Harry followed Professor McGonagall and disappeared in front of everyone.
Since there are no classes in the evening, it will take some time for dinner.
Everyone went back to the lounge first.
Hermione was a little distraught, and leaned on Badir's lap in a daze.
The 19th of last month was her birthday and she turned 12 years old.
For the sake of the Academy Cup, she, the oldest in the class, should stand up and advise everyone.
But no one bought it.
In the same words, Bajier said that everyone would accept it.
She was so wronged.
So, she tilted her head and couldn't help but ask: "I don't understand. Harry and Malfoy's behavior clearly violated school rules. Why are neither Mrs. Hooch nor Professor McGonagall indifferent."
Bargeer stroked Hermione's big furry head, "Silly girl."
Hermione (╬￣Van￣): "I'm not stupid!"
Bagir: "You are not stupid. You have been in this college for more than a month. You still don't understand what the students in our college are like? Let me change the question, who is the most popular in Gryffindor House?"
Hermione frowned, "Fred and George."
Bagir nodded, "Yes! What Gryffindors value most is courage. Therefore, in the eyes of the public, the Weasley twins who dare to violate school rules and bring them joy are undoubtedly real Gryffindors. People. The points that were deducted, and then the Academy Cup, are not important at all."
Hermione sat up and leaned on the back of the sofa, very confused, "But Professor McGonagall said that the Academy Cup is the embodiment of the academy's honor."
"No," Bagir quickly denied, "Silly girl, think about the content in the school song and combine it with reality. Rethink, what is the most important thing for each college?"
"Hufflepuff: hard work, unity. Ravenclaw: wisdom, knowledge. Slytherin: blood, power. Gryffindor: courage, adventure." Hermione replied depressingly.
After knowing the answer, she felt depressed again.
So what she did before was just a clown, wasn't it?
While thinking this way, she suddenly found a big hand on her head again.
It's Bajir!
Her heart began to jump.
"But, Hermione, Gryffindor needs people like you. Gryffindors who are easy to get upset need someone who can pour cold water on them. This is why the supervisor is Percy. In Harry's father's generation, there will be It's Lupin. But you also have to remember that all you need to do is give a verbal reminder to those who don't appreciate it."
"Give up the complex of helping others and respect the fate of others."
"You are just a student, not a supervisor or professor."
"Others will not obey the advice of a person they regard as their equal."
"What's more, some of them still regard this as a lack of courage and unGryffindor behavior." Bagir comforted.
Hermione didn't ask who Lupine was.
She smiled and nodded, "I understand! I won't care about other people's affairs from now on. Just you, um, Harry and Ron, I will only remind you if you make a mistake."
"I will sue the teacher in the future, please don't be angry!"
You got it!
That's all Bajir wanted to say.
An 11-year-old child really doesn't understand anything.
Unless she hits the wall herself, she may never understand.
At dinner time, everyone arrived in the dining room.
Harry came back with excitement written all over his face.
Also brought back two pieces of news.
One of them is that he became the youngest academy player in a century.
"Are you two kidding just now?" Ron said after putting a piece of steak and kidney pie halfway into his mouth, pulling it out.
In fact, after the flying lesson, Bajier expressed his guess.
Hermione, who didn't understand Quidditch (what she didn't understand was the unwritten rules), nodded along.
"What's another piece of news?" Ron looked at Harry.
Harry was stuffing pie into his mouth like crazy.
After taking a sip of iced pumpkin juice, he said: "Draco Malfoy, he also joined the school team. Fortunately, his birthday is in June, otherwise I wouldn't be the youngest player on the school team."
"How is that possible! This is unfair!" Ron slapped the table.
He racked his brain to think whether this could be Malfoy relying on family connections.
But Malfoy's recent tragic situation made it impossible for him to say such a thing.
Doesn't it mean that Malfoy relies on himself?
Thinking of this, Ron felt worse than death.
Harry gave Ron an understanding look.
He continued to eat and said: "I don't know why, but Snape is also there. Next to him is a troll-like upperclassman from Slytherin named Flint (Ron: He is from Slytherin House). Chaser and captain of the team, I suspect he has a bit of troll blood). When he heard that I was going to be a varsity player, he made the decision on the spot to let Malfoy join the varsity team.”
Bagir began to doubt his memory.
His memory of his past life does not have a high-definition image memory.
Could it be that Draco Malfoy joined the school team in his first year?
Or is the movie adapted?
Or perhaps, the duel between Harry and Malfoy turned into a regular Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match with Mrs. Hooch's permission.
Attracted the attention of Snape and Flint?
No, Snape probably didn't like Quidditch and didn't pay much attention to it at all.
Bagir was a little confused now.
Suddenly, a large group of Slytherin students came this way.
Looking in the direction, they were just outside the castle.
The leader was Malfoy, and a strong man who looked like his head also had muscles.
It's really impressive that Malfoy can use jinxes well in his first year.
But that’s not it.
Bagir was speechless.
He coughed softly and tightened his grip on his wand.
Then they saw them walking towards Harry.
"You're crazy! You're not looking for me?"
Looking at the pre-made Draco who was so blue that he almost turned purple in his mind.
Bagir had nothing to say.
If Harry had the system, would his Draco echo be straight gold?
"Well, well. Are you Harry Potter?" The troll Flint taunted first, "Thank you for giving us such a good Seeker."
"While you are talking to Idiot Wood, our new player Draco Malfoy is training, adjusting his grip."
"You should understand. Before the adjustment, you two are on par. After the adjustment, hum!"
The Slytherin students behind him sneered in unison.
"Hmph hum, ha ha ha, hum hum ha ha."
"Harry Potter." Malfoy said Harry's name slowly and rhythmically, like he was saying the name of his lover.
That Bajir's magic is silent and wandless, even some senior students can't do it.
Even, maybe, his father...
Now, let’s do the surgery on this scar first! ! !
"You will understand who is the best Seeker after the official competition!"
At this moment, Fred and George Weasley walked into the dining room. As soon as they saw Harry being surrounded, they walked over quickly.
He held the table with one hand, moved left and right, and jumped in front of Harry in a cool posture.
The two leaned forward, so close that Flint was almost touching everything.
Overflowing with gay love!
"Get away from me! Stay away from our new player!"
"Marcus Flint, is this all your troll brain can do?"
Flint smiled coldly and sniffed the top of Fred's head, "A freshman? Are we afraid of him? Ours is better!"
Hermione covered her eyes, revealing a big gap: "Is that Flint a pervert?"
Bagir: "Don't look at Renji with evil eyes. He is just insulting Fred's height through his actions."
