Chapter 39 Stubborn Hermione

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 the real Gryffindors. People. The points that were deducted, and then the Academy Cup, it doesn’t matter 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. Among Gryffindors who are easy to get along with, they need someone who can pour cold water on them. This is why the supervisor is Percy. In Harry's father's generation, there would be It's Lupine. But you also have to remember that when faced with those who don't appreciate it, you only need to give it a verbal reminder."

"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. It's 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). Team chaser and captain, I suspect he has some troll blood), he immediately decided to let Malfoy join the school 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 at the direction, they were just outside the castle.

The leader was Malfoy, and a muscular man who looked like his head was also muscled.

It was really amazing that Malfoy could use evil spells in his first year.

But it shouldn't be like this.

Basil was speechless.

He coughed softly and clenched his wand.

Then he saw them walking towards Harry.

"Psycho! Aren't you looking for me?"

Looking at the pre-made blue and purple Draco echo in his mind.

Basil was speechless.

If Harry had a system, would his Draco echo be directly gold?

"Well, well. You are Harry Potter, right?" The troll Flint started to taunt, "Thank you for giving us such a good seeker."

"While you were talking to idiot Wood, our new player Draco Malfoy was training and adjusting his grip."

"You should understand. Before the adjustment, you were evenly matched. After the adjustment, hum!"

The Slytherin students behind cooperated and sneered in unison.

"Hehehe, hahaha, hehehe."

"Harry Potter." Malfoy said Harry's name slowly and rhythmically, as if he was saying the name of his lover.

That Basil's magic is silent and wandless, even some senior students can't do it.

Maybe even his father...

Now, let's start with this scar head! ! !

"Wait for the official game, you will understand who is the best seeker!"

At this time, Fred and George Weasley walked into the dining room. They saw Harry was surrounded at a glance, so they walked over quickly.

Supporting the table with one hand, one on the left and one on the right, they jumped in front of Harry in a very cool posture.

The two came close to each other, and they were so close to Flint that they were almost sticking to everything.

Between the 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 first-year student? Are we afraid of him? Ours is better!"

Hermione covered her eyes, revealing a big gap: "Is that Flint a pervert?"

Bajir: "Don't be gay. He is just insulting Fred's height through his actions."

Thanks to the monthly tickets from the students who are sitting and writing food captives, and the recommendations and follow-up readings from other students!