Chapter 73 Clubs and Bullying

After Harry finished his hard training, he went to the hall to eat and saw Ron and Hermione at the long table. Hermione was flipping through a book, while Ron was holding a piece of bread in deep thought.

"You know what?" When Harry walked over, Ron suddenly said in a low voice: "I found a truth."

"-What is it?" Harry asked curiously, while filling his plate with food.

"Oh." Ron turned his head and said with an extremely serious expression: "If you don't eat lunch, dinner will be more delicious!" He bit the bread fiercely.

"I found a truth when I was three years old." Harry imitated him and said.

"Please tell me, Mr. Potter." Ron stretched out his hand and said vaguely but carefully.

"If you are tired and hungry, any meal will become very delicious!" Harry said, "Ah wow" and ate most of the sandwich in one bite.

Hermione glanced at them, heavily marked the book twice, marking the notes. After Harry had almost filled his stomach, she frowned and said, "The game is about to start, why is the team training so intensive?"

"--Yes, because the game is about to start." When it comes to this topic, Harry feels his stomach twitching: "And Snape is the referee."

"Listen to me, brother, Snape must be holding a grudge against you for defeating Slytherin last time!" Ron suggested: "Why don't you break your leg so you don't have to play."

Hermione snorted, and was too lazy to correct the two people's "persecution complex" thinking.

But Harry said with a bitter face: "I can't quit the game - Gryffindor has no substitute seeker. If I quit, Gryffindor will not be able to play."

"If you are really worried that Professor Snape or - someone else will harm you, then you should work hard to improve your magic level instead of daydreaming all day." Hermione tried hard to hold back from saying the name of "Professor Quirrell". She said seriously: "Harry, we were supposed to go to the umbrella house yesterday afternoon. I told everyone."

"Yes - I'm sorry." Harry said embarrassedly: "But Wood suddenly notified that we had to gather for training -"

"That's because it rained yesterday, and Hufflepuff didn't want the players' condition to be affected , so he canceled the reservation, and then Wood hurriedly reserved the court--"Hermione said dissatisfiedly: "As if anyone would grab it."

"Don't say that," Harry explained humbly: "Wood is also for the College Cup-if we can beat Hufflepuff in this game, we can lead Slytherin in the College Cup, which is the first time in seven years--"

Harry was not so humble in front of his friends, but recently Hermione was willing to lend him her notes for reference, help him check his homework, guide him to complete the "History of Magic" paper, and teach him practical spells that he has not learned yet...

Harry is not a heartless person. In fact, his personality is quite sensitive and lacks love. He can clearly feel that Hermione really cares about him and provides selfless help without asking for anything in return, so Harry's attitude naturally lowers again and again, and he rarely even breathes loudly in front of Hermione.

"Hermione, is that "Sscamper" so good? Why have we never heard of it?" Ron questioned.

Hermione frowned: "Don't use that word! SSC means Star Chasers. I dare say that this is definitely the best study club in Hogwarts - at least for the first year."

Ron showed an expression that looked like a toothache and awe: "Study club... As expected of you, Hermione!"

Harry fell into thought.

Hogwarts students have formed many large and small clubs and clubs, such as the Gobstone Club or the Magical Herb Club. It is often seen that senior students go to club activities together. Harry and Ron have heard of some, but did not join any of them.

"-It's just a place to kill time. Don't expect to learn anything useful."

When a club invited Harry Potter to join, Ron once complained to him privately: "New members sometimes have to be difficult by old members. They will ask you to do something particularly difficult or embarrassing, and call it a test."

Since Ron has five older brothers and he looks very experienced, Harry chose to trust his friends and declined all invitations to clubs.

But now, it was another friend who was very important to him, who strongly recommended him a club that was said to significantly improve the level of magic.

Given that Quirrell's classes were always so-so, Harry was actually looking forward to it. He hoped that he could use magic to solve problems at critical moments, and he also hoped that he could easily defeat some annoying guys - such as Malfoy.

But Harry also had to consider Ron's feelings. He didn't want Ron to feel that he was abandoned, so he was always a little embarrassed.

After eating and drinking, the dinner on the long table disappeared. Several people packed up and prepared to go back to the lounge. On the way, Hermione was still reminding Harry: "Comb your hair - leave a good impression on everyone -"

In the corridor, there was suddenly a burst of arrogant laughter, and there were also many students' booing voices.

That laughter immediately awakened some deep memories of Harry, and he said disgustedly: "It's Malfoy - he must be bullying!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed out, and Ron ran over immediately.

"Wait - Harry - calm down!"

Hermione stamped her feet and had to run after him.

In the corridor, Neville was surrounded by a group of Slytherins. He held his wand and stammered, "Ma, Malfoy, what do you want to do?"

Draco Malfoy tapped his palm with his wand and said with a smile, "Longbottom, I just learned a new spell and want to find someone to practice the effect."

Everyone laughed low and maliciously.

Neville pointed his wand at him nervously: "Don't - don't come - I'll tell the professor -"

"Stand still!"

As he retreated, Malfoy suddenly shouted, and the spell hit Neville, and his legs immediately stuck together tightly, as if they had become an inseparable pillar.

Neville fell down immediately, his face flushed, and he tried to stand up, but he struggled on the ground like a dehydrated fish.

The Slytherins laughed loudly, and a boy kicked his wand out with one foot.

Draco Malfoy saluted triumphantly, like a magician who had performed successfully. He turned around and laughed, "Tell the professor? Merlin - you are too timid, Longbottom - are you really a Gryffindor? Or did the Sorting Hat accidentally put you, a big fool, in the wrong place?"

"Where should he go, Draco?" a shrill-voiced girl deliberately asked loudly.

"Good question - Pansy - good question - let me think about it -" Draco pretended to think and hesitated for a while, looked around, and asked: "How about the trash can?"

Neville couldn't help but choked.

The Slytherins were almost laughing like crazy.

"Let him go, Malfoy!"

Harry Potter rushed out of the corridor like a cannonball.