Chapter 80 Friendship can actually be very simple
Hermione came back to her senses and turned her gaze to the side, fixing it on the expressionless Hephis.
"Uh...Hephis, you know, I just really like his books." Hermione said weakly.
She also carefully took Hephes's hand.
Looking at Hermione pretending to be pitiful, what else could Hephis say?
I can only forgive her.
However, I have to make another note for Lockhart in the little notebook.
Hephes is not really a stingy person, but when he becomes stingy, he becomes a non-human.
He took Hermione's hand and knocked on Hagrid's door.
Hagrid rushed out, his face full of anger.
When he saw who was outside the door, he immediately smiled happily.
"Ah, you're here!" Hagrid greeted them warmly and welcomed them into the house.
"I just thought it was that Lockhart who came back again."
"Hagrid, long time no see." Hermione's face was a little stiff and she smiled awkwardly.
Hagrid hurried to make them tea.
"What is Lockhart doing here with you, Hagrid?" Hephis asked curiously, while putting his hand against Fang's and trying to lick his big head.
Hagrid snorted. "He comes to teach me how to keep water monsters out of my well, as if I didn't know. And he brags about how he can keep away female ghosts. If any of that is true, I'll eat this teapot!"
In his heart, Hefeth silently gave Hagrid a thumbs up.
Hermione raised her voice in dissatisfaction: "It's a bit unfair for you to say that. Headmaster Dumbledore obviously thinks he is the most suitable candidate..."
"The only one, I mean the only one." Hagrid interrupted her and brought the steaming cup of tea to them.
He sighed and continued, "It's not easy to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher nowadays. Everyone thinks this position is unlucky and no one wants to do it."
After hearing this, Hermione's face puffed up with anger and she stopped talking.
Hephaestus felt very happy when he heard Hagrid scold Lockhart.
However, he quickly comforted Hermione and said against his will: "At least, he is brave."
Hermione's little face looked a little better.
Novia is definitely popular among both men and women.
Hermione, whose mood was up and down, successfully revived with full health with the help of Novia.
She was full of energy again.
"Ah! Ah! Oh! Slow down! Oh my God! Ah! Come on! It's so great! Ah~~~" Hermione's screams echoed in the space.
Sometimes Hermione just stretched herself too thin.
Coupled with her unyielding character, she lost a lot of childhood happiness.
Hermione's face was flushed and her hair was wet with sweat.
When she came down, her legs were still shaking.
Upon seeing this, Hephis immediately stepped forward to support Hermione and let her sit down steadily.
Hermione had just sat down, wanting to take a break.
Draco rushed in, sweaty and smelly.
He glanced at Hermione, then quickly looked away and headed straight towards Novia.
"Draco." Hermione stood up with some difficulty, and Hephis quickly supported her.
When Draco heard the voice, he looked back, then quickly turned his head back, but he stopped.
"Draco, I know you fly very well." Hermione said apologetically, "I'm sorry about what happened just now."
Although she and Draco didn't communicate much last semester, she still knew Draco a little.
Draco has a great passion for Quidditch.
Hermione often saw Draco racing Harry in a suitcase on a borrowed broomstick.
To be honest, Draco is a pretty good flyer.
Draco finally turned around, his eyes flickering between Hermione and Hephis.
He raised his chin, "Next time I play against Gryffindor, I will win."
Although his tone was calm, the upturned corners of his mouth still betrayed him.
Hephis smiled and encouraged: "Draco, come on!"
Draco jumped up and down and ran to find Novia happily.
"What is he doing?" Hermione looked at Hephis in confusion.
Hermione’s IQ is indeed high, but it’s better not to mention her EQ.
Hephis helped Hermione sit down again, "He's not angry anymore, and he's very happy."
"Happy?" Hermione was even more confused.
"Draco is a spoiled and arrogant young master with a strong sense of self-esteem. Even though he always mentions his father, he actually longs for recognition and praise from others."
Hephis curled his lips, "You can understand that he is just a donkey who goes along with the trend."
"Okay...Okay! I understand." Hermione nodded, not quite understanding.
Today, Novia was very considerate of Draco, or maybe since she had been ridden before, she just gave in.
She took the initiative to lie on the ground, and Draco climbed on top excitedly.
Strange shouts were heard again in the space.
"Go! Sideways! Ah! Great! Go! Upside down! Great! Ah! That's great! Hahaha..."
Another Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.
Hephis sat in the first row with Hermione and stacked the books.
After a while, Lockhart limped into the classroom with an obvious bruise on his face.
Although he applied thick foundation, the damage caused by black magic is not so easy to cover up.
The little wizards all looked on curiously, whispering to each other below.
Lockhart coughed a few times and forced out a slightly awkward smile.
"I...I helped a remote village drive away a troll last night and got hurt accidentally. But don't worry, I can handle this minor injury myself and it will heal quickly."
His fans immediately showed admiration, including Hermione.
Draco asked in a long tone: "Troll? Which village?"
Lockhart's face froze slightly, and he stammered, "A... a small, remote village, which you don't know."
"Then why isn't it in the Daily Prophet today?"
Lockhart smiled awkwardly and said stubbornly, "I'm not a person who likes to publicize."
"Haha!" Draco really couldn't help it.
This thing! Actually, it was him who did it.
Or rather, it was Hephis who did it with him and Theodore.
In fact, that night outside Hagrid's villa, Hephis hid his shadow on Lockhart.
Using the shadow's positioning, the three of them easily blocked Lockhart at the corner of the fourth floor.
Using a stunning spell and a levitation spell, they dragged Lockhart into an abandoned classroom.
Hephis cast another Insensitivity Charm on Lockhart, depriving him of his voice and vision.
Then the three men started punching and kicking each other.
Draco played particularly vigorously, as if he had found some long-lost sense of excitement.
Theodore just kicked a few times for fun, but each kick landed accurately on Lockhart's face.
Hephis didn't do much, but just exerted a little force and broke one of Lockhart's legs.
Finally he cast a spell that would cause a lasting sting on Lockhart's face.
