Although these freshmen have all ridden broomsticks at home to some extent, it does not mean that they have truly mastered the essentials of flying.
In particular, Hogwarts' flying classes are often tasked with providing fresh blood for the Quidditch teams of various colleges.
Therefore, all bad habits and irregular movements must be corrected.
Otherwise, maybe it's no big deal to just fly around without confrontation on a regular basis.
But if you get on the court and get involved in a fierce competition, you will fall off the broom in a minute.
Breaking an arm or a leg is no big deal, at worst you can just reattach it and it's all over.
But if the neck is broken or the head is smashed and the person dies on the spot, the consequences will be quite serious.
Therefore, whenever she saw something wrong with the movements, Madam Hooch would immediately criticize them in a very harsh tone.
As expected, both Ron and Malfoy were corrected repeatedly, which made them feel quite embarrassed.
In contrast, freshmen from Muggle families strictly followed the requirements and maintained the standard riding posture, so they were rarely reprimanded.
After making a circle of corrections, Madam Hooch returned to the open space and said, "Now, listen to my whistle. When the whistle sounds, you push off the ground with force. Remember! Push hard! At the same time, hold the front end of the broom tightly, lean forward slightly, slowly everyone rise a few feet, and then fall vertically back to the ground. Three - two -"
However, Neville, who was clumsy in everything he did, was obviously too nervous. Before the whistle sounded, he subconsciously stomped his feet on the ground, and the whole person soared into the air more than ten meters high.
"Come back! Come back soon!"
Madam Hooch screamed nervously, obviously frightened by the scene.
She didn't want any accidents to happen in her class.
But unfortunately, Neville obviously did not have the ability to control the flying broom. Instead, he was controlled by the broom to fly higher and higher.
Finally, when he reached about thirty meters, he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. His face turned pale, he loosened his hands, and slammed heavily to the ground under the influence of gravity acceleration.
This height is equivalent to a nine-story building.
Not to mention a child, even if an adult fell down, it would be very dangerous.
Because it happened so suddenly, no one had time to react, and Madam Hooch couldn't even pull out her wand.
Just as poor Neville was about to have an intimate contact with the ground, a voice suddenly came from behind.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
moment!
Neville, who was probably only a few centimeters from the ground, suddenly stopped and did not actually hit it.
Some taller green grass even poked his nose and face.
I saw that Zuo Si had taken out his magic wand at some point, and I knew without asking that it was he who cast the levitation spell just now.
"A perfect levitation spell! Ten points to Slytherin!"
Seeing that Neville was fine, Madam Hooch breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly over and carefully helped him up from the ground.
It turned out that although Neville's body did not directly collide with the ground, one of his arms was still hit hard due to being swung around when falling.
I don't know if it's a fracture, but my wrist is obviously quite swollen.
Although this is already a serious injury in the Muggle world, it is obviously nothing for wizards. Generally speaking, it can be cured with just a few healing spells.
But out of caution, Madam Hooch decided to take Neville for a check-up immediately.
But before leaving, she turned around and warned the freshmen: "I am going to send this child to see Madam Pomfrey now. None of you are allowed to move until I come back! Put the flying brooms back in place! Otherwise, I promise that you will be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even see your first Quidditch game."
I have to say that this threat is still very deterrent.
After all, for a group of little kids, being expelled from school is like the end of the world, so they all look very honest.
At least during the time when Madam Hooch disappeared from sight, no one risked being fired by causing trouble.
But when the two of them walked away, Master Malfoy, who had been unable to hold back any longer, jumped out and sneered in his villainous tone, "Did you see the expression on that idiot's face just now? He couldn't even control his broomstick. He really brought shame to our pure-blood family. If I were him, I would have been too ashamed to continue staying in Hogwarts."
"Shut up! Malfoy!"
Parvati Patil, an Indian girl, shouted.
"Huh? What, you want to protect Longbottom? I didn't expect you would actually like a chubby little teardrop."
Pansy Parkinson, who was also from Slytherin house, also joined the battle, and just one sentence made her so angry that she was fuming.
When it comes to being sarcastic and confronting others, women are clearly born with an advantage over men.
Before long, the small-scale verbal dispute initiated by a few people turned into a tense confrontation between the two colleges.
Obviously, the scene described by Gustave Le Bon in his book "The Crowd" is happening among this group of little wizards.
No one knows what kind of magic potion the Hogwarts Sorting Hat put in their mouths, but in just a few days they turned themselves into members of their respective colleges and even developed a strong sense of identity.
"Hey! Soth! Aren't you going to take care of them?" Hermione couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"Who? In what capacity?"
Zuo Si raised two key questions with a smile.
Hermione was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the other party was not a perfect and seemed to be ostracized and isolated in Slytherin House.
But soon, she asked in an uncertain tone: "If a fight really breaks out later, who will you help?"
"I won't help anyone. I don't bother to care about such trivial matters. Anyway, the professors will come forward to solve them soon." Zuo Si acted indifferent.
"Even if the Slytherin students were beaten to a pulp?" Hermione's eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.
Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "That's right. The Slytherin students got beaten up because they asked for it. Does it have anything to do with me? I came to Hogwarts to learn magic and knowledge, not to play house games here, let others label me with an identity, and then act according to their designated rules.
In fact, it doesn't matter to me which college I join.
As for the college cup, college honors, college history, and the philosophy of the college founder, I don't care about any of that.
Even if someone stepped on the Slytherin House emblem and threw it into a cesspool in front of me, I would just stand aside and watch silently, and maybe even applaud.
In addition, I also suggest that you should not take the college too seriously, and don't change yourself to cater to the so-called correct views of the majority that are vulgar, short-sighted and stupid.
Because all people, thoughts, knowledge and books in this world are, without exception, full of arrogance and prejudice.
This is true for you and me, and for the four founders of Hogwarts.
They use the Sorting Hat to select students who are suitable to inherit their own ideas and will, and then strengthen these characteristics through competition between houses, and ultimately make the students of the house become as much like themselves as possible.
This is a kind of brainwashing, and also a kind of ideological assimilation, which makes you unconsciously agree with those boring ideas under the influence of group consciousness.
In other words, the four founders used this method to continue their competition after death, that is, who could teach better students.
A group of living people are being manipulated by four dead people. Don't you think this is ridiculous and sad at the same time?"
As these words came out of her mouth, Hermione's face turned pale instantly.
Coming from a Muggle family, she can understand the meaning of left-wing thinking better than her classmates who come from wizarding families.
Simply put, whether it is the sorting ceremony or the competition between colleges, it is essentially a subtle influence and control on students' thoughts and consciousness.
At Hogwarts, all students are labeled Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.
Through rewards and punishments such as bonus points, deduction points, the House Cup, Quidditch matches, etc., students are forced to develop a sense of collectiveness and identity, and gradually consciously integrate the iconic characteristics of the house into their own character.
As a girl with a strong opinion and a smart mind, Hermione recalled the changes in her classmates in the past few days. The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. She even felt that she almost became one of them. She immediately couldn't help but shiver.
By the time she came to her senses, Harry and Malfoy were already engaging in an aerial duel on their broomsticks.
In the blink of an eye, Professor McGonagall, who saw this scene, appeared on the lawn and pulled Harry towards the castle.
The Gryffindor students came forward to plead for mercy, while the Slytherin students stood aside and sneered.
The flying lesson ended in such a hasty manner.
When most of the other students returned to the first floor hall, Hermione immediately whispered, "How did you find out all this?"
"It's simple! If you want to be a truly smart person, never try to fit in with the group.
To integrate into the group is equivalent to forcibly lowering your IQ in exchange for a sense of belonging that makes you feel safe, and then slowly being smoothed out and becoming more and more mediocre.
Maintain independent thinking and never change because of anyone, even if the other person is a so-called friend.
Because anyone who tries to force you to change is definitely not a true friend.
remember!
For a wizard, nothing is more important than maintaining a strong sense of self.
Have you ever seen our headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, compromise with others?
Even his best friend, his closest lover, or his blood brother could not change the decision he made.
So if you can stick to doing these, then congratulations, you have acquired the most basic potential to become a great wizard.
Finally, let me tell you a little secret I discovered recently.
In fact, when casting magic, emotions and will can greatly enhance the power of the spell. "
After saying this, Zuo Si gave a meaningful smile, then turned and headed straight for the library.
Anyway, he has said everything he needs to say. Whether this girl can escape her original fate depends on her next choice.
Unlike Hermione who was shocked and fell into confusion and contemplation, the heartless Ron remained excited throughout the dinner.
Just now, he heard his good friend Harry talking about how he was recommended by Professor McGonagall and successfully joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a seeker, and he was completely ecstatic.
"Damn! I mean that's great! I remember the team usually doesn't accept first-year students. You must be the youngest seeker in the last few decades." Ron said incoherently.
"A century to be exact. Wood told me."
Harry added in a slightly excited tone, stuffing the pie in his hand into his mouth.
Maybe it was because of the thrilling aerial duel with Malfoy in the afternoon that he felt particularly hungry.
The two of them were eating while discussing the matter in a low voice. After about two or three minutes, the Weasley twin brothers suddenly appeared.
The two of them came to Harry and Ron, one on each side, patted the former on the shoulder and said some encouraging words.
As for poor Ron, he was glamorously ignored by his brothers.
After the twins left, Master Malfoy and his followers ran over and challenged him, "Are you having your last meal, Potter? When will you take the train back to the Muggles?"
"Draco, I noticed that you seemed to be much braver after returning to the ground. Was it the company of the two children behind you that gave you the courage?" Harry retorted bluntly.
Ever since he met Zuo Si, he has learned a lot of "little tricks" from him that can make people angry to death.
As expected, both Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle blushed instantly.
However, since the main guest seats were filled with professors, they did not dare to act rashly and could only try to intimidate them by snapping their fingers.
After a brief confrontation, Malfoy found that Harry Potter had no fear at all, and immediately became furious and proposed with gritted teeth: "I can fight you alone at any time. If you have no objection, how about we have a wizard duel tonight? Only use wands, no physical contact. You know what a wizard duel is, right?"
"Of course he knows." Ron took the initiative to take over the conversation. "I am his assistant. Who is your assistant?"
"Crabbe!" Malfoy chose between his two followers and finally chose the one with a bigger body and a bigger body. "The time is set at midnight, and the location is the trophy display room, because the door is never locked there."
"Okay! It's settled! Whoever doesn't come then is a coward."
Before Harry could react, Ron took the initiative to agree.
After Malfoy and the other two left, Hermione, who was reading a book, finally raised her head and couldn't help asking, "Are you really going to have a wizard duel with Malfoy?"
"Why not? You saw it, that guy was just bluffing." Ron shrugged indifferently.
"Uh...can anyone tell me what a wizard duel is? What is an assistant?" Harry asked weakly.
Ron answered without hesitation: "What assistant means is that if you die in the duel, then I will take your place. But don't worry, the real death is in the duel between adult wizards. With Malfoy's level, at best he can only spray sparks from the front of his wand, which is far from being able to hurt people."
"What if I wave my wand and there's no response?" Harry said, visibly worried.
Because from childhood to adulthood, he has never really fought with anyone and was basically always the one being bullied.
"Then throw away your wand and hit Malfoy in the nose with your fist," Ron suggested viciously.
Hearing this ignorant and stupid remark, Hermione immediately interrupted and said, "Sorry to bother you. As far as I know, Malfoy is from a pure-blood family, so he should have mastered a few spells before entering school."
"What? How did you know?" Ron was stunned for a moment.
"Thors told me. On the first night of school in the Slytherin common room, Malfoy cast one or two spells. Although they were not very powerful, they were enough to make you panic." Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance.
The longer she spent with Zuo Si, the more she felt that this red-haired boy was as stupid as a pig.
Not to mention Percy who was in the senior grade, even the twin brothers looked ten thousand times smarter than Ron.
moment!
Ron, who was still talking loudly in the last second, showed a look of horror in the next second.
Not only him, but Harry, who had inexplicitly become the protagonist of this duel, was even more panicked.
After all, he had seen the power of the spell, and it could make a person fall to the unconscious ground with just a single wave of it.
He simply couldn't imagine what kind of outrageous things the malicious Malfoy would do if he fell into a coma.
"What now?"
After a long silence, Harry finally began to try to find a way to break the deadlock.
"There are only a few hours left until midnight. Unless you have a talent like Soth, it is unlikely that you will be able to learn a spell in such a short time. So I suggest that you don't go to the appointment tonight."
After that, Hermione quickly stood up and disappeared at the end of the corridor leading to the side of the library.
After watching the girl disappear from sight, Ron and Harry looked at each other and immediately walked straight to the empty table in the far right corner.
Zuo Si, who was fiddling with the scroll, saw the two people appearing in front of him and immediately asked without raising his head, "What's the matter?"
"Well...we have agreed with Malfoy to have a wizard duel tonight. So we would like to ask you for a small favor." Harry stammered out his request.
"Oh? A wizard duel? You guys?"
Zuo Si finally stopped what he was doing, looked up and looked at the two silly boys.
Because he really didn't understand how the other party had the courage to accept the invitation to a wizard duel when he didn't master any spells.
You know, Gryffindor's motto is courage, not recklessness.
However, considering that most people do stupid things impulsively or without thinking when they are young, Harry and Ron's actions do not seem so difficult to understand.
After all, who doesn't have some dark history when they were young?
At least Zuo Si remembered very clearly some of the behaviors that made him feel extremely embarrassed and ashamed when he thought about them now.
"Yes! Do you have any way to help us master one or two spells that can be used in duels in a short period of time?" Harry asked in a low voice nervously.
"Then there is no other way?"
At the critical moment, Ron, who had very low EQ and IQ, suddenly interrupted.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No. What I mean is that you might consider using the magic scroll I'm researching."
"Magic scroll? What is that?" Harry's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"To put it simply, it is to restore the spell into a stable spell model and store it together with the magic power into a parchment scroll in some way. When needed, the spell can be successfully released by activating it through a very simple method. It doesn't matter whether you have learned this spell or are good at it. How about it, doesn't it sound great?"
Zuo Si's tone was full of naked and undisguised temptation.
It goes without saying that he was planning to use the two silly boys in front of him, as well as Master Malfoy and his two followers who were plotting not far away, as experimental subjects to test whether the scroll could achieve the desired effect.
"Wow! Really? How come I've never heard of this thing before?" Ron exclaimed with his eyes wide open.
“Because I was the first to think of and invent the technology for transcribing scrolls.
Although it is far from perfect at the moment, it should be sufficient to deal with Malfoy.
Look, this is the Iron Armor Charm, which, when activated, can create an indestructible defensive stance around one's body;
This is a fire spell that can release billowing flames from the front end of the wand;
This is a disarming spell, which can knock away the opponent's wand in an instant; this is a sleeping spell, which can make a person unconscious..."
At this moment, Zuo Si was like an excellent salesman, showing his research results to Harry, a high-quality customer.
Because he is very likely the richest student in all of Hogwarts.
Zuo Si happened to be short of research funds at the moment, and planned to take advantage of this "fat sheep".
"How much do these scrolls cost?"
Harry apparently realized something and subconsciously took out a handful of glittering golden Galleons from his trouser pocket.
In his opinion, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.
But Zuo Si smiled and waved his hand: "No, you misunderstood. I am not selling these scrolls. I hope you can sponsor this research with infinite potential in the future. Of course, in return, I will give you some of the scrolls for testing."
Harry was obviously not stupid. He understood the meaning immediately and immediately changed the topic: "How much investment do I need to make?"
"For about ten gold Galleons, you can choose five scrolls to take away. But I need to remind you that magic like the Fire Curse and the Cutting Curse are extremely powerful. The former can burn a person severely, and the latter can cause bleeding or even death." Zuo Si issued a solemn warning.
"Don't worry, I won't need to use such a spell against Malfoy. I think two Sleeping Charms, an Shield Charm, an Impediment Charm, and a Disarm Charm should be enough. Here, these are ten gold Galleons as a sponsorship for your research."
Harry quickly counted out ten gold coins and placed them on the table, then took away five sealed scrolls.
"Thank you very much for your support. The scroll is very simple to use. Just tap it lightly with your wand."
After saying that, Zuo Si calmly stuffed the gold galleons on the table into his pocket, preparing to go to Snape later to buy some dragon blood.
As a potion master, his personal warehouse must always have this precious and expensive material.
After getting the five magic scrolls, Harry and Ron didn't dare to stay in the lobby on the first floor, for fear that the professors and Malfoy would notice their actions.
When he returned to the Gryffindor common room, Harry immediately relaxed, sat down on the sofa next to the fireplace, and said with a smile: "Now we finally have a trump card to deal with Malfoy."
"Yeah! Seal the spell in a parchment scroll? Although I don't like Soth's weird personality, I have to admit that he is indeed a true genius. But isn't two gold galleons a bit too expensive?" Ron couldn't help but complain.
As a typical "pauper", he had rarely seen gold Galleons or even silver since he was a child, and most of his pocket money was copper Knuts.
There is no way! The Weasley family has so many children that they can hardly afford to raise them.
"I think it's okay. After all, according to Thors, these scrolls can be preserved for a long time. Even if they are not used now, they will definitely come in handy in the future. What's more, as long as I can see Malfoy's frustrated look, I am willing to spend any amount of money."
Harry obviously hated Malfoy for causing trouble for him every now and then, so he planned to take this opportunity to teach him a memorable lesson.
Just like that, the two of them began to imagine the scene of the midnight duel, imagining the scene where Malfoy was beaten to his knees and begged for mercy, and they would laugh foolishly from time to time.
Hermione, who happened to pass by, couldn't help but sigh and shook her head after seeing this, and began to worry about her future.
Because among her peers, except Zuo Si, she found that the children from wizard families were not only arrogant and stupid, but also full of inexplicable sense of superiority.
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On the other side, in the Slytherin common room at the bottom of the underground lake.
Master Malfoy was talking to several freshmen from pure-blood families, and made no secret of the fact that he was going to stand up the savior, and then tip off the administrator Filch and catch him in the act.
This would not only deduct a large number of points from Gryffindor, but would also cause Potter to be punished or expelled for violating school rules.
Just as he was getting more and more excited and talking, he was suddenly surprised to find that the audience around him had closed their mouths for some reason, and their faces were filled with fear and panic.
Out of subconscious reaction, Master Malfoy immediately turned around and saw Zuo Si standing behind him. He jumped up from his chair in shock and asked nervously: "You...what do you want to do?"
"Breaking the contract, informing on others, escaping, is this the pride and honor of your pure-blood family? Or is this the tradition of Slytherin House?
If the answer is yes, then I feel ashamed for you.
Because no matter how nice the words are, all I see is a group of despicable people hiding in the dark and playing tricks.
Maybe... I should give you and your family a nickname.
What do you think of vultures? Although this bird is huge, it has no hunting ability and can only feed on the dead and rotting bodies of other animals. It matches your current temperament very well. "
As soon as Zuo Si opened his mouth, he started to mock.
He was preparing to test the power of the scroll, and he didn't want Master Malfoy to stay in the dormitory and sleep obediently tonight.
"You! How dare you insult me and my family?!!!"
Malfoy became furious instantly, and his pale complexion turned red in an instant.
"Why, do you have any objections? As a wizard, if you want to defend your honor, then just pull out your wand and prove me wrong with actual actions. If you don't dare, then shut up and honestly admit that you are a cowardly and despicable person. Don't talk about your father, family and other things all day long, because it will only make people think you are incompetent."
Having said this, Zuo Si suddenly paused, turned around and looked around the entire Slytherin common room with sharp eyes, especially those senior students.
After a full minute, he pursed his lips and sneered in contempt, and said very slowly: "You are the same. If you are unhappy with me and want to cause trouble for me, you are welcome to do so at any time. But please note that the second time will not be like the first time, with only some insignificant burns and smoke."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si suddenly swung his wand and shot out a bright beam of light at the ground not far away.
boom!!!!!!
The place that was hit was instantly blown to pieces.
A large amount of gravel and dust flew everywhere, making the students who were resting covered in dust.
When the dust settled, everyone saw that a huge pit with a radius of three meters and a depth of more than half a meter had appeared out of nowhere on the ground where no one was standing.
It is conceivable that if this blow hit a person, there would probably not even be a complete body.
The Crushing Spell was so powerful that it frightened the group of students who had not yet graduated.
Especially the tangible sense of oppression that Zuo Si inadvertently revealed was simply unbearable for this group of rookies who probably had never even seen blood. They all lowered their heads and dared not look at him.
Some girls who were less courageous, such as Pansy Parkinson who had been following Malfoy, were even scared to tears.
Seeing these "little snakes" of Slytherin College trembling in fear again under his power, Zuo Si immediately revealed a satisfied smile, raised his wand and waved it lightly twice to release the repair spell.
In the blink of an eye, the lounge that had been blown beyond recognition returned to normal.
He had finally figured out that those pure-blood students in Slytherin were a bunch of scoundrels who had to be taught a lesson every now and then, otherwise they would revert to their old ways.
And the more brutal, cruel, and powerful you appear, the more these people will worship you in their hearts.
Watching Zuo Si walking down the stairs back to his dormitory as if nothing had happened, the head girl Gemma Farley immediately smiled and asked her companions: "Did you feel it? The amazing power contained in his thin body! Believe me, he is destined to become a more powerful and greater wizard than Dumbledore and the You-Know-Who. There is absolutely no doubt about that."
"I never deny South's talent and strength. But the problem is, he doesn't seem to have any sense of identity with Slytherin House, let alone wanting to accept us. Quite the opposite! He has always been very close to several Gryffindor students. Especially that annoying girl named Hermione Granger, who always sits as close to South as possible every time he goes to the library."
Another young man with short brown hair frowned and began to complain.
Judging from his age and the way he was dressed, he was obviously in sixth or seventh grade, just one step away from graduation.
"Don't be impatient, my friend. It's not easy to win the trust and acceptance of someone like Soth. First of all, we must show enough value." Gemma Farley said meaningfully, holding her chin.
"You mean..." A strange light flashed in the young man's eyes.
Gemma Farley explained calmly: "What I mean is to build up a network of relationships and intelligence, and then show it to South at a certain time.
When he thinks we are useful, he will naturally choose to accept us.
After all, in today's magical world, no matter how powerful a wizard is, he needs a lot of forces attached to him as his arms, otherwise he can't accomplish anything at all.
By the same token, if we don't have a sufficiently powerful wizard to back us up, our ambitions will be like castles built on the beach, which will collapse at the slightest touch of the waves.
Look at the current British Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, that idiot. Why do you think he got to that position? Strength?
Fame?
Or ability?
No, neither.
It's because our headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, supports him, that's all.
So if we want to make a career in the wizarding world, we must have a reliable backing.
You-Know-Who used to be a good choice.
Although he is cold, cruel and ruthless, he always looks at students who graduated from Slytherin House differently.
The problem is that he fails and is completely destroyed by a newborn baby, Harry Potter.
So we, Slytherin House, need to find a new person with unlimited potential, and then help and accompany him to grow until he becomes a towering tree that can shelter us from wind and rain.
Do you remember how the mysterious man treated those who helped him when he was a student after he gained power? "
"Of course! Those families have gained unimaginable power and wealth. They can even ignore the law and wantonly slaughter their former enemies."
When saying this, the young man's tone revealed a strong sense of envy.
Although Voldemort caused bloodshed throughout the entire British wizarding world, many Slytherin students often did not feel fear towards him, but rather admiration from the bottom of their hearts.
"That's good to know. I don't want to say any more unnecessary nonsense. You just need to do your part."
It is not difficult to tell from her tone and expression that Gemma Farley has become the leader of this small group.
…
Time flies, and the two or three hours of rest after dinner is over soon.
When the time came to half past eleven, the entire Hogwarts Castle was under curfew.
In the corridor outside, apart from Filch, who was still wandering around with a lantern, trying to catch those students who didn't sleep well and were still wandering around at night, there were basically only ghosts wandering around.
Ron, who had been waiting in the dormitory, looked up at his watch and immediately said to his friend next to him, "Hey, it's time for us to leave."
"receive!"
Without saying a word, Harry put on his robes, picked up his wand, and tiptoed down the spiral staircase into the Gryffindor common room.
Just as the two were about to walk into the portrait channel, they suddenly saw a dark figure standing up from a chair and asked in a slightly surprised tone: "Are you really planning to keep the appointment?"
"Who?!"
Ron was instantly frightened out of his wits.
You should know that the punishment for being caught for night wandering is quite severe, and the college will also lose a lot of points.
He didn't want to become the public enemy of the entire Gryffindor.
"Don't be nervous, it's me."
Before he finished speaking, a light was suddenly turned on.
Then Hermione, wearing pink pajamas, appeared in front of the two.
Seeing that it was an acquaintance, Ron's tense nerves relaxed instantly, and he complained with an annoyed look on his face: "Damn it! You almost gave me a heart attack! You're not sleeping in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"
"I'm just a little worried. You two don't even know how to perform the Disillusionment Charm. What if you get caught along the way? All your points in Gryffindor will be deducted. So for the honor of the house, I have to at least make sure that you two can get to the trophy room safely."
As she spoke, Hermione grabbed her robe from the sofa and put it on, making a gesture as if she was going to go along.
"You know how to Disillusion?" Ron opened his mouth in shock.
Hermione raised her chin proudly and replied, "Of course! Do you think everyone treats you the same and just plays around all day? While you were wasting your time on those idle chats and games, I have finished reading several books on spells under the guidance of Soth."
"Well, it looks like there are two monsters, one big and one small, in this class of freshmen." Ron couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
"Thanks, Hermione."
Harry gladly accepted the girl's kindness.
He understood that the other party was worried that he might be expelled for violating school rules again and again.
Almost at the same time, Malfoy and his two followers sneaked out of the Slytherin common room.
Needless to say, he was deeply irritated by the previous remarks, to the point that this spoiled young master wanted to prove with actual actions that he was not just a villain who dared to hide behind the scenes and play tricks.
Of course, all of this was seen by Zuo Si who was about to head to the forbidden books section of the library.
Wanting to see the show, he remained invisible and followed silently, all the way to the trophy display room on the third floor.
Since the door here is never locked, Malfoy easily pushed it open and walked in.
Less than two minutes later, Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived as expected.
The two sides confronted each other in this house filled with countless trophies for more than ten seconds. In the end, Malfoy took the initiative and pointed at Hermione and asked, "Potter! We agreed to have two people, why did you bring one more?"
"Aren't you the same?" Harry stared at Goyle without showing any weakness.
"Wait a minute! I want to make it clear that I am only making sure they both arrive safely. I have no intention of participating in this stupid duel."
Hermione made her position clear.
Although he had mastered quite a few spells, he had almost no practical experience and was not sure whether he could successfully cast the spells he practiced in a battle.
"Hey! You're on our side!" Ron reminded in a low voice.
"I'm sorry, all I promised was to make sure you wouldn't get caught along the way. Now, that mission is accomplished."
If it were in the past, the girl might have chosen to help based on the fact that they were in the same college.
But after hearing Zuo Si's remarks about a group of living people being played around by four dead men, his identification with Gryffindor House suddenly decreased.
Although I will help when something happens, I will never make sacrifice or change my position as a prerequisite.
(End of this chapter)
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