Hufflepuff never works overtime

Hermione watched Faise ravage her long hair into a mess. Although she felt that the other party was really troubled by it, she didn't know how to react.

"Face, don't worry so much, don't you think nothing happened this school year?"

"It hasn't happened yet!" Faith sighed deeply, "The fugitive, if I remember correctly, should be the chief culprit who killed Potter's parents?"

"Hmm..." Hermione nodded, and looked around the auditorium where people were almost gone.

"If, I mean if," Faith raised her head sharply, her eyes fixed on the other party, "one day Potter suddenly ran over and said to you, 'Hermione help me, I found the wanted man , I want to avenge my parents.' What will you do?"

"How to..." Hermione raised her chin hesitantly, "Help Harry?"

"That's not right!" The blond girl hugged her head in pain, even ignoring her own image, and lay down on the dining table discouraged.

"Uh," Hermione blinked, dumbfounded, "but I can't turn a blind eye to my friend's request for help, besides, that Sirius is really too much, I can understand why Harry is so angry, he is acting as a secret keeper betrayed……"

"Pause for a moment," Faith interrupted the other party helplessly, "I don't mean Hermione, obviously this Mr. Wanted Criminal must have done a huge mistake, but what does this have to do with you?"

"But Harry..."

"Mr. Savior will definitely have a legendary life, but I just want you to have a smooth and long life, I know it's hard for you, but please,"

Her slightly cool hands rested on Hermione's shoulders, shaking back and forth, "Don't die, please? Promise me..."

"Face, you misunderstood me, I am not blindly pursuing excitement and fame," Hermione's face collapsed, and she couldn't help defending herself aggrievedly, "I want to do my best to help those in need, regardless of Whether it's you or Harry, or anyone else, I'd be willing to give them a hand in a difficult situation."

After listening to her own explanation, the pain in the other party's eyes became more tangible, and Hermione added anxiously, "I know you are worried about me, so I promise you that you will not be in danger alone again, nor will you I'll keep those things from you."

"It seems that this is the child in your previous question, isn't it?"

A male voice suddenly sounded from the soles of the two of them, scaring the two girls almost jumping out of their chairs, and Hermione subconsciously touched her wand.

After seeing the identity of the 'person', Faise patted her chest hard, and managed to recover from her trance, "It turned out to be you, fat monk. I still hope that your next appearance will not be so sudden."

"Sorry for scaring you little guy," Hufflepuff's ghost emerged from the ground with a happy expression on his face, making it hard to tell whether he did it on purpose or accidentally.

"I happened to hear you chatting with Gryffindor here. I found it very interesting, so I couldn't help but interject."

The friendly ghost nodded to Hermione, who also received curious visits and polite responses from the other party.

"It looks like you're very confused about this, little guy," the fat monk straightened his monk's clothes—although he didn't need to do this at all, probably because of the habit of his life—"but don't doubt yourself, Gran Findos are some of those guys, you can't change them, and there's no denying they always bring us something to talk about."

"I just..." Faith cast a calm look at Hermione, and replied with some confusion, "I don't want to be the one who imprisoned her, but I can't find a safe way out, which makes me I'm very disturbed."

"It's rare to have the best of both worlds," the fat friar nodded knowingly, and when he said something deep in that slow tone, it sounded especially reasonable—nothing less than Hufflepuff's Students love to find him to complain or chat.

"There is always one of you who needs to make a compromise. Is this young love? Hahaha, that's great."

The fat monk smiled and touched his chubby belly, and then noticed that the two girls focused their eyes at the same time, only to realize that he had slipped his mouth.

"Sorry guys, I've actually been hearing it for a while, but I promise no one will get anything out of my mouth about this, just... swear on Nick's neck, hahaha."

"This sounds really unreliable..."

Hermione muttered something quietly, and her volume did not hide the truth from everyone present. The fat monk laughed nonchalantly and patted his stomach.

"What a cute little guy, I seem to have seen you somewhere? Hmm... I can't remember. But if you choose to be with us at Hogwarts, it will definitely be more interesting here."

"Huh?" Hermione blinked in confusion, while Faise pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, her eyes rippling.

After a while, she said leisurely, "Forget it, as you said before, it is not a wise choice to become a ghost wandering in the two worlds."

Chapter 260 Eight

The fat monk's excuse to leave was as sudden as his appearance. Hermione really couldn't figure it out. Do ghosts have tea time?

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Faise watched the other party staring blankly at the corner where the fat monk disappeared, and unavoidably stretched out her hand curiously and waved it in front of Hermione's eyes.

"If we don't leave, all the places in the library will be taken up. It's still too cold outside. No wonder there's no one in sight. Only those dark dementors are hiding in the corners. Really uncomfortable."

"We'll be fine when we catch that wanted criminal, don't worry about Faise, we can protect ourselves now," Hermione came back to her senses, raised her eyebrows and smiled at the other party, "I was thinking, that fat man just now Is it true what the ghost said? You want me to be a ghost when I die?"

"Can you say something auspicious?" Faith rolled her eyes at the other person angrily, "And it's a fat monk/Fat Friar/, not a fat ghost, so it's rude to say that, Hermione."

"I'll pay attention to him next time I see him." Nodding knowingly, Hermione leaned forward resolutely, "Face, you haven't answered the question I just asked."

Faith, who was about to step out of the bench with the dinner plate, looked helplessly at the little lion with curious eyes, and didn't want to answer.

But her several preparatory actions to leave the table directly were discovered by Hermione keenly and strangled in the cradle.

In the end, Faith had no choice but to angrily put the dinner plate on the table, squeezed Hermione's soft little face with both hands—it was still a little hot after staying in the auditorium with a strong fire for a long time—grinded her teeth and said .

"Isn't that because you always worry me, and when I was in the second grade, I ran around every day for a certain stone man lying on the bed, and my mind was not normal, can't it?"

Let the other party round and pinch her cheeks. When the matter of petrification was mentioned, Miss Granger didn't dare to shout at all, so she could only smile flatteringly, "I haven't said anything yet."

"Humph."

Faith had already taken advantage of the smooth pass. She stood up slowly, and purposely fastened the middle buttons of the originally open robe so that the hem of the robe could cover her knees.

"Let's go, the other tables have already been cleared, it's all your fault, now the other colleges are going to give Hufflepuff the title of scumbag again."

Patting Hermione on the shoulder, Faise naturally motioned for Hermione to go ahead.

"But apart from this meal, if every day..." Hermione subconsciously turned her head to talk to Faith, but her head was immediately poked back to the right by the other party's finger.

The food trays were engulfed by the tablecloth - like a Muggle attacked by a swamp digger /Dugbog / - and the knives and forks left in place by careless students dangled upright, and then Jump into the tablecloth with a set of standard diving moves.

Until the top of the three-tiered dessert rack disappeared into the yellow cloth, the tablecloth was automatically rolled up from both ends of the dining table and kept rolling until it gathered at the center of the long table.

Then, a house-elf hurriedly appeared from an unknown corner, not even daring to take a look at the two girls who were staring at it, picked up the rolled tablecloth in his skinny hands, and hurriedly left.

"This is the first time I've seen the process of collecting tables in your academy in three years." Hermione stopped silently and sighed. She also stood on tiptoe curiously, wanting to see the house elf How it appears and disappears.

Faith moved her steps unhurriedly, she was not surprised at all, "That's because you wake up too early every morning, and I often get tired of watching it because I missed breakfast by one step."

"Didn't you ask me to help you bring them? Miriam and Tarsila, too. Last time, that guy Ron laughed at me with other boys for eating too much. Next time I will spread it in his pie." Full of weird beans..." Hermione muttered dissatisfiedly, her nose wrinkled.

"Then I will trouble you next semester. After all, your memory is so good that you can remember what we like to eat every time."

Faith lightly squeezed Hermione's hand, seeing the other's brows slowly unfolding, and grinning her small white teeth triumphantly, she couldn't help but deepen her smile in her heart.

Miss Granger is really sweet.

"That's it," Hermione's eyes brightened, and she grabbed Faise's wrist, which was about to be withdrawn, "I pay attention to the combination of nutrition every time, and I have to change the taste every day so that you don't get tired of it. It took a lot of effort, okay?"

Ahh... no wonder there's a carrot every few days that I hate.

Those who were fed had no right to raise objections, and Faise actually liked these small details of Hermione very much—but if she could put less food that she hated, then she would like it even more!

Sure enough, no matter where the students are, the food in the restaurant is always a classic topic that never changes.

Thanks to this little episode that distracted Hermione, Miss Granger, who used to be very busy in the past, walked very slowly today, which also gave Faise a chance to cover up.

The tearing pain lingered at the place where it was hit, screaming hotly for the sense of existence, and Faise's back was soaked in sweat within a few steps.

She couldn't tell where the thought of being afraid of being discovered by Hermione came from, but she just kept echoing what the other party said, pulling out new topics and throwing them back.

On the long staircase at the corner, Faise couldn't help but groaned in her heart. Why can the school's stairs move between different platforms, but not up and down?

Whoever invented the magic staircase is so unimaginative!

Unexpectedly, Hermione skipped the stairwell in front of her and continued to move forward. After Faise stopped hesitantly, she also stopped.

"In the nutrition book I read last time..." Hermione stopped her eloquent sharing, and her eyes fell on the other's left leg, "What's the matter, Faith, I can't walk Yet?"

It was impossible for her not to notice the other party's unnatural walking posture, but she just thought that Faise didn't want to attract attention, so she just led the other party to walk slowly.

"No, I'm just wondering..." Faise realized that the other party hadn't forgotten about the infirmary at all, so she stopped abruptly when she was about to blurt out, followed Hermione obediently, and was instructed to sit in the hallway. Empty bench.

"What's strange?"

Hermione looked around, helped the dazed Faith to sit down, then squatted down halfway, pushed aside the obstructing robe with her hands, and carefully looked at the wound covered by the silk stockings.

Feeling shy while pressing down on the hem of her skirt, Faise couldn't help thinking divergently.

If someone passed by now and saw the weird posture of the two of them, there would definitely be bad rumors circulating in the school tomorrow, right?

The edge of the rough wooden chair was hit deeply. At first, Faise didn't realize anything, and thought it was a bruise at most—to be honest, she practiced a lot in the Quidditch team, and she was very familiar with the wonderful bodies of other wizards. The quality has a deep envy.

Even when they fell off the broom it was just a scrape, slapped the grass on their clothes, and flew again.

And even when I was in Muggle elementary school, I was the object of extra concern from the teacher.

After she finished eating, she realized that the stockings on her knees seemed to have been torn, and they had recovered due to the automatic repair magic, but an unnatural crimson oozes from the wound.

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The author's words:

What is more sad than coming back late from overtime is changing lanes and scratching

Worse than scratching a lane is scratching a Porsche (>?ω`< )

Chapter 260 Nine

"It's terrible, it looks like a piece of fabric got stuck to the flesh when it was restored."

Madam Pomfrey patted the top of the lantern, and the light spots in it immediately changed positions and burst into dazzling light.

Hermione stood behind Faise, holding her hand on the other's shoulders. Although her little head was eager to look up, she was afraid of disturbing Madam Pomfrey, so she had to secretly change the angle of observation, and she didn't even dare to let herself go. Silk's shadow appeared in the light.

Contrary to Hermione, Faise kept leaning back the moment she saw the gleaming silver car driving towards the female therapist. If no one stopped her, she might have to Slipping the chair backwards, he slipped away from the infirmary.

It's a pity that there is someone behind her, and there is no way to retreat.

Hermione could feel the weight leaning on her getting heavier and heavier, and felt distressed and funny for a while, but now she knows she's afraid?

After gaining a good view, the tweezers in Madam Pomfrey's hand precisely grasped the cut fabric, and gently lifted it up. As expected, the skin around the wound was also pulled up.

Due to this pulling, the wound that was no longer bleeding was torn open again, and the blood slowly overflowed from the adhesion, drawing a dark red line on the white and tender skin, and finally dripping on the floor.

The three people present frowned at the same time, and Hermione couldn't help reminding, "Ma'am..."

"I knew that there would always be problems with the design of this dress." Madam Pomfrey put down the tweezers in her hand, and then turned around to pick and prepare potions on the cart, "But you are really serious about it, child. Now it's on your knee, don't you feel any pain?"

Faith's face turned pale, and she subconsciously raised her head to look at Hermione for help, while the other's jawline was tense, as if she was extremely angry and trying to endure.

Quickly looking away again, Faise even secretly straightened her body, not daring to use the angry Miss Granger as a backrest.

"Maybe I was too focused when I was eating, and I was in a state of pain and itching all the time, so..." Faith lowered her head and took off her glasses with a face of death.

Anyway, we all know that nothing is going to happen, why do we still see it so clearly.

"Since it's scratched, you should deal with it quickly. When can't you eat? Hogwarts's dishes are over and over again, isn't it just a few dishes? It's worth losing your leg?"

Madam Pomfrey shook her head helplessly, but the girl in front of her, whose cheeks were as red as boiled prawns, also looked remorseful. Nian Nian swallowed it back.

Of course, even if she doesn't say it, it doesn't mean no one talks about it.

"Did you hear me? What did I say? Let you not listen, and say it's all right."

Hermione cast a reproachful glance at the other party's hairpin, and the strength of her hands pinched Faith's shoulders almost to pieces. All embarrassment and shame floated away from her head under the effect of pain.

"It hurts Hermione, it hurts."

Faith couldn't help but patted the other party's fingers that were almost embedded in her collarbone, and whispered softly.

"Huh! What's the use of you talking to me, the flesh doesn't grow on me, and you don't listen to me..." Although she said that, she couldn't beat her heartache after all, Hermione raised her head and looked at Pomfrey worriedly Madame, "Then how should Faith's injury be treated? You must have a solution, right?"

no!You pinched me so much, Hermione...

Faith silently shouted in her heart, her pale face frowned, and her fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the skirt.

But she was embarrassed to say this, it would definitely embarrass Hermione, and the other party didn't mean it, so she was the culprit in this farce.

"It's okay, she didn't even hurt her bones, it's just a little painful to deal with."

"You heard that, the head nurse said so." Hermione's tone seemed to be a little rushed, but judging from the fact that Faith's shoulder no longer made the "click" sound, she was actually relieved a lot.

Miss Orest, who had finally escaped unharmed, quietly twisted her body on the chair, put her palm up, and lightly brushed the back of Hermione's hand with her knuckles, then tilted her head sideways, her eyes unblinking He stared at the angry Miss Granger.

Hermione didn't notice it at first, but she just reminded her earnestly, "I didn't even know that the self-repairing clothes would have this kind of problem, I have to write a letter to Madam Malkin's Robe Store to give feedback later, you will be trained in Quidditch in the future." You must be careful when you are talking, really... I always say that I don't let you feel at ease, and you are really not at all reassuring."

Although the little lion's chatter was a bit lacking in interest, Faise felt warm in her heart with those brown eyes showing concern, and her slightly cool fingertips slowly reached into the gap between Hermione's palm and her shoulder.

Since the other party didn't notice it, it's better to ask for it yourself.

Until the itch in her palm interrupted Hermione's words, she felt that fluffy head leaning obediently on her lower abdomen, and the words that were full of her stomach could no longer occupy the running memory of her brain.

The heat in her heart came unexpectedly, and it was rare to see shyness crawling up the corners of Hermione's eyes. Her whole body was at a loss and hinted to Faise with her eyes that there was a third person present.