Hufflepuff never works overtime

Hermione raised her slender eyebrows. To get such an evaluation from Faise's mouth, it seemed that Professor Snape was not so strict.

You must know that when she was in elementary school, she was detained by the physical education teacher for two consecutive months. With the speed of walking beside her, she could keep up with the speed of the opponent's final sprint in the long-distance running.Even so, Faith didn't think about dropping out of school or skipping classes, but occasionally she muttered to herself, 'One day I will send this annoying big bald head to heaven with an inflatable spell'.

"From the beginning of his opening speech, there is something wrong everywhere. Anyone with eyes can find that he is not easy to provoke. The whole class is dead from beginning to end. My God, everyone put their heads down I wish that the other party would treat me as a transparent person, and even Ravenclaw would not want to raise his hand to speak in his class..."

The first class time at Hogwarts is set at a very friendly nine o’clock, but Hufflepuff, who longs for warmth, always has one or two children who get caught in the bed and arrive after the classroom bell has rung. Late.

Today, the two boys with a little bread crumbs on their mouths didn't know what they were going to face when they hurried into the classroom.

They became the first pair of victims in Potions class. After being severely scolded, they were mercilessly kicked out of the classroom by Professor Snape, and he even threatened that if they dared to do it next time, they would be killed. will be dismissed directly.

"I may be the biggest unlucky person in this world."

Faith's voice trembled a little. She didn't know where her name attracted this 'Black Bolt'—the new nickname she thought of for Professor Snape after class, and when the other party used those sharp pair of After looking through the roster with her eyes, she somehow became the key 'care' object of the other party.

"After he yelled my name, things got really bad..."

As soon as Faith closed her eyes now, the words that were three parts mocking, three parts cool and four parts careless echoed in her mind, 'Is your brain lost on the way to the classroom, Miss Orest? . '

Faise didn't know that her ignorance could become so in the professor's mouth, and she couldn't remember how many times she was called to answer questions.

Every time, almost as soon as her butt touched the seat, she heard the whisper from the abyss again.

Even at the end of Potions class, it took almost all of her strength to keep herself from running out of the window.

After this get out of class was over, even the Ravenclaw students came to express their condolences to her. It can be said that Faise's name was completely remembered by the first-year students of the two colleges.

"I would rather not have this kind of honor, please let me go."

Fortunately, unlike the boy before, he contributed 10 points to Hufflepuff's pointless score - of course it was deducted backwards.Professor Snape didn't take any substantive punishment measures against her except for his taunting words. The other party also answered the students' questions that Faise failed to answer.

After telling Hermione about the tragic experience in the morning, Faise completely collapsed on the other's shoulder, and murmured blankly, "I promise you anything, Hermione, will you go to Potions class for me?" ,I beg you."

"Dream!" The head was moved back to its proper place by the ruthless Miss Granger, even if she felt very sympathetic to Faith's experience, it was still impossible for the little lion to break his own principles.

Faith couldn't help feeling hopeless about her future destiny, and once again let out a deep sigh.

"Ugh……"

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The author's words:

When I was researching spells, I checked some Latin for no reason. I didn’t expect it to come in handy when I was reviewing private international law. My roommates looked at me strangely.

Chapter 41 Flight Lessons

On Friday afternoon, after finishing the spell lesson with Slytherin, the little guys in yellow hoods, like birds being released from their cages, scrambled to the lawn outside the castle—there This is where their first flying lessons were taught.

The appearance of them rushing out of the classroom not only made Slytherin, who was still neatly arranging the books, look sideways, but also made Professor Flitwick on the podium doubt whether there was something wrong with his class content.

At Hogwarts in early September, the chill had already quietly arrived with the wind. Although the children hadn't changed into seasonal clothes and their faces were flushed red from the cold, the excited discussions still didn't stop.

As the class time approached, from time to time a few Ravenclaw students joined the main force. Of course, compared to the eagerly awaited Badger House, most of them were complaining about the unreasonable arrangement of Hogwarts classes , why there is actually a class time that is forced to be separated from my dear books...

"I heard that when Gryffindor was in class yesterday, a boy fell off the broomstick due to mismanagement in the flying class. As a result, his arm was broken and he was sent to the school hospital directly!"

Seeing Tarsila being surrounded by the crowd, sharing the exclusive news she got with relish, Faith and Miriam beside her looked at each other helplessly.

"I knew something would happen. As soon as we came to school, we let people who have never touched a broom try to fly. This is too lacking in safety awareness." A Ravenclaw boy with thick glasses said with a sad face .

"But it is said that the savior who had never tried flying yesterday performed wonderfully in the duel with Slytherin! You must know that the young master of the Malfoy family claims to have grown up on a broom."

"Looking at her smug look, those who didn't know thought she had witnessed that scene with her own eyes," Milian complained softly in Faith's ear, "When Granger mentioned it yesterday, didn't she still Believe it..."

"They don't seem to get along well, but I don't think Hermione hates Tarsila, and it's nice to have someone bicker with her."

Faith smiled, and every time the little lion choked the other party speechless, he would stand beside him with his head held high, assuming a victorious posture, and then he would secretly ask himself if the other party was angry. The child is so cute.

"Yes, you can also share our pressure..."

Miriam listened to Tarsila vividly talking about the scene where the two were fighting for memory balls, looked at each other's exaggerated actions, and shook her head amusedly.

She knew that the reason why Tusila was against Granger was nothing more than jealousy, but the kind-hearted Tarsila couldn't say anything harsh, but she couldn't help herself from always trying to scare the other party.

Granger was also a very serious person, and he didn't want to see her always sticking to Orest's side, not to mention that the other party would object to everything he said, and there were all kinds of reasons.

So as long as the four of them stayed together—Tasila couldn't help but pull Miriam into it—the bickering between the two was the background sound of homework.

At such a time, they could only smooth things over by themselves and Faise, otherwise they would be the ones arguing, and Mrs. Pince was kicked out of the library because of the noise, and the embarrassment belonged to everyone.

"I'm not interested in riding a broomstick and flying around in the sky. It would be great if I could stand below and watch you play." Miriam said with a lack of interest. She didn't want her embarrassing side to be seen by others.

"I'm still looking forward to it." Faith smiled shyly, although she was also a little worried about whether she would be able to perform decently - after all, even Hermione felt a little tricky about flying lessons, but she was able to rely on just one Let yourself enjoy the feeling of flying with just a broom, this is probably something most children in the Muggle world have imagined.

"Okay, students, it's time for us to go to class, stand behind those two rows of brooms."

"Good afternoon, Mrs Hooch."

After the brief greeting, Mrs. Hooch's class style was like her sharp short hair, and she went straight to the topic without delay.

"What are you waiting for, stand to the left of your broomsticks, place your right hand over the broomsticks, and say 'up'."

The sounds of trying were soon intertwined on the lawn, but unexpectedly, although many Ravenclaw children looked reluctant, they fulfilled the teacher's requirements very well-this may be Relating to the fact that most of them came from wizarding families.

"rise!"

After being corrected by Mrs. Hooch, Faise also quickly mastered the trick. Her broom leaped from the ground at an extremely fast speed, and then was firmly held in the palm of her hand.

She raised her head excitedly, and exchanged glances with Miriam, who also happened to succeed beside her, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief—at least they didn't have to receive individual guidance in front of the whole class.

As for Tarsila's progress, her progress was not so ideal. Her broom seemed to have been bruised. As long as she dared to speak, it would bounce off the ground and hit her arm hard, before falling back to the ground again.

By the time everyone is ready, most of the class time has passed.

Faith straddled her broom, holding the handle tightly with both hands in front of her. The broom floating in the air seemed to sense her eagerness to try, and briefly took her feet off the ground, and landed steadily again. put it down.

She nervously wiped the sweat of her palms on her wizard robe, waiting for the teacher's password.

"Beep-"

As the whistle sounded, several figures were suddenly lifted into the air, screaming in terror.

Their brooms are bouncing up and down in the air at almost 90 degrees, like an unruly horse trying to throw off its disgruntled rider.

Mrs. Huo Qi shook her head helplessly, and took out her staff to rescue them one by one. She would not let yesterday's teaching mistakes happen again.

"call……"

Having no time to pay attention to other people's movements, Faith's mind echoed Mrs. Hooch's teaching just now.

Gently exerting force on her straight arms, and kicking her feet vigorously, the broom under her body lifted her up smoothly, and slowly flew into the air.

Driven by nervousness at first, she only dared to ascend and descend slightly, but after getting used to it for a while, Faise gradually felt that she could control the broom under her body, and she began to try to hover in one place.

The breeze brushed the broken hair on her forehead, and her tense body slowly relaxed.

Except that the seat of the beginner's broom was not so comfortable, Faise felt that she was going to be obsessed with the feeling of soaring in the air. Compared with when she was running, she felt that her whole body was bound to this earth, and her body was so heavy that she fell straight down. She is addicted to being free to fly.

So much so that when Mrs. Hooch gave the order to return to the ground, she still felt a little unsatisfied, and deliberately made a long detour before reluctantly controlling the broom to land, ending her first flight.

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The author's words:

Before going to bed, I suddenly found out that a boss gave a reward for a dog food Σ(っ°Д °;)っ

Conscience issued a voice of condemnation "Gageng"

It should be tonight or tomorrow night, good night everyone~

Chapter 42 Change

"Ugh……"

The duet of sighs sounded from her left side and the seat opposite at the same time. Faise glanced at the potion-related reference books stacked high on the table in front of Hermione, and twitched the corners of her mouth clearly. The contents of the memory spell.

Tarsila expected someone to ask why she was sighing, but the three people around her seemed to be unable to hear, each doing their own thing.

It seems that this topic has to be provoked by herself. She selected the target and cleared her throat.

"Hey, you look heavy today, did you encounter something that didn't go your way? Say it to make everyone happy, cough, no, let's discuss it."

Hermione's slender eyebrows were raised slightly, and she didn't have any intention of answering her. She didn't even bother to raise her head, and continued to sort out the main points of the morning class.

"Hey... wool roll, did you hear me?"

Tarsila poked Hermione with the top of her quill, and she had been engrossed in her inquiry about daffodil root powder and wormwood infusion in Potions class.

Faith could see the undisguised disdainful eyes of the little lion and the raised forehead lines on her forehead. She put her hand between her brows with some amusement and said softly, "If Mrs. Granger sees it, she will chat again. Damn you."

"Hmm," Hermione's brows immediately relaxed, she retracted the hand that was touched by the quill, and closed the notes that had been sorted out by the way, lying on Faise's hand curiously, "How are you doing?" ?need my help?"

"What is more valuable now is the part about memory modification and forgetting, according to the difference between the two..."

Tarsila on the opposite side saw that the two of them were about to start chatting again. Not only did she not understand, but it also made her fully feel her own ignorance, so she tried to attract the other party's attention again, "Wool roll, just talk to me... ..."

"I have the name Hermione Granger!" Hermione glared at the other party. She thought this impolite guy was really annoying, and didn't she think she didn't have enough nicknames?

Finding that the other party stopped talking suddenly, Hermione was also worried about whether her tone was too harsh. She glanced at Faise quietly, and felt relieved when she didn't see any changes in her.

"Hermione?"

But Tarsila suddenly muttered some strange pronunciation, she couldn't bear it anymore, thinking that the other party was fooling herself, the little lion put the pen on the table heavily.

"It's her-my-oh-nee, not her-me-on!" She tried to make her articulate as clear as possible, and twisted the face of Faise who was giggling next to her, "If you can't read well If so, just call me Granger."

Seeing that both Faise and Miriam had noticed her mistake, Tarsila blushed for a moment.

"Hmph... Who do you look down on? Wool Roll." She pulled her lower eyelids and made a strange face, "Liu Wei Wei, I can call you whatever I want."

"You!" Hermione felt annoyed and amused at her choking, her big brown eyes opened bulging.

Just when Tarsila thought that the other party was finally about to explode and had a big fight with her.

Hermione suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down again as if nothing had happened, and even adjusted the seat so that she could straighten her back.

Under the table, Faith's hand was holding her tightly, and feeling that she had managed to control her temper, Hermione gave her a flaunting pinch and received a comforting pat.

Hmph, she doesn't want to argue with this immature ghost. If this quarrel continues, today's study time will be in vain.

Compared with Hermione, Tarsila didn't have that kind of treatment.

Finding that the other party was still trying to be provocative, Miriam slapped her on the head with her own notes, making the head of the meatball that she took care of so hard in the morning tremble.

"Hiss...you, what are you doing, this hurts so much."

"It was you who said you would come to the library with Orest and Granger, so I accompanied you." Milian didn't even look at her, and the usual smile disappeared from her face.

"If you don't want to study hard, you might as well get out of here with me."

The tone of the other party was very serious. Tarsila had never seen such a friend before, and she seemed a little at a loss for a while, "I see..."

Hermione also noticed the movement of the two people on the opposite side, subconsciously covered her smooth forehead, glanced at Faise beside her who was still reading seriously, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with her looking crazy? Hmm... Although it seems to be like this before, it won't be like today," Hermione asked softly in Faith's ear.

She thought about her choice of words, "So annoying."

"Maybe it's because you didn't perform well in the flying class?" Faith tilted her head and tapped the side of her face with a pen, thinking for a while. The other party seemed to have been listless since the end of the flying class, and now she suddenly became too energetic. some.

"Isn't this a normal thing?" Hermione felt a little confused. She didn't see that the guy opposite had any pursuit of grades. Ron's competitiveness and practical ability were stronger than hers.

"Hmph, anyway, Granger, you must have been flying smoothly, didn't you say yesterday that the savior was appreciated by Professor McGonagall on his first flight..."

Tarsila didn't know who she was having a temper with, she folded her hands on her chest, muttering, and Miriam on the side looked hopeless.

"Even Anthony... Even before, he was a crybaby following my ass, but since he came here, he has been able to behave so well. Really... Merlin is too unfair."

Knowing that she was throwing a temper tantrum, Miriam, who had heard complaints countless times, was not prepared to continue pampering her, and Faith didn't know what to say, so she could only pretend to scribble and change her notes.

Hermione saw that the two ignored her, and Tarsila got more and more angry, and sighed helplessly, so she had to say, "No? Actually, I'm not good at flying lessons... besides our class yesterday It's all messed up with Neville, no one has ever tried to fly except Harry and Malfoy, and I can't even ride a broomstick."

"Yes, that's right..." Tarsila seemed to have gained some comfort from the other party's more difficult experience, "Then you are also miserable."

"Why do you care about such things? If you always care about others, you can't be yourself. Mom often said that."

This is the first time that Hermione has said this kind of truth to others. After all, the one who is usually educated will be herself. She worked hard to brew her own words, so that she could not be too harsh to arouse her resistance, and could not be just rhetoric.

Hermione gave Faise an arm, motioning for her to say something too, but she only returned an encouraging smile.