"Did you do this on purpose..." Kanna asked in a low voice after Kyle returned to his seat.

Kyle spread his hands.

Of course, he did it on purpose. He would be crazy to accompany Lockhart in a play... and he was playing a supporting role.

However, looking at the little wizard on the podium who was jumping up and down with excitement because he was chosen to play a vampire... he should be very happy.

That's good too.

The bell rang and Lockhart stood up.

"Homework: Write a hymn about my experience converting vampires! The best one will receive several copies of "The Magical Me" signed by me!"

"I'd rather write a three-foot-long paper," Kyle muttered quietly, gathering his things and leaving the classroom.

Kanna nodded as well.

Ever since she met Cedric, her impression of Professor Lockhart had become less favorable.

Add to that the paper in the first thirty minutes of class, and Lockhart's clumsy handling of the photo...

It is conceivable that there will not be any surprises in their next Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"I kind of miss Professor Oren..." Connor whispered on the way to the auditorium.

"Oren?" Kyle was a little surprised.

"Why don't you go to the school hospital?" He touched Kanna's forehead. "You were almost killed by him in the Forbidden Forest. How dare you still miss him?"

"I've figured it out a long time ago."

Kanna slapped Kyle's hand away and said with a smile, "Oren was looking for you at the time, I was just unlucky and happened to catch up.

If he comes again, I will just stay away from you."

"You're so smart!" Kyle said unhappily, "Have you ever thought about what I would do if Oren came back?"

"I believe you will find a way." Kanna said as a matter of course: "After all, you are the smartest person I have ever met."

"Thank you so much." Kyle curled his lips, "But forget it, I suddenly found that Lockhart is not bad. At least those stage plays are quite good."

The two chatted and laughed all the way to the auditorium.

After a while, Cedric came, wearing a new robe and washing the dirt from his hair.

"How's Lockhart?" Cedric asked. "We have Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow morning."

"You have to be prepared." Kanna shook her head. "It's about the same as last year."

When she said this, Cedric understood.

Well, it’s time for another reading lesson.

But Cedric didn't understand, if that was the case, why not let the fat monk be the professor... that way they could save money on books.

Or almost headless Nico... under the influence of the Defense Against the Dark Arts curse, his head might even be completely severed.

This also fulfilled his long-cherished wish.

"By the way, this is for you." Kyle handed a piece of parchment to Cedric.

"What's this."

Cedric was stunned when he saw the contents on the parchment...

What is Lockhart's favorite color? Why would he want to know such a thing?

"This is a class test."

Kyle explained, "I think every grade will have this question during the first class. You can take a look at it in advance. If you get all the answers right, you can get extra points for the college."

"How many……"

"Ten points," Kyle said, "but they will be called out."

"The score is very reasonable and acceptable..."

"…but we Hufflepuffs don't lack these points!"

…

Maybe it was because of Kyle's performance in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but he didn't see Professor Lockhart once in the following days.

And when he attended the class again, his name was not called again.

It was as if Lockhart was avoiding him, but that felt good.

But compared to Kyle, Harry was treated completely differently.

Lockhart seemed to have focused all his attention on him, and they had run into each other in the corridor several times in the past few days.

Harry had to keep an eye on his surroundings and duck away whenever he saw Lockhart coming down the corridor.

And it wasn't just Lockhart, Harry also had to avoid the new student, Colin Creevey. It was as if this young wizard had memorized his entire schedule, and he always ran into him no matter he was in class or in the auditorium.

At least six or seven times a day he heard, "How are you, Harry?"

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…and then the same number of times, “Hi, Colin.”

And so it went until the weekend.

During breakfast that day, Kyle suddenly asked, "Does the Quidditch team need to recruit new players this year?"

"No, but we need to find a few substitutes to prepare for next year." Cedric said, "Including Harris, there are three people who are in the seventh grade this year.

You are also a member of the team, why don't you care at all? "

"If I didn't care, I wouldn't ask."

Kyle took a sip of milk. "But I have twelve classes to attend, plus all that homework... I don't have time to think about anything else."

"That's true." Cedric shrugged.

He had seen Kyle's packed schedule.

Although Kyle did not need to attend those conflicting courses, self-study still takes time, and his homework was obviously much higher than others.

"But now that you mention it..." Kyle frowned, "We already have three seventh graders on our team?"

"Well, the two chasers and the keeper, they are all from the same class and will graduate next year."

Cedric said, "But there is good news. Harris seems to have been invited by the Vratsa Eagles and has the opportunity to become a professional Quidditch player."

"Really?" Kyle was stunned for a moment, "Did Harris tell you? Why haven't I heard about it?"

"Not him." Cedric shook his head. "Remember the Quidditch match I went to watch during the holidays?"

"The Vratsa Eagles and the Chudli Cannons?"

"That's right." Cedric smiled and said, "My dad is a good friend of a player from the Eagles, and they mentioned this accidentally when they were chatting.

After learning that I was also a Hufflepuff, the other party asked me if I knew Harris. "

"This is really good news." Kyle exclaimed, "Harris didn't reveal anything at all."

"I think he's probably worried that he won't be able to pass the final test."

"Maybe we can win another Quidditch Cup this year."

Kyle said: "Being the captain of three consecutive championships should be a good resume."

"I thought so too, but Harris himself didn't seem to care about it at all."

Cedric smiled helplessly and said, "The Gryffindors started training early this morning, but he went to play in Hogsmeade with the others."

"Well... this is very Harris indeed."

Kyle chuckled and said, "But with his ability, it shouldn't be difficult for him to join a professional team."

(End of this chapter)