Hufflepuff never works overtime

Faise noticed the other party's gradually sluggish expression, and hurriedly explained, "But I may not be able to play, I'll just be a substitute in the back, and there's a high probability that I'll just sit from the beginning to the end."

"That's amazing!" Hermione didn't care about this, although her friend became Gryffindor's Seeker in the first grade-this is inseparable from Harry's extraordinary talent, but This did not prevent her from being happy for Faith.

"That's pretty cool, if you're on the field and I cheer for you to stop the ball, will the people next to me kick me out of the Gryffindor stand?"

I don't know if the little lion didn't listen to his premise, but Faise still felt very happy. After all, the other party was sincerely happy for her, "Hufflepuff will always leave a place for you."

"I have to discuss with Tarsila, what kind of cheering flag do you want?" Hermione couldn't wait to open her notebook. She designed a cheering picture for Harry when he played in the first year. That flag is still kept in his dormitory.

"Hermione...I've already said that she might not be able to play." Feise said coquettishly, pulling the corner of the other party's clothes and swaying it lightly.

Of course, she also participated in the drawing of the Porter cheering flag last year—passing crayons and tying quicksand together. The friendship is certainly touching, but she still does not want to make her name public in the public eye. Flying in the air, especially when she was playing for the first time, she was not sure that she could behave properly.

"It's okay, do you remember Ron's twin brothers?" Hermione looked at each other's puzzled eyes, nodded with a smirk, "They are our Gryffindor batsmen, I don't think they would mind Do me a little favor."

"You're smiling like the heir to the Chamber of Secrets now, Hermione, please calm down." Faith whispered, since the other party entered Gryffindor, why did she feel that the little lion was becoming less and less like the rule-oriented one before? Miss Perfect.

"Cough," Hermione coughed softly, and she looked at Faise suspiciously, "You really don't want to play? I mean... it's really meaningful to be able to represent the academy in the competition."

"I know, but I have to admit that senior Leviathan's skills and physique are much better than mine..."

Faith played with her quill that was about to become bald, and her expression revealed a little unwillingness, "Although he has always taken care of me—after all, he was the one who tricked me into the goalkeeper position, and this time it was him and Cedric's senior They persuaded the captain to let some of our second graders serve as reserves."

"It's okay, Faith, I believe you will make it through. They will take the OWL exam in the fifth grade, and you will definitely be the official goalkeeper in the team at that time!"

"Even then, it's not that my ability as a goalkeeper surpasses the senior, it's just that he had to quit, so I'm the only one left, and maybe next year or the year after that there will suddenly be a talented goalkeeper in Hufflepuff... "

As Faise spoke, she fell down on the table in frustration. She knew she shouldn't care so much, but she couldn't talk about it with anyone except Hermione—it seemed like she wanted too much when talking to the team members. Miriam already had a bad relationship with her brother, let alone herself. As for Tarsila... forget it.

Like Seeker, Goalkeeper has only one position in a team, which means that those who are qualified are appointed and those who are not are eliminated as a matter of course.

Just like Gryffindor, after Harry joined the team, the original Seeker directly withdrew from the team—although he had no interest in Quidditch at first, and was only pulled by Wood to make up the number, but this year I heard that the Seeker The position of the golfer is not registered at all.

The reason is obvious. With Harry Potter on the team for a day, they will always be just substitutes. But who would be willing to spend nearly half of their rest time on training for a possible chance to play.

"That's not right, Fayce."

Her cheeks were rubbed back and forth by the warm palms of the other party, and Faise knew what the other party would say to her. Hard work has always been a necessary factor for Miss Granger's success, and the other party never seemed to consider the situation that she would not be rewarded after investing.

"Whether you can fly or not, I will be proud of you!"

Hearing what Hermione said, Faise felt a little hot in the face, and she couldn't help stuffing her hands into the other's hood, "I'll get you my courtyard uniform, if I appear on stage, you Into the Hufflepuff viewing stand."

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There is another update tonight~

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Every year the Hogwarts Quidditch Houses kick off with a Slytherin-Gryffindor match, and these two houses are indeed the most enthusiastic about it, and have to admit they are the best performers.

However, last year was still a close match. After all Slytherins replaced Nimbus 2001 this year, the balance of victory was tilted towards Snake Court from the very beginning.

"That's not fair, their broom speed is obviously much faster than Gryffindor..." Tarsila said indignantly in the audience, now the score has been pulled to 30 to 80, Gryffindor A full 5 balls behind.

"It can't be helped. When Harry used the Nimbus 2000 last year, our Seekers couldn't even catch up with the tail of his broom." Faith pulled Astoria, who was halfway out of the auditorium When she came back, her own focus throughout the whole process was actually on the goalkeepers on both sides.

"Slytherin scored another goal and they lead Gryffindor 90-30!"

Another piece of bad news came, and there were cheers from the Hufflepuff audience. It wasn't that the Gryffindor's goalkeeper was too weak, but that even if his eyes and reactions could keep up with the speed of the opponent, the Gryffindor's goalkeeper was too weak. My broom can't keep up.

"The game is like this, and equipment is also part of it. It can only be said that under such circumstances, Gryffindor can no longer drag on and attack Slytherin's flaws."

Speaking of flaws, the four of them focused their attention on the somewhat abrupt blond boy flying in formation in Slytherin. Malfoy was smiling arrogantly on the broom, and he even stayed in mid-air to talk to Harry next to him. Initiating a provocation, he didn't notice a golden ball passing by his head at all.

Today's Bludger's flight path is particularly strange, as if it was chasing Harry, Faith murmured in her heart, she deliberately glanced at Professor Snape in the opposite audience, and the other party was not reciting the counter-curse. what.

Maybe it's just my illusion...

"Slytherin's Seeker really sucks, he looks like he hasn't been trained much, he can't fly as fast as a chick." Astoria looked at Malfoy wobbly Following behind Harry, pouted a little dissatisfied.

"If Malfoy knows that he is being compared with your pet, he will probably die of anger." Tarsila grinned, wrapped her arms around Astoria's neck, and laughed wantonly.

"The Hippogriff will die of anger if it knows that it is being compared with Malfoy..." Miriam murmured silently at the side, and Faith couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"So, if the equipment is part of the game, then can I play Quidditch on a chicken?" Astoria turned to Faith curiously.

"A game with official rules like this is definitely not allowed..." Faith frowned and imagined a dozen magical animals flying in the air, and there might even be someone riding an invisible beast /Demiguise/, a curled-winged demon /Swooping Evil/ What.

"And if riding creatures is allowed, Quidditch will completely become a rich man's game, and it has nothing to do with the players' personal skills." Faith shook her head helplessly. I have seen a lot of magical animals whose danger level is above XXXX, but it is quite exciting to imagine it.

"Okay..." Astoria seemed to lose interest all of a sudden. She propped her face with her hands and watched the little red and green figures flying around in the sky.

"Oops, that Bludger looks really problematic..."

The Bludger behind Harry became more and more arrogant. It smashed through the Ravenclaw viewing platform. It was the other party who broke Quirrell's spell by mistake.

"Get down!"

A student in the front row suddenly let out a scream, and Harry rushed towards the auditorium with the sound of breaking through the air, and made a sharp turn in front of them, while the Bludger chasing behind him directly pierced through part of the Hufflepuff stand, nearly causing Zacharias, who was sitting on the edge, to fall.

"Hey! Eyes, you almost killed me!"

The irritable boy was supported by his roommate, he waved his fists at Harry who had already flown away and shouted angrily.

Harry didn't have the time to care so much, he perfunctorily put through Malfoy's taunts and the Bludger's attack, and even found the small golden ball that symbolized the hope of a comeback in the gap.

The two balls disappeared in the main battlefield almost in an instant. Except for the students screaming from time to time in each observation platform, it was almost impossible to locate them, let alone how the battle was going.

"Come on Harry, bump him bump him!"

Tarsila was pulling the edge of the stand, and with her dynamic vision, she could only see two figures, one red and one green, entangled like the wind and passing through the passage below.

Even though the dangerous Bludger was dangling around them, none of them was willing to give up the golden snitch within reach, which caused Astoria beside Faith to sigh.

"Well, he actually doesn't seem to be that bad at flying."

As soon as she finished speaking, Malfoy lost his balance because his broom hit a wooden frame, rushed out from under the Slytherin audience, and fell heavily on the grass on his buttocks.

Harry, who was still fighting the Golden Snitch, was not much better. Just a second before he was about to grab it, his hand was slammed by a Bludger flying from the side, causing him to hit him on the spot in pain. turn.

"That looks really painful..."

After Miriam whispered, the two girls beside her nodded involuntarily—although it was for different people.

But the victory was finally won by Gryffindor in the midst of Malfoy's sitting still and Harry's brave pounce. Slytherin's 110-point early advantage was declared useless under the excellent performance of Mr. Savior.

There was warm applause from the audience. It has to be said that the most exciting game is the comeback game.

Of course, there were many Gryffindors among them who just wished that the Slytherin students were a little uglier, preferably as green as their robes.

"What a fantastic game..."

Tarsila, who had yelled the whole game, collapsed on the seat, and Miriam, who was on the side, fanned the top of the other's head, which was about to get angry, "It's a good thing Potter's academy won, otherwise you will definitely sleep tonight I can't sleep anymore."

"But they can't let them win the next game, or I really won't be able to sleep, right Faith..."

Seeing the rioting Bludger smashed into the air by Hermione's spell, Faith, who had always been uneasy, finally breathed a sigh of relief, she nodded to Tarsila, "We will definitely do our best. "

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In the afternoon, I saw Professor Sprout's actor interview again, the dean is mighty...

Chapter 110 Plan

On Thursday morning, two consecutive potions classes ended. Faise had just stepped out of the classroom and was about to go back to the dormitory for a good night's sleep. She even asked her two roommates to bring some for lunch.

Stretching halfway, he was suddenly caught by Hermione who appeared at the door. The other party looked at Professor Snape at the podium, who was answering students' questions with a serious face, and then grabbed Faise and went to the stairs. run in the direction.

"Hermione, I'm so sleepy..."

Due to the unpredictability of the Hogwarts stairs, they paused on the way from the second floor to the third floor. Only then did Faise have the opportunity to express her appeal, "I'll talk about it at dinner if I have anything to do. I want to sleep well."

Hermione obviously didn't pay attention to the way she was listening, she dragged Faise up the stairs in a hurry, "I have something very important to tell you, isn't it History of Magic class, you can sleep as much as you want."

Looking at the other party with some disbelief, Faise murmured in a low voice, "This is not something you would normally say. You are not going to tell me some shocking secret again, are you?"

Hermione just smiled at her and didn't explain. Faith sighed and patted her face with her hands. It seems that today's nap plan must be in vain.

She was dragged into the women's bathroom on the third floor by Hermione, watching curiously as she mysteriously and carefully moved out a cauldron from the innermost compartment.

"What is this? Your Potions class homework?" Just as he was about to lament that the other party was working too hard, Professor Snape might say with emotion, 'If the operation is not standardized, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor'.

"No." Hermione checked that there was no problem with the boiling in the cauldron, and she breathed a long sigh of relief, "Really, why haven't Harry and Ron come yet..."

"Potter and Weasley are coming here too?"

Faith pointed at the space where the two of them were in surprise, and after receiving a nod of course from the other party, she covered her forehead, "This is the women's bathroom, Hermione, it seems that the two of them are not suitable for appearing here, so you just go Can't you change to a more reliable meeting place..."

"It's okay, because of Myrtle's relationship, people usually don't use it here, so it's perfect for us to make compound decoction here."

"What did you say?" Faise couldn't believe her ears. She took a closer look at the cauldron with the weird contents, and then immediately looked away in disgust. Even if it was a dead bug, she just turned from fear to loathing.

"I only found an idle copper crucible, and hope it can last 21 days of continuous cooking." Hermione stirred the lacewing worms in the crucible, and nodded in satisfaction.

Faith was full of doubts and couldn't be answered, so she could only shake the shoulders of the girl in front of her vigorously, "Be sober Hermione, compound soup is not pumpkin soup, you can boil it if you say it, and the women's toilet is not a boy's soup." Where it should be, Potter and Weasley will be regarded as perverts if they are seen by others."

"But we have already entered..."

The embarrassing voices of the two boys sounded behind Faise, she looked at them in shock, and after a while, she raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brow, "Forget it...so please explain to me, What kind of big move are you guys making again, and why did you suddenly think of coming to join me?"

The three Gryffindors exchanged glances, and finally decided that it would be more appropriate for Hermione to speak.

"We have no other choice, Faith..." Hermione rubbed her hands vigorously on her magic robe. Although there was no one else in the bathroom except them, she still moved her head to the other party's side, trying to create a secret atmosphere.

"Have you heard about Colin being petrified?"

"Hmm..." Faith nodded hesitantly, "Isn't that the day after Potter took down the Snitch? But the compound decoction is not a mandrake resurrection potion, what does it have to do with petrification? "

"We want to solve this matter from the source." Ron added on the side, his face still filled with a little pride.

"We all feel that Malfoy has something to do with the Chamber of Secrets, didn't you think so last time, and the heir to the Chamber of Secrets is the chief culprit who caused the petrified victims, in order to get some information from him, Harry and I returned Ron is going to use Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be a Slytherin student and sneak into their common room."

Faise looked at Hermione with a look of "Do you know what you are talking about" the whole time, and after listening to the other party's complete mental journey and plan, she was silent for a long time and spoke slowly.

"Although you said this plan in a tone of 'we're going to have apple pie tonight', I still have to remind you, Miss Granger, that Polyjuice Potion is a theoretical content that can only be learned in fifth grade, because I remember that it involves very rare medicinal materials, and it is simply not something that a few of us students can easily brew."

"That's why we need your help, Orest!" Ron said anxiously, "Aren't you a Hufflepuff? Your dean is still our professor of herbal medicine..."

"Just because I'm a Hufflepuff doesn't mean I'm Doraemon, Mr. Weasley," Faith added helplessly, seeing the puzzled faces of the three, "Professor Sprout It is impossible for us to come and go in and out of her herb room casually... Besides, I remember that the ingredients of the compound soup are not only herbs, Hermione, can you show me the formula?"

"Well, this is an excerpt from "Power Potion"." The other party dug out a brown notebook from the small satchel and handed it to Faith.

"How to keep the effect of the spell forever?" Faith looked at the colorful notes drawn by the other party, and asked with some doubts, "Why are you studying this kind of thing?"

"No, no, not this page," Hermione quickly snatched the book, flipped through a few pages hastily, and stuffed it back into Faise's hand, "This is the right one. I was curious, so I researched it, hahaha.”

Seeing the other party's awkward smile, Faise didn't bother to delve into it any further, and turned her attention back to the note in her hand.

"It's really the formula for Compound Potion... So what's the point of the school's restricted section? Anyone can read it."

She read the steps and medicinal ingredients carefully, and the other three patiently surrounded her, waiting for her reply.

Faise closed the notebook silently, and she nudged her glasses, "There is really no particularly complicated operation, at least with our current technical level, it can be done theoretically."

"That!" Harry looked very happy.

"However," Faith raised her hand, signaling to the other party not to be too happy, "I also guessed what kinds of medicinal materials you probably lacked—the sap grass picked during the full moon, bicorn horn powder and dried African Treesnake strips, are you?"

"In fact, we already got the bicorn horn powder through Ron's brother," Hermione added in a low voice, counting on her fingers, "the lacewings are already being processed, leeches, The two-ear grass leaf powder and other powders are also ready."

"It seems that you are determined to carry out this plan."

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There is another one tonight!

It's almost over, and the badger who sees the hope of getting off work cheers~╰(*°▽°*)╯

Chapter 110