Chapter 200 Neville, You Have to Be Confident 1 Point
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 200 Neville, you have to be more confident
On the other side, Kyle and his party, who had left the Quidditch pitch, had just returned to the castle when they were stopped by Harris.
"Wait a minute, I was interrupted by Wood just now, and I almost forgot to say something."
Harris patted his head and said with a little seriousness: "There is one thing we must pay attention to. The referee for the next game is Professor Snape..."
As soon as his words fell, everyone looked at Kyle in unison.
Because of the two big speakers, Mikel and Ryan, almost every Hufflepuff student now knows that Professor Snape is crazy about Kyle.
So after hearing the news, their first reaction was that Snape felt that the deduction of points was not enough, and wanted to trouble 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 before, you must have been deceived."
"Mrs. Hooch told us." Harris said: "The four captains all know."
"Or, don't participate in the competition this time." Cedric blurted out.
But soon he realized something, and looked awkwardly at Harris aside.
In front of the captain, persuading Kyle, one of the main players of the team, to retire... This kind of operation is quite explosive in the entire Quidditch world.
That is to say, Harris has a good temper. If it were another person, he would probably be beaten into the school hospital in the next second.
Cedric laughed dryly, and explained falteringly: "What I mean is... if Kyle is targeted by Snape during the match, we will have one less person, and it will be even worse when the time comes." trouble."
But unexpectedly, Harris didn't say anything, but said to Kyle seriously: "Cedric is right, if you don't want to participate in this competition, I have no problem here."
Harris thought about it carefully, and now their score is far ahead, more than 2 points higher than No.100 Slytherin, even if they lose a game, it doesn't matter.
Seeing Harris speak, the others stopped hesitating and said one after another:
"Then we have to think of a reason for Mrs. Hooch to agree to the replacement."
"How about pretending to break your leg?"
"Or really break your leg!"
Everyone made plans with each other.
The more Kyle heard, the more he felt something was wrong, and if he asked them to continue, his own medical treatment would probably be in the school hospital for a whole year.
"Wait..." Kyle quickly interrupted their whimsical thoughts, wondering, "When did I say I'm quitting!"
"But……"
Someone wanted to say something, but Kyle shook his head and said directly: "It's nothing to worry about, and if I quit this time, what if Snape is the referee for the next match, and next time... Am I not playing all the time?"
Harris frowned.
"So there's no need for that." Kyle said with a smile, "Besides, Snape may not necessarily target me. Don't forget that there is a Potter in Gryffindor. He is less popular than me."
"That Harry Potter?" Harris froze for a moment, he had never heard of such a thing.
"That's right." Kyle nodded, "You can inquire about it, the young wizards of his class should know about it."
Harris seemed relieved.
"If you think it's okay... then fine."
After entering the castle, Kyle did not go back to the common room with the others, but walked towards the library. He was going to finish the morning homework of the Transfiguration class before the curfew.
In the corridor on the second floor, Kyle also met Neville, but his current state is not very good.
Somebody cast a leg-locking spell on him, which made his two legs stick together tightly, and he could only hop forward like a rabbit.
"What's going on?" Kyle frowned and helped him break the spell.
"Malfoy..." Neville said in a trembling voice, "I ran into him outside the library, and he said he'd been wanting to try this spell on other people as well."
"You didn't resist?" Kyle asked,
Neville shook his head.
"No... there are too many of them."
"That's not okay, Neville." Kyle said, "You have to try to be brave."
"Yeah, you're right... Malfoy also said that I'm timid 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 don't deserve to learn 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, I can't learn anything."
"Maybe it's just that you haven't looked in the right direction."
Kyle smiled: "Can you do me a favor?"
"Of course." Neville said hastily, "But... I don't know if I will mess up, I always screw up everything, even if they are really simple."
"It's okay, I trust you." Kyle took out a few seeds and handed them to Neville.
"what is this."
"The seeds of the cloak grass." Kyle said: "I've always wanted a few potted plants like this, but because of the Quidditch thing, I've been too busy recently, and I don't have time to take care of them at all."
"Can you do me this favor?"
"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 if it's Raffles, I often forget to feed it."
"It doesn't matter, just try your best." Kyle spread his hands and said indifferently: "Anyway, the seeds of the cloak grass are not expensive, only ten Galleons."
Neville shuddered, nearly throwing the seeds out of his hands.
"How much...how much?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Ten Galleons."
Neville trembled even more.
He took a look and found that he had five seeds in total, or fifty Galleons in other words.
Fifty Galleons... Even if you sell him, you can't afford it!
"Oh right." At this time, Kyle continued: "These seeds have been on me for a long time, and they were soaked in water during training before, and they are in very poor condition. You'd better put them in the soil quickly." inside."
Hearing this, Neville was on the verge of tears.
He regretted it and wanted to return the seeds, as if nothing had happened before, but when he looked up, he saw Kyle standing on a moving staircase and was 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. By the time he got there, Kyle had already disappeared.
Just when Neville was at a loss, a small sound suddenly came from the next room.
Without even thinking about it, he pushed open the door... Unfortunately, there was no Kyle in the room, only two senior students were hiding inside and whispering.
On the other side, Kyle and his party, who had left the Quidditch pitch, had just returned to the castle when they were stopped by Harris.
"Wait a minute, I was interrupted by Wood just now, and I almost forgot to say something."
Harris patted his head and said with a little seriousness: "There is one thing we must pay attention to. The referee for the next game is Professor Snape..."
As soon as his words fell, everyone looked at Kyle in unison.
Because of the two big speakers, Mikel and Ryan, almost every Hufflepuff student now knows that Professor Snape is crazy about Kyle.
So after hearing the news, their first reaction was that Snape felt that the deduction of points was not enough, and wanted to trouble 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 before, you must have been deceived."
"Mrs. Hooch told us." Harris said: "The four captains all know."
"Or, don't participate in the competition this time." Cedric blurted out.
But soon he realized something, and looked awkwardly at Harris aside.
In front of the captain, persuading Kyle, one of the main players of the team, to retire... This kind of operation is quite explosive in the entire Quidditch world.
That is to say, Harris has a good temper. If it were another person, he would probably be beaten into the school hospital in the next second.
Cedric laughed dryly, and explained falteringly: "What I mean is... if Kyle is targeted by Snape during the match, we will have one less person, and it will be even worse when the time comes." trouble."
But unexpectedly, Harris didn't say anything, but said to Kyle seriously: "Cedric is right, if you don't want to participate in this competition, I have no problem here."
Harris thought about it carefully, and now their score is far ahead, more than 2 points higher than No.100 Slytherin, even if they lose a game, it doesn't matter.
Seeing Harris speak, the others stopped hesitating and said one after another:
"Then we have to think of a reason for Mrs. Hooch to agree to the replacement."
"How about pretending to break your leg?"
"Or really break your leg!"
Everyone made plans with each other.
The more Kyle heard, the more he felt something was wrong, and if he asked them to continue, his own medical treatment would probably be in the school hospital for a whole year.
"Wait..." Kyle quickly interrupted their whimsical thoughts, wondering, "When did I say I'm quitting!"
"But……"
Someone wanted to say something, but Kyle shook his head and said directly: "It's nothing to worry about, and if I quit this time, what if Snape is the referee for the next match, and next time... Am I not playing all the time?"
Harris frowned.
"So there's no need for that." Kyle said with a smile, "Besides, Snape may not necessarily target me. Don't forget that there is a Potter in Gryffindor. He is less popular than me."
"That Harry Potter?" Harris froze for a moment, he had never heard of such a thing.
"That's right." Kyle nodded, "You can inquire about it, the young wizards of his class should know about it."
Harris seemed relieved.
"If you think it's okay... then fine."
After entering the castle, Kyle did not go back to the common room with the others, but walked towards the library. He was going to finish the morning homework of the Transfiguration class before the curfew.
In the corridor on the second floor, Kyle also met Neville, but his current state is not very good.
Somebody cast a leg-locking spell on him, which made his two legs stick together tightly, and he could only hop forward like a rabbit.
"What's going on?" Kyle frowned and helped him break the spell.
"Malfoy..." Neville said in a trembling voice, "I ran into him outside the library, and he said he'd been wanting to try this spell on other people as well."
"You didn't resist?" Kyle asked,
Neville shook his head.
"No... there are too many of them."
"That's not okay, Neville." Kyle said, "You have to try to be brave."
"Yeah, you're right... Malfoy also said that I'm timid 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 don't deserve to learn 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, I can't learn anything."
"Maybe it's just that you haven't looked in the right direction."
Kyle smiled: "Can you do me a favor?"
"Of course." Neville said hastily, "But... I don't know if I will mess up, I always screw up everything, even if they are really simple."
"It's okay, I trust you." Kyle took out a few seeds and handed them to Neville.
"what is this."
"The seeds of the cloak grass." Kyle said: "I've always wanted a few potted plants like this, but because of the Quidditch thing, I've been too busy recently, and I don't have time to take care of them at all."
"Can you do me this favor?"
"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 if it's Raffles, I often forget to feed it."
"It doesn't matter, just try your best." Kyle spread his hands and said indifferently: "Anyway, the seeds of the cloak grass are not expensive, only ten Galleons."
Neville shuddered, nearly throwing the seeds out of his hands.
"How much...how much?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Ten Galleons."
Neville trembled even more.
He took a look and found that he had five seeds in total, or fifty Galleons in other words.
Fifty Galleons... Even if you sell him, you can't afford it!
"Oh right." At this time, Kyle continued: "These seeds have been on me for a long time, and they were soaked in water during training before, and they are in very poor condition. You'd better put them in the soil quickly." inside."
Hearing this, Neville was on the verge of tears.
He regretted it and wanted to return the seeds, as if nothing had happened before, but when he looked up, he saw Kyle standing on a moving staircase and was 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. By the time he got there, Kyle had already disappeared.
Just when Neville was at a loss, a small sound suddenly came from the next room.
Without even thinking about it, he pushed open the door... Unfortunately, there was no Kyle in the room, only two senior students were hiding inside and whispering.
