Hufflepuff never works overtime

"At 9:37, little master," the rabbi's timid voice came from the door, "I'm sorry, the rabbi shouldn't disturb your rest, but Miss Granger said that she has something to look for you."

Faise looked at the other party with accusing eyes, it was not even ten o'clock!

Hermione raised her slender eyebrows. She got up early in the morning and came here after washing and cleaning. Who knew that this lazy cat would sleep until noon every day.

There was no room for the other party to lie down and go back to sleep, so Hermione mouthed 'get up soon'.

Faith felt that her head was getting bigger, she sighed silently, and said to the elf in a sleepy voice, "It's okay Rabbi, you go to work first, I'll get up soon."

"Good little master, the rabbi is going to prepare breakfast for you."

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually receding, Faise immediately said in a resentful tone, "It's summer vacation now... we agreed to go out and play in the afternoon."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Hermione said, but her behavior didn't show the slightest apology—she shook the glutinous rice balls out of the quilt, "Hurry up, the owl sent us a message this morning." Here is the list of items for next semester, and my mother said that she has no shift today, so she can take us to Diagon Alley."

"But I'm really sleepy..."

Although she still couldn't help complaining, but being manipulated by the other party, Faise was completely awake, and she simply sat up.

The messy blond hair was loose, and she combed it casually with her fingers, and then she returned to the appearance of seeing people.

Hermione stroked the other person's long hair with some envy. She had to spend a lot of time every morning on taking care of her curly hair, especially the rainy weather in England, which made her become passive if she didn't pay attention. Become a lion.

Seeing Faith who was still moaning after getting up, Hermione shoved her into the bathroom helplessly, and even wished she could squeeze the toothpaste and hand it to her.

"Hurry up,"

Before leaving, Hermione couldn't help telling the other party again, "You can't climb back to bed and go back to sleep!"

"Gulu Gulu... I know," Faith replied vaguely with a toothbrush in her mouth.

"You can't sleep in the bathtub either..."

"Know it!"

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The author's words:

Happy Chinese New Year everyone! ! !

There is another chapter to add tonight~

Chapter 78 Diagon Alley

After a thrilling journey, when Hermione got out of the car, she was staggering and couldn't stand on her feet.

If she had known that her mother was not going to take the subway, but would drive by herself, she might as well have just asked Faith to teleport it by the fireplace—she has always been interested in it.

Hermione rubbed her temples. She glanced at Faise standing beside her with a very relaxed expression, and sighed in disbelief, "I thought you'd definitely get motion sickness to the point where you fell down."

Faith showed a bitter smile, she helped the other party tidy up the crumpled cloak, patted Hermione on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "My Quidditch training last school year was not for nothing. "

"Then you won't feel dizzy at all now?"

Hermione asked curiously, knowing that no matter how many times she rode in her mother's car, she couldn't get used to it. She braked suddenly and started again several times along the way, and then she felt that her soul had been thrown out.

"No," Faith shook her head silently, "I'm just more able to hold back that uncomfortable feeling, and don't show it."

This is also a big problem she encountered after she started training. Unlike the flying experience in the classroom, which is just for fun, the speed in the Quidditch game is an important factor in determining the outcome.

Whether it is a seeker, a chaser, a batter or a goalkeeper, the game relies on their strong reflexes and skills, and flying at high speed with a broom is even the most basic requirement.

"Porter really belongs to the kind of natural seeker. Almost all the players who can play in our academy have been trained for several years. I have been practicing for a whole year and I am still the most basic flight training. I haven't even touched the ball. A few times."

Faise's expression was a little helpless, maybe this was the difference in talent.

"Don't give up!" Hermione was afraid that the other party would lose her enthusiasm for Quidditch. This can be regarded as the only sport that Faith has actively participated in since she was a child. You must know that she really screwed up because of the other party's health problems. Heart.

"You also said that those who can play have been training for several years. When I saw you training before, I thought you were already flying very well?"

Faise shook her head silently, "What you saw was probably precision training. I couldn't lift it up during speed training. I don't know if it's because of the broom or because I can't get over the hurdle in my heart."

This stumped Miss Know-It-All, she didn't have much enthusiasm for flying lessons, a subject that only required a pass, and she simply read one or two books about Quidditch competitions—this sport is weird The rules are hard for her to understand.

"Maybe next time I meet Harry, I can ask him for you, some of his experiences while flying..."

"Thank you, Hermione, don't worry, I have no intention of giving up yet." Faise smiled at the other party. She herself is not very competitive, but she really likes the sound of the wind whistling in her ears and the whistling of her heart. The feeling of jumping wildly with a ball, so her enthusiasm has not been dampened by not being able to play.

"Okay kids, let's go." After parking the car, Mrs. Granger hurriedly ran towards the two of them. She touched her pocket and confirmed that the key was indeed still on her body.

The three of them walked to the door of a dilapidated bar, its old-fashioned wooden facade seemed out of place on Charing Cross Road where most of the shops had been renovated.

However, people on the street seemed to completely ignore its existence. Occasionally, some people cast suspicious glances, and it was more like observing Hermione's strange attire—she had already put on the cloak impatiently in the car.

"Face, put on your cloak quickly!" Hermione's expression was very excited. As soon as they approached, the dark signboard of the bar showed a pattern of a cauldron, and it was written in paint-stained characters - broken Cauldron Bar /Leaky Cauldron/.

Mrs. Granger walked in the front and pushed open the door of the bar. Her mood was much more relaxed than when she first came here. She caused unnecessary trouble to a child, and she also changed into a rather medieval costume.

Faith looked at the interior of the bar with some curiosity. The dim interior smelled of burning candles and alcohol. She leaned her body a little towards Hermione. Apart from going to school, this was the first time she had come to this bar. The place of wizards.

The wizards who were chatting didn't notice them. There were too many people coming and going to Diagon Alley every day. The combination of two little wizards and a Muggle was not unusual.

"Mom, let me come!"

The three walked to the back door of the bar, and Hermione offered to propose.

Mrs. Granger smiled and nodded to her in agreement. Noticing Faith's tense expression, she secretly stood beside her and whispered, "I was more excited than Hermione when I saw it for the first time. It's almost like It's like a dream."

Although Faise didn't know what the other party was referring to, she nodded politely.

As Hermione tapped her wand on several weather-beaten-looking bricks, the bricks in the wall suddenly moved irregularly, eventually forming an archway.

Hermione turned her head to look at the amazed Faith, and rolled her eyes with a smile, "It's cool, I'll let you knock next time."

In front of you is a street paved with cobblestones. Shops of different shapes stand on both sides of the street. Pedestrians are dressed like wizards in movies, and their wide brims sometimes bump into each other by mistake.

"Wow... so there are so many wizards in England?" Faith sighed softly in Hermione's ear.

"It's not because you don't want to get up early," Hermione said, pointing to the children on the street who also wore the Hogwarts school badge cloak, "They should be here to buy school supplies for the next semester, just like us."

"Okay, blame me." Faith shrugged nonchalantly.

"Children, where are you going first?" Mrs. Granger asked the two.

Hermione cast her eyes on Faise, who frowned in embarrassment, "I may need to go to Gringotts to withdraw money first, the rabbi said that place is similar to a wizard's bank, right?"

"Hmm," Hermione nodded, "Did you remember the withdrawal steps she told you before going out? Do you need me to accompany you?"

"It's all right," Faise waved her hand quickly, and she even took a note about it, "I'll just come and find you later, I still have a lot of things to buy today."

"You promised me, the wand wants me to buy it with you!"

Hermione hastily tugged at the other party's sleeve, and told her seriously that she was afraid that when the other party came back, she would have already bought the wand by the way.

"I know, you've nagged me countless times on the way here." Faith smiled and nodded, she almost raised her hand to swear.

"Then I'll wait for you at Lihen Bookstore!"

Hermione stood on tiptoe and pointed her finger at the shop where the family was coming and going, with a look of anticipation on her face, "Don't worry, I can stay in there for a whole day, just come to me when the time comes!"

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The author's words:

After checking the information today, I found out that the speed of Nimbus 1000 is about 160km/h. The broom Harry used in the first season was even Nimbus 2000, which is too scary...

You must know that we usually only ride a roller coaster at about 90km/h, so will the spine really not be broken?Didn't see any magic they performed?

Chapter 79

Entering the Gringotts vault was like riding an uninsured roller coaster. Faith, led by a strange-looking goblin dressed in a suit and leather shoes, opened the vault's door.

Glittering in front of her were more than 3700 gold galleons—this was the amount she had learned from the rabbi, the amount of deposits in the Orest family.

I have to emphasize that although she is not a very materialistic person, when the lantern in her hand shines on the Galleon, and the coins inside reflect the dazzling light, Faise still can't help but cry out. sighed.

"Merlin's beard..."

"And here are all the things you keep at Gringotts."

Taking back her own key from Mr. Fairy's hand, Faise carefully put it into the inside pocket of her clothes, and she took out another cloth bag.

Slowly approaching the pile of gold coins, it can be seen that some of them have been taken away.

She counted them carefully one by one, and put them into the cloth bag in stacks of 10. When she counted to 70, Fey hesitated, but took 5 again.

After weighing the heavy cloth bag in her hand, Faith let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had accomplished a great event.

This is the pocket money she planned for the entire school year with reference to last year's expenses. Of course, most of it is the funds used for today's purchases.

When she thought that after school started, hundreds of gold coins would be taken away as her second-year food and accommodation expenses, she felt like her heart was bleeding.

Next semester... I must spend my school well and try to earn all my money back!

When her mother was alive, she saved more than 4000 Galleons for her. Although it was not a huge amount compared to Potter, it was the best effort Irene could make for her daughter's future.

And today, although her life cannot be said to be stretched, it is indeed time to learn to plan her own property.

The purchase of essentials and daily necessities at home has always been handed over to the rabbi. The house elves are obviously not used to using Muggle currency. Except for some cash at home for emergencies, they have no savings in pounds at all.

In addition to the conspicuous pile of Galleons in the vault, there were also some strange and unknown utensils.

Her mother had told her that it was a collection that could be sold when the family was in dire straits—mostly Apettos had dropped by the Greengrass house.

But Faise has no plans to do that now, not to mention that it is something left by her father, even if she really wants to sell it, she doesn't know who to sell it to.

Moreover, if someone from the Greengrass family finds out, then she may be in a lot of trouble in the days to come...

After coming out of Gringotts, Faise went straight into the potion shop beside her. The rabbi gave her a list before setting off. The first part on it was the potions that needed to be replenished and replaced.

The price of the finished potions in the Potions Shop was terribly high, so that when Faise paid the money, she began to hesitate whether to steal a lesson from Professor Snape next semester.

Just some commonly used medicines cost her more than a dozen Galleons.

Faith glanced at her shopping list and sighed silently. Below the potion was a long list of book titles.

"I Can Be Magical", "A Year with the Snowman in Tibet", "Traveling with the Vampire"...

These books are not serious textbooks just by their titles. Another thing they have in common is that they are all written by Gilderoy Lockhart, and they need to be purchased by students as Hogwarts second-year textbooks.

There were a lot of textbooks that my father used when he was in school. She could have saved a lot of money, but because of this inexplicable Mr. Lockhart, her shopping list was suddenly bloated.

That's a whole 9 books!

Besides the one she already had at home, she would have to pay for another eight books...

Faith could only pray in her heart that they would not be very expensive, otherwise she would have little pocket money left for this year.

This sinful Mr. Liar, how can he write so well?

Principal Dumbledore might be crazy. Could it be that in order to prevent the teacher he hired from being a follower of Voldemort, he simply chose a liar who no one would like to teach?

Besides, Faise couldn't figure out what kind of class the next semester needed to learn 9 textbooks in a school year. Even if he could barely finish teaching, what about the scope of the exam?

Is it possible to test the nonsense made up by this liar?

On the way to the bookstore, Faise murmured in her heart, looking around at the bustling shops on both sides of the street.

At a glance, she saw the latest version of the Quidditch broom in the display case - Nimbus 2001, which was even newer than Potter's.

The feet seemed to be glued, firmly stuck to the ground. Faith and several children younger than her stood in front of the glass window, looking at it in a daze.

Until a little boy next to her was dragged away by his mother, she could still see the little boy staring back at the broom reluctantly.

Faise hesitated for a moment, and with the mentality that she had no money to buy anyway and just had a look, she opened the door and walked into the store.

The clerk was very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that Faise regretted stepping in. She knew very well that she couldn't afford any of the brooms, because even the most basic models had triple-digit prices.

It's okay, I can't fly fast anyway, and those good brooms are just a waste in my hands.

In the end, she could only comfort herself with such words, and then walked out of the shop silently.

The advantage of joining the Quidditch team is that even if she doesn't have the money to buy her own broom, she is still eligible to use the school's public practice broom.

Walking down the street with a package full of potions and a sack of money in her hand made Faise feel a little uneasy, and she decided to meet Hermione before buying the remaining cloaks and wands.

Although she had planned this in her heart, on the way forward, a shop with rather random goods immediately attracted her attention—a wide variety of owls in different shapes are just so carefree without a cage. stand on a shelf.

Faise stopped at the door of the store, and stared at a little brown and black guy. The other guy suddenly tilted his head, spread his wings and waved a few times, as if saying to her, "Customer!" Officer, come in and take a look~'.