On the other side, Kyle and his group had just returned to the castle after leaving the Quidditch field when they were stopped by Harris.

"Wait a moment. I was interrupted by Wood just now and almost forgot to say something."

Harris patted his head and said seriously, "There is one thing we must pay attention to. The referee of the next game is Professor Snape..."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Kyle.

Thanks to the two loud speakers, Mikel and Ryan, almost every Hufflepuff student now knows that Professor Snape is madly targeting Kyle.

So after hearing the news, their first reaction was that Snape felt that deducting points was not enough and wanted to make trouble for Kyle in other ways.

And Quidditch is undoubtedly the best choice.

"Captain, are you sure?" Someone frowned and said, "Professor Snape has never been a referee. You must have been deceived."

"Madam Hooch told us," Harris said. "All four captains know."

"Or else, don't participate in the competition this time." Cedric blurted out.

But he soon realized something and looked at Harris beside him awkwardly.

In front of the captain, he persuaded Kyle, one of the team's main players, to withdraw from the competition... This kind of action was quite explosive in the entire Quidditch world.

It's just that Harris has a good temper. If it were someone else, he would probably be beaten into the school hospital in the next second.

Cedric laughed dryly and explained hesitantly, "What I mean is... if Kyle is targeted by Snape during the game, we will be one person less, which will be more troublesome."

But unexpectedly, Harris didn't say anything. Instead, he said to Kyle seriously, "Cedric is right. If you don't want to participate in this competition, I have no problem with that."

Harris thought about it carefully. Now their scores were far ahead, more than a hundred points higher than the second place Slytherin, so it didn't matter even if they lost a game.

Seeing Harris speak, the others did not hesitate any more and said:

"Then we have to think of a reason for Madam Hooch to agree to the change."

"How about pretending to break your leg."

"Or actually break your leg!"

Everyone started to give advice and suggestions.

The more Kyle listened, the more he felt something was wrong. If he let them continue talking, he would probably have to sign a year-long contract at the school hospital.

"Wait..." Kyle quickly interrupted their wonderful thoughts and asked in confusion: "When did I say I wanted to quit!"

"But……"

Someone wanted to say something, but Kyle shook his head and said directly, "There's nothing wrong with that. What if I quit this time and Snape is still the referee for the next game? And the next time...will I never play?"

Harris frowned.

"So there's no need for that." Kyle smiled and said, "Besides, Snape may not target me. Don't forget that there is also Potter in Gryffindor. He is even less popular than me."

"Is it that Harry Potter?" Harris was stunned. He had never heard of such a thing.

"That's right." Kyle nodded. "You can ask around. All the young wizards in his class should know about it."

Harris seemed relieved.

"If that's okay with you... then fine."

After entering the castle, Kyle did not go back to the common room with the others, but walked towards the library. He planned to finish the morning Transfiguration homework before curfew.

In the corridor on the second floor, Kyle met Neville, but he was not in a good condition.

"What's going on?" Kyle frowned and helped him break the spell.

"Malfoy..." Neville said in a trembling voice, "I met him outside the library. He said he had always wanted to try this spell on someone else."

"You didn't resist?" Kyle asked, and Neville shook his head.

"No... they are numerous."

"That won't do, Neville," Kyle said. "You have to try to be brave."

"Yeah, you're right... Malfoy also said that I'm a coward and don't deserve to be in Gryffindor."

Neville choked up and said, "But I can't do it. I can't even use the most basic spells. They are right. I am not worthy of learning magic at all."

"No, Neville, you have to believe in yourself." Kyle patted him on the shoulder and said, "Since you have received the admission letter from Hogwarts, it proves that you have the potential to become a wizard."

"Thank you for comforting me, Kyle." Neville wiped his nose and said, "But I'm just stupid and I can't learn it no matter what."

"Maybe you just didn't look in the right direction."

Kyle smiled and said, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course." Neville said quickly: "But... I don't know if I will mess it up. I always mess up everything, even if they are really simple."

"It's okay, I believe you." Kyle took out a few seeds and handed them to Neville.

"What's this."

"Clover's cloak seeds." Kyle said, "I've always wanted to have a few of these potted plants, but I've been too busy with Quidditch lately and have no time to take care of them."

"Can you help me with this?"

"I don't know if I can do it..." Neville took the seeds carefully and said, "I've never raised any plants before, and even for Leif, I often forget to feed it."

"It's okay, just do your best." Kyle spread his hands and said indifferently: "Anyway, the seeds of the cloak grass are not expensive, only ten galleons each."

Neville shuddered and almost threw the seeds in his hand away.

"How...how much?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Ten Galleons."

Neville was shaking even more violently.

He looked and found that he had a total of five seeds in his hand, in other words, fifty Galleons.

Fifty Galleons... He couldn't afford to pay for it even if he sold it! "Oh, by the way." At this time, Kyle continued, "These seeds have been with me for a long time, and they were soaked in water during training before. They are in very poor condition. You'd better put them into the soil quickly."

Hearing this, Neville almost cried.

He regretted it and wanted to return the seeds and pretend nothing had happened before, but when he looked up, he saw Kyle standing on a moving staircase and being taken to the corridor on the other side.

Neville quickly chased after him.

Because he was holding the seeds in his hand, he didn't dare to run too fast. When he got there, Kyle had already disappeared.

Just when Neville was at a loss, a faint sound suddenly came from the next room.

Without a second thought, he pushed the door open... Unfortunately, Kyle was not in the room. There were only two senior students hiding inside and whispering.

(End of this chapter)