..."

"Hey," Cedric held his forehead helplessly, "You don't look like you've won a battle at all, can you cheer up a little?"

"I'm so tired, please carry me back tonight, I feel like my thighs are bleeding."

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The author's words:

The Quidditch chapter is over!Tonight, put the changed part in the work related volume ╰(*°▽°*)╯

Chapter 220 Four

Fortunately for Faith, even though Madam Pomfrey looked at her so helplessly, the other party still connected her bones very gently, except for the "crack" from the shoulder, which made her Both Hermione and Hermione were taken aback.

"Maybe you can learn from Madam Pomfrey next time," Faith said while gnawing on a cold bagel—they arrived at the auditorium too late, and most of the hot food on the table had already been taken away— — while muttering in a low voice, "It feels like her spell is nothing special, it sounds like the one you've used before, but it doesn't hurt much to use it."

Hermione ate much faster than Faise. While waiting for the other party, she still had time to take out the textbook to review, turned a page slowly, and replied without raising her head, "Healing spells are just like ours. Doctors are the same, they need practice to master the best gestures and strength, where can I find patients?"

Hearing the other party humming a few times and not answering, Hermione raised her eyes and watched Faith gulp down a glass of milk, half a ring of milk stains remained on her upper lip, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

"Don't you often stay with those two boys, I think they are very suitable as your training partners."

Faith stuck out her tongue and licked her upper lip, then was puzzled to see Hermione push her glass of milk over.

"After the bone is injured, you need to supplement more calcium," Hermione noticed the suspicious look in the other party's eyes, and suddenly remembered something, and she added with a little guilt, "You can rest assured, I have never drank this cup before."

"That's not the point, don't we eat a portion less often?" Feys took the glass of milk with her right hand, the wall of the glass was still warm, and she could faintly smell the mellow milk fragrance, but she still frowned "I feel a little full."

"Drink it, it's good for your body, and you don't want to find that your two arms are long and short after you get well?"

"As you order, my dear Dr. Granger..."

The protest was ineffective, Faith lowered her head, tilted the cup slightly to let the milk in it flow into her mouth naturally, but the feeling of fullness in her stomach made her swallow very slowly.

"Your name will make me feel that you are calling Dad or Mom." Hermione said a little out of habit. She closed the textbook in her hand and put it back in her satchel.

"I've tried my best." When the milk in the cup dropped to half, Faith raised her head again, and she even coughed twice because she drank too fast.

Embarrassed, she pushed the cup away from her, and Feise clenched her fist and lightly hammered her chest, "I really can't drink anymore, shall we go?"

"There's really nothing I can do about you..." Hermione also stood up, and when she saw the cup placed between the two of them, she hesitated for a moment, then picked it up in a mysterious way.

After realizing what she had done, she nervously looked at Faise's expression, and happened to meet the other's gaze, her hands trembled in fright.

"Please go ahead, it's your milk anyway." Faith didn't understand what the other party was hesitating about, so she shrugged her shoulders casually.

"I... um..." Hermione wanted to justify her behavior, but the other party seemed to be completely indifferent, which made her both disappointed and thankful, and finally she simply raised her head and poured all the remaining milk go down.

After finishing drinking, she still pursed her lips and said, "It tastes very good."

"Hmm," Faith picked up her plate, "The craftsmanship and taste of the house elves are always good. If you like it very much, I can help you go to the kitchen and ask which supplier they choose."

"Don't bother." Hermione wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, stepped out of the bench and smiled at the other party, "I know where it is."

"Okay?" Faith yawned big, and since the only good hand was taken up by the tray, she could only tilt her head and use her shoulder to wipe away the sleepiness overflowing from the corner of her eyes, "So sleepy, This game has been played for nearly a day, and I will definitely be able to sleep until noon tomorrow when I go back."

"That can't be done, don't forget that you haven't moved a single word of your Defense Against the Dark Arts homework."

"That's right, my dear Merlin, my hand isn't healed yet, why do you torture me like this..." Faith's face collapsed instantly, looking at the long corridor leading to the lounge, she felt the pain under her feet. Every step is so heavy.

"First of all, your left hand was injured, and you are not left-handed. This does not affect your writing papers. Secondly, it is Professor Snape who tormented you instead of Merlin, and he said 'You still have to write an article without an arm or a leg', so ..."

Hermione paused halfway through her words, and looked at Faise's tired and desperate walking posture, "I'll wait for you in the auditorium at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, we still have a whole day, don't worry, I'll let you get it O's."

"Hermione, is there a possibility..."

"No."

Faith looked at those brown eyes filled with sincerity, and sighed deeply, "Okay."

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"I am back……"

With heavy steps, Faith walked into the bedroom exhausted.

"Welcome back, our hero!" Seeing the other party entering the door, Tarsila stood up on the bed excitedly, opened her hands and said excitedly, "Quick, let me give you a big hug."

"Thank you, please postpone the redemption until tomorrow." Faith, who only had her box in her eyes, greeted the two of them apologetically, and was about to rush to her nest, "I'm so tired .”

"Ah, by the way, Miriam," the golden head poked out again from the box that was about to close.

Faith supported the case above her head with one hand, and said sleepily, "Hermione said that next Friday night, she has something very important to talk to you about. Let me ask if you have time."

"me?"

Hearing this, Miriam sat up straight with a puzzled face, and said hesitantly, "I remember you had Quidditch training on Friday night, right?"

Faith nodded, "Well, that's why she wanted to talk to you alone. As for the specifics, she didn't say anything, and I didn't ask..."

Seeing Faise's figure completely disappear from the room, Miriam stroked her chin in confusion and unease.

What will happen?

You must know that Hermione has never looked for her alone, and even specially picked a time when Faise has something to do, but let the other party convey it openly...

"What do you think it will be?" Tarsila put her head in front of Miriam, and said with a look on her face, "I think at this point in time, Hermione probably wants to prepare a birthday surprise for Faith. "

Pushing away the big face in front of her that occupied most of her field of vision with a little disgust, Miriam still said with some uncertainty, "Maybe? But then why didn't I call you along?"

"You are stupid," Tarsila took Miriam's hand away from her face, showing a silly smile, "My birthday and Faith's are very close, maybe she wants to give us a surprise , hey, don't tell her what I already guessed."

Although Miriam still didn't believe it in her heart, she still raised her eyebrows and nodded at the other party.

Chapter 220 Five Confidence

"Isn't this really a prank?"

Miriam poked her head out from the corner of the stairs and looked at the dark corridor in front of her. Her face turned pale instantly. The flickering candlelight and the faint moonlight could not play a good lighting role except for adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

Generally speaking, at this point of time, she should stay in the warm common room, make herself a cup of hot cocoa, read a book and chat with friends, and when she is hungry, she can go to the kitchen next door to ask the house elf Let's ask for some freshly baked biscuits - there's even a custom for Hufflepuffs in the kitchen.

Of course, this is a Hufflepuff choice.

And she received an invitation from Gryffindor last week, asking her to go to an empty and deserted classroom at night, and she had to go alone!

"Hermione, I pray that what you are about to say is something so shocking that my jaw will drop!" Miriam squeezed out a sentence between her teeth. If Tarsila saw her so timid, she would probably be talking in her sleep Can laugh at a few words.

The hand holding the wand trembled slightly, "Lumos flicker /Lumos/"

Between light and darkness, a wooden door finally caught her eye. The original dark brown door paint had almost faded away. It seemed that this place must have not been used for a long time.

Damn, this leftover door paint looks like blood splatter...

Miriam mustered up the courage to open the door in front of her with her toes, and what came to her face was a smell of damp and moldy wood. She slapped her nose with her hand, and poked the wand in her hand. a little.

"Hermione? Are you in there?"

The light from the tip of the wand made her eyes hurt, and she seemed to see a milky white figure hanging from the ceiling lamp in the classroom, which frightened Miriam.

"Merlin, what the hell is this!"

At this moment, a hand was placed on her shoulder, and Miriam felt as if her heart was pinched by someone else, and even the courage to shout was cut off, and her body was about to fall on the spot.

Hermione grabbed the other party's back by the collar, preventing Miriam from sitting down on the ground. Seeing the girl's red eye circles and pale face, she shouted angrily into the classroom, "Hey, we It's agreed that I will use this place tonight!"

"Oh, don't be angry, little guy," the translucent figure slowly wandered in front of the two girls, he tried to show a kind smile with his cut face, but he didn't expect his unreserved 'inside' Miriam almost fainted, "I just dozed off on the chandelier, this is yours tonight, I promise no one will disturb you."

Under the other party's friendly gesture, Hermione's attitude eased a lot. She waved her hand at the back of the other party's leaving, "Thank you, Earl, I will return to the original state when I am done."

Temporarily placed Miriam, whose soul was about to drift away, in the corridor, and Hermione moved two chairs from the next classroom. It is not difficult to see that this classroom is really not visited by 'people'. The last time she and the two boys found this place There are even footprints left.

When the wooden door was closed with a "squeak", Milian sat down on the chair and shrank her head as if she had just woken up from a dream. The two of them sat near the window - at least they could breathe a breath of fresh air.

"You really found a good place, Hermione..." When she said this, Milian felt that her teeth were about to be crushed. She must have had something wrong with her head before she agreed to let her go. The other party is looking for a place to talk.

"That's right, it's so hidden that it's absolutely impossible for anyone to come here, and the Earl will help us guard it, and there won't be any talkative ghosts overhearing our conversation."

Not knowing whether she really didn't understand her sarcasm, or pretending not to understand, Hermione raised a flattering smile, and Miriam couldn't say anything more.

She let out a long sigh, and coughed a few times due to the dust, and finally endured both mental and physical discomfort and asked helplessly, "So...you called me here today, what's the big deal?"

"Before I confess to you, you have to promise me," Hermione pinched the robe in front of her with both hands uneasily, "Even if you don't agree to help, you can't tell others about it."

"You don't tell me what it is, how can I promise you first?"

Miriam was very puzzled by the other party's twitching appearance, but she was not that careless idiot like Tarsila. Before she knew the content of this kind of agreement, it was absolutely impossible for her to agree to it, even if it was a close relationship. The same goes for my friends.

You must know that the person in front of you is Hermione Granger, that friend of Mr. Troublesome. If the other party suddenly reveals such a shocking secret that Potter is the reincarnation of the mysterious man, I can't tell others...

Then she will definitely be suffocated to death because of depression and regret.

"That's right...then think about it after I finish talking, can you help me keep this secret."

Hermione knew she was in the wrong, but the person in front of her was already the only person beside her with a normal thinking mode besides Faise——Ron and Tarsila had been excluded by her from the beginning as military advisors, Harry He seemed to be even more ignorant than himself in terms of feelings, and only Miriam seemed to be quite reliable.

Wiping her palm vigorously on the robe, Hermione met the other party's scrutinizing eyes seriously, her throat moved, and she whispered, "I think I like Faith, so I want to ask you for advice..."

Milian's neck stretched out and she couldn't hear what the other party was muttering. She squinted her eyes and watched the other party's mouth shape constantly changing. I am deaf.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," she interrupted Hermione hastily, and closed the open window, "Okay, say what you just said again, remember, speak louder."

"okay."

Hermione stared blankly at the other party staring at her lips, took a deep breath to calm her speeding heartbeat, and said loudly, "I think I like Faise, and I want to ask you how to chase her !"

After yelling, Hermione patted her chest lightly, and looked at Miriam expectantly, "Is this all right?"

"Hmm..." Milian felt that the words that came out of the other party's mouth were very familiar, why did her head buzz when they were connected into sentences and entered her ears?

It took a lot of time for her to digest this shocking news. Her first reaction was to twist her thigh hard. The pain was so painful that the corners of her eyes were filled with tears, and she murmured.

"Okay, I understand, very good."