Hufflepuff never works overtime

However, the hand is very honest, without needing to say more, it has been obediently held by the other party.

Madam Pomfrey watched the interaction between the two girls, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth. The potion that happened to be used to heal the wound had also been prepared. While observing Faise's gradually relaxed expression, she picked up the potion again. Tweezers in hand.

Sterilized, clamped, exerted force on the wrist, and pulled it smartly.

"what!"

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

The author's words:

This section of analysis and daily writing took a lot longer than I expected. It may be that the main line that has disappeared for a long time will finally appear, so I couldn’t help posting it twice

The images of Ron and Harry are already very three-dimensional in the original book and the movie, so I have always been a little worried about whether everyone can distinguish each badger well (make excuses for cutting the role of two boys?(? ? ??))

From my personal understanding, among the four girls, Tarsila is the kindest, Hermione is the most righteous, Miriam is the most sociable, and Faith is actually the most Buddhist one. When she hits her bottom line, she mostly adopts a natural attitude

Of course, because they are all short-sighted, it becomes very interesting~

Chapter 270 Old Scars

Fortunately, Hermione instinctively used her strength to firmly hold Faise in front of her who was about to jump up from the chair, otherwise she was afraid that the other party would be like a cartoon character on TV, scurrying around and smashing a hole in the ceiling.

Hermione even sighed secretly in her head, maybe this is the rumored knee jerk reaction?

Madam Pomfrey's movements were very sharp, without the slightest hesitation. After all, if the patient waited for the reaction and then slowly tore apart, it would only hurt more.

Even so, the pain at that moment was beyond what Faith could bear.

Generally speaking, as long as her rationality can still control her consciousness, Faise has always been unwilling to show her fragility and powerlessness in front of outsiders. Inferior comforts attack themselves in bed late at night.

It's a pity that the pain came so suddenly this time - even more suddenly when the Bludger flew over the playing field.

Faise even felt for a moment that her knees seemed to be scooped out like ice cream, and the burning pain on her skin made her facial features wrinkle unconsciously. The edges kept scraping.

Madam Pomfrey looked at the girl's agitated look, and only slightly comforted her, "It's okay, child, as long as you finish applying the white essence, I promise you won't even leave a scar."

It sounds like a very tempting proposal, but for Faise, who is afraid of pain and has a thin skin, it is undoubtedly a sentence, and she has to continue to bear this punishment.

Faise could only pull the corners of her mouth forcefully, but she couldn't even squeeze out an "um". She was already sweating while holding Hermione's hand, and she couldn't even tell whether it was done by herself or by the other party.

"What a brave boy, although the effect of Murtlap Essence/pain suppression would be better, but I understand how annoying it is for girls to have scars."

Madam Pomfrey shook the medicine bottle in her hand, and said with a sigh, "This reminds me, when I first became a healer, there was a female wizard who accidentally put a whole potion A bottle of caustic bentemous secretions was spilled on my face because she insisted on not leaving any scars, but almost bit her own lip through the treatment, and whenever she screamed, my face You'll be sprayed with blood."

Now even Hermione couldn't keep calm anymore, she leaned over hesitantly and whispered in Faith's ear, "If you hurt, grab me, don't bite yourself."

"I know!" Faith's ears were red, and she pinched the knuckles of Hermione's fingers, "Bite myself, it hurts even more, I'm not stupid..."

Maybe it was because Madam Pomfrey's sudden little story was too exciting, but actually when the medicine was sprinkled on the wound, there was no buzzing pain in the head as I recalled.

You have to know that when I was a child, I used Babbling Beverage, every time it was like being fed nagging soup /Babbling Beverage/, which is why Faith understands that she will never be the handsome protagonist in the movie—let alone be After surviving the torture, I'm afraid she would have started talking nonsense the moment those instruments of torture were brought up.

Of course, this kind of taste still makes people's teeth sour, and anyone who has not enjoyed it cannot understand it.

The wound felt a chill at first, followed by a tingling burning sensation. The most unbearable thing was the itching that made the toes curl up, and I really wanted to be scratched with my hands.

Red-green smoke slowly emerged from the wound, which was also mixed with some inexplicable sizzling sounds - a bit like the sound of squeezing hamburger meat with a spatula.

Faith could have sworn she heard Hermione sniffing secretly in the back of her head!

The girl who had been trying so hard to endure couldn't bear it now, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and was about to leave four red crescents on the back of Miss Granger's white hand.

Of course, Hermione didn't know that it was Faith's revenge, she only thought that the other party was in severe pain, so she took out the handkerchief from her robe pocket and wiped off the cold sweat oozing from the other party's forehead.

Being interrupted by her like this, Faise was naturally reluctant to use another ruthless hand, her strength receded like a tide, she just wrapped her jaw around Hermione's wrist and let the protruding knuckle rub against her palm.

"Rest here for 10 minutes and you can go. Don't forget that the wound cannot be wet tonight, but you can use a cleaning spell to take care of it."

Madam Pomfrey went to her business with leisurely steps, leaving the two girls standing still, and Faith sat listlessly on the little bench, stroking her bandaged knees with her hands.

"Does it still hurt?"

Hermione slowly squatted in front of the opponent, and wiped off the blood that had just flowed down from the opponent with a water-soaked handkerchief. When she saw the old scar, she couldn't help being stunned.

"It feels much better, but it's really itchy." Faith couldn't help frowning, rubbing her palms back and forth on the bandage, but she was quickly controlled by Hermione who was worried that she would scratch.

"Be quiet, Baixian essence has a strong healing effect, and the wound will always be a little itchy to heal."

Hermione explained, but her attention was still firmly attracted by the scar, a slight astringency rose in her heart, she couldn't help stretching out her fingers to touch it back and forth.

In fact, the overall color of the scar is very light, and it feels smooth to the touch, but it just hangs on the other party's fair skin, which looks a bit obtrusive.

Sensing the shifting position of the opponent's fingertips and Hermione's inexplicably guilty eyes, Faise quickly came to her senses, retracted her legs on purpose, and muttered in a low voice, "What's the matter, I said it would itch."

Hermione didn't stand up immediately after Faith withdrew her leg, but just sighed silently, "It would be great if I could have a little more knowledge about spells at that time."

"Miss Know-it-all, please don't sigh at my legs, can you?" Faith couldn't see the other party's sluggish look, she stretched out two fingers, and poked Miss Granger's soft cheeks, trying to lift the corners of the other party's downturned mouth.

"How long have you been exposed to magic, and my left hand is still in good condition, isn't it all thanks to your clever mind, besides, Sonny has forgotten about it, why do you mind?"

After finishing speaking, he deliberately pretended to be angry and stared at the other party, "You don't think you dislike me, look at your frowning face, if you dare to dislike me, then you are finished, do you hear me?"

Hermione's tense spine slowly relaxed, she looked up at Faise and smiled, "I definitely won't."

Chapter 270

The progress of the thesis in the afternoon became extremely smooth after Hermione intervened slightly, but Faise still left her presence in the library, dormitory and small garden——Hermione only accompanied her from head to tail, and went to I asked Harry to explain.

Fortunately, she didn't have to eat the sixth meal of the day, and if she moved on, in order to avoid "self", she might have to ride a broom into the women's toilet on the third floor to read.

The advantage of magic is that her quill is almost bald, and the ink has not been broken once, but there are many scraps of parchment around her.

Faith raised her hand and rubbed her sore eyes. When she was stretching, she could clearly hear crackling sounds from her shoulders and waist, which made Hermione raise her eyebrows in surprise.

"Don't dislocate yourself."

"How is it possible... Not everyone is like you, who can stay for hours with a concave shape. If it weren't for your physical needs, I would doubt whether you are a product of magic."

Faise jokingly complained that she had changed countless sitting positions in the past ten hours. When she was in the dormitory just now, if it wasn't because of her physical strength, she even wanted to hang upside down on the broom to write, in order to relieve the numbness and itching knee.

"No, no, Mrs. Granger and Mr. Granger are not wizards. Then you are probably a product of technology. Is there some barcode printed somewhere..." Faith pretended to push it with her ring finger with a serious face. Glasses.

"I think you are really stupid for writing," Hermione gave the other party a blank look, and she was not in the mood to continue reading the book in her hand just by the last light of the setting sun.

Of course, it is more likely because the above content is a new chapter about palmistry and divination.

Standing up and patted the skirt with a few more folds, Hermione suddenly thought of something, deliberately leaned forward with the book in her arms, and whispered in Faise's ear, "Do you still not know if I have a barcode on me?" ?”

Who knows?Clear what?How clear?

The series of questions in her head stunned Faise, who was content to hold her thesis and was enjoying herself. She didn't react until she saw the look of complacency and teasing in the other party's eyes——

I was molested by Hermione!

And her messy head is still speechless to fight back!

Although in Faise's imagination, she had already used actual actions to check whether there was a barcode, so that Miss Granger would never dare to speak nonsense in front of her again, but the reality is...

She slipped away without looking back.

The wind was blowing under his feet, which showed that Madam Pomfrey's medicine took effect very quickly.

"Face, wait for me," Hermione said with a deep smile, and chased after him in a few steps, "Didn't you still say that you would accompany me to find Professor McGonagall to get Harry's Firebolt?" Come back."

Shake it off, you can't shake it off.

Even if she got angry, she would only tire herself to death. Faise was just a little bit annoyed, and it didn't take a few minutes for her to be coaxed again.

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

The process of finding Professor McGonagall to get the Firebolt back was exceptionally smooth, thanks to Professor Snape who 'coincidentally' was there that day - he was trying to make trouble for a Mr. Savior who got along day and night during the holiday.

A reminder of Professor Snape's eccentricity - Gryffindor hadn't won the Quidditch Cup in eight years.

It was enough to make Professor McGonagall, who was checking carefully with a spell, want to send the broom to Harry himself immediately, and to motivate him well. In the next duel with the Eagle Academy, he must not lose!

Fortunately, Harry did not live up to Professor McGonagall's expectations.

No matter how hard the female Seeker riding Comet 260 operates, let alone competing on the same stage, she can't even touch Harry's clothes. The speed difference between the two is like a butterfly and a As big as a hummingbird.

The suffocating sense of powerlessness made Faise in the audience feel sorry for that girl.

In fact, the opponent's skill level is really good. In the previous match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, Cedric even lost to her because of a gap in size.

In this game, although Harry's Firebolt was particularly eye-catching, Gryffindor's supporters were unusually small.

Leaving aside Slytherin and Ravenclaw, who were always at odds with them, Hufflepuff, who had always been amicable, even rang out in the audience at the moment Harry caught the golden snitch. Several hisses.

But there was no way around it, because Gryffindor always said that the game they lost was due to the absence of their Seeker, and against Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff did lose.

This time Harry easily crushed Qiu Zhang, which seemed to confirm what Gryffindor said - their victory was picked.

Because of this, the good image Mr. Savior built up in the hearts of the Hufflepuffs last year collapsed again. Almost all Hufflepuffs felt sorry for the downcast female Seeker. Cedric even Specially went to comfort the opponent after the game.

But no amount of booing could suppress the excitement of the Gryffindors. They cheered for the victory and for Harry's heroic performance. The expressions of pride and excitement were on the faces of almost every member of the Lion House.

Except for two people - Hermione and Ron.

It wasn't that they weren't happy for Harry, they were just unhappy that they were forced to sit next to each other.

Yes, they had a fight, again, and it was a hell of a lot - no Gryffindor who'd been in the dormitories and the common room lately didn't know about it.

Because Ron's excited yelling and Hermione's loud sarcasm almost resounded through the entire tower.

They quarreled more violently than ever before, and it was difficult for even Harry and Faise to get a foot in the door, or even to mention another person in front of them.

The reason is naturally the hidden dangers that have existed this semester-Banban and Crookshanks.

The difference was that Scabbers had really disappeared this time, and there were still spots of blood on Ron's bed sheet.

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

The author's words:

Went for dinner with colleagues today and was lucky enough to be presented with jellyfish by the clerk.

At that time, the boss told me that the last time he brought his daughter, he also received it, and it was impossible to feed it, and it turned into water within two days after taking it home.

I said: It’s okay, I understand, I’m mentally prepared, just let it go

After returning home, watching the little guy float, float, float, really cute...

In the end, I couldn't hold back, and spent huge sums of money on Taobao to place an order for raising jellyfish suits

Hold on!Food is on the way!

Chapter 270 Two Guardian God

"It looks a bit like a big mouse..."

Tarsila and Miriam leaned their heads together in front of the table, and their curious eyes stared straight at the little silvery-white 'creature' on the table. They didn't even dare to breathe hard, for fear that they would blow it away in one breath. .

"Mouse?" Hermione frowned, and the corners of her upturned mouth drooped. "This is an otter. I have checked a lot of biological encyclopedias. Please don't describe it as such a stupid and cunning creature!"

Following her excited tone, the otter's figure that was originally lying on the table fluctuated immediately, like a nebula shattering, and silver-white flashes continued to dissipate from the edge into the air.

Tarsila and Miriam were not so sensitive to Hermione's mood swings - they had long been used to it, and 'mouse' was one of the newly added words that should not be mentioned.

It's just that the patron saint who was gradually disappearing in front of his eyes made the two girls flustered, and they immediately turned their eyes to the other person for help.

"Alright, Hermione," Faith looked at the angry Miss Granger, stretched out her hand and tugged on the other's cuff, "Do you still remember what Professor McGonagall said, keep a positive mood."

Hermione, whose thoughts were interrupted, noticed the patron saint who had almost turned into a cloud of mist.

She quickly clenched her wand and murmured a few words in her heart - don't think about those bad things, think about happy things, happy things!

The silver-white mist and light spots seemed to be absorbed back to the patron saint, and the otter stabilized its figure again. Its four small claws focused on the mid-air, and it turned around Hermione's arm as if swimming in water. After a circle, it finally hovered over Faise's shoulder.

"Wow!"

The two girls nodded in admiration, and their envious eyes immediately gathered at Faith.

Tarsila leaned her head up again, and she stretched out her fingers tremblingly, wanting to poke the otter's little round nose, "Can I touch it?"

However, her hand was slapped off by Hermione in mid-air, and Miss Know-it-all wrinkled her nose in disgust, "Did you listen to what I just said, this is the Patronus! Unless you are a dementor or Voldemort bat, otherwise it would be impossible to touch it."