Chapter 361 Helga: Hey, can we reconcile? Rice: This

"Isn't it just a Firebolt? Why are everyone so surprised?" Daphne looked up at the excited students in the auditorium and said disdainfully.

She had the Firebolt a year ago, and it has been gathering dust under the bed for a long time.

"You have the nerve to say that? What a waste of money." Les was speechless. I really don't know what Professor Flitwick was thinking. Giving such a good thing to this guy is a complete waste.

"Then I'll lend it to the guys on the college team?" Daphne also felt that her behavior seemed inappropriate, so she found a way to make up for it.

"Forget it, I think it's better for it to eat ashes under the bed." Without any hesitation, Les asked Daphne to give up her idea.

Unlike Helga, who spent her own money to buy Firebolts for her students, Rice didn't want to deal with the Slytherin Quidditch team members at all, and it was more uncomfortable to watch them win than to lose.

"Oh, okay." Daphne obeyed Les's suggestion.

The auditorium was lively for a long time. Students from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff gathered around the Seeker of their team, wanting to see the Firebolt and touch it, which was so expensive that they could only dream of it. The broomstick I dare not own.

When Harry and Cedric, surrounded by their friends, walked out of the auditorium with Firebolts in hand, their eyes met in mid-air inadvertently, and at that moment, the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Both knew what an impact a good broom could have on a Seeker.

"This year, Hufflepuff will be the owner of the Quidditch Cup." Cedric said firmly.

"No, the Quidditch Cup will belong to Gryffindor." Harry was not to be outdone.

The smell of gunpowder in the air became stronger.

"Hmph!" Malfoy, who had heard the conversation between the two, snorted coldly, and swaggered through the two people. The other members of the Slytherin Quidditch team also followed behind him, forcing their way through the two groups. A path emerged.

Looking at Malfoy and the others leaving, Cedric suddenly said: "As long as it's not Slytherin holding the cup, I can accept it."

"Me too." A smile appeared on Harry's face.

The relationship between the two parties magically eased, and the two groups of people walked outside together.

Standing behind them, Les witnessed the whole conflict and was so angry that he was shaking all over. Until he returned to the common room, he was still thinking: What on earth was Malfoy thinking?

Has Slytherin House become the glue that bridges the gaps between other houses? !

"Okay, don't be angry." Daphne saw that Les looked worried, so she pulled him to sit at a table next to the fire in the lounge and tried to comfort him.

"I'm not angry, I'm just annoyed that I'm in the same college as those idiots." Rice said angrily: "Why can't the college introduce a dissuasion mechanism to drive unwanted students to other colleges - Hufflepuff House is very good. Doesn’t everyone want Helga Hufflepuff? Then just send Draco and the others over!”

Daphne imagined Malfoy appearing in Hufflepuff House, and then her expression gradually became out of control.

"I don't think Diggory would accept him from Hufflepuff House—"

"Then transfer to another school. There are so many magic schools, and one of them will admit him for the sake of money." Rice even had the idea that as long as Malfoy stays in Slytherin Academy for one day, the reputation of the academy will never be possible. Pessimistic thoughts about reversal.

Daphne: "Which school is so ignorant..."

Astoria, who had been listening to the conversation between her sister and Les, saw that Les was unhappy all the time, so she took out a delicate little lunch box from her arms, and when she opened it, it was filled with ice cream.

"Stop being so sad and have some ice cream, it's raisin yogurt flavored." Astoria chose to take the right medicine. "It's all the Sorting Hat's fault that Malfoy was sorted here - it should have kicked him out directly." Go home.”

Les seemed to be choked and couldn't answer.

The behavioral logic of the Sorting Hat was jointly formulated by the four of them. But who would have thought that this logic has been used for nearly a thousand years? How could I have imagined at that time that the wizard family would degenerate like this a thousand years later...

Fortunately, the rich aroma of yogurt ice cream and the sweet and sour raisins washed away Les' inner displeasure. Although this does not meet Les's requirement for ice cream to be "pure", due to the appropriate selection of ingredients, this ice cream is considered good.

Salazar Slytherin only wanted to be pure about one thing, and that was ice cream. The ice cream must be of a single flavor, the cream must be pure cream flavor, and the vanilla must be pure vanilla flavor. There should be no other things mixed in.

After calming down, Les began to play some puzzle games such as wizard chess with the Greengrass sisters. It wasn't until late at night that they left the lounge and returned to their respective dormitories.

Early the next morning, Les woke up from a deserted dormitory - if there was anything good about the students of this Slytherin House, their emphasis on family was one of their few advantages. Unlike Les, his roommates all chose to go home for Christmas.

Having to stay in school pitifully during the reunion festival is undoubtedly a great point of ridicule, but this left-behind student is Les. Even if Malfoy had the guts, he wouldn't dare to speak so openly in front of Les, so he wisely kept his mouth shut and only complained about it with a few of his friends on the train back to London.

The first thing Les does when he wakes up is to open gifts.

In the past few years since he regained consciousness, he has met a lot of people and made some friends, so the Christmas gifts his friends sent him piled up into a small mountain at the foot of his bed.

At the top is a large yellow package with a letter attached.

Les opened the letter and saw that it was from Helga.

The letter reads:

[Salazar, can we reconcile? I need your help. If possible, can you make doll accessories with me for Christmas? By the way, I wish you a Merry Christmas! 】

Les looked at the letter sent by Helga and sneered: At this moment? ! Helga, are you kidding me? And why should I do the hard work for you during the wonderful Christmas holidays? If you don’t use the holiday to rest, is it still called a holiday?

He threw the letter aside and opened the gift from Hufflepuff.

At this time, he was feeling slightly embarrassed, because he didn't prepare a Christmas gift for Helga at all - they didn't play this trick. They used to get together to have a good meal and exchange a few spells and it was considered a holiday. .

After the gift wrapping was torn open, Les took a breath: Helga's handiwork is really big!

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The first update is here, the second update will be before midnight~