"Hey Hermione, are you alright?" Linda walked over from a distance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Linda, thank you so much for yesterday, I don't know what would have happened if I had been alone yesterday. Hermione walked up to Linda and hugged her.

"You're all right, we're friends, aren't we? I can't leave you and run by myself, can I?" Linda said, patting Hermione on the back.

Hermin looked at Linda with emotion, and Linda not only stayed with her all afternoon to comfort her, but even when the troll came, she didn't leave her but protected her.

"Besides, the protagonist who saved you is over there. Linda glanced at Louis.

Louis looked at Linda innocently, and he had provoked Linda again quietly at the dinner place.

Linda didn't bring him any food last night, so he was hungry all night, and he was so desperate that I couldn't understand what she thought.

Louis, who watched the two women chatting happily, continued to bow his head and eat in depression, saying that Hogwarts breakfast tasted really good, and he was thinking about whether to let the house-elves at home come to Hogwarts to study for a while.

You know, when you're in a life-and-death crisis with someone, it's impossible not to have a good relationship with each other, and it's a good thing to not abandon each other under the threat of a twelve-foot troll, isn't it?

It's November in the blink of an eye, and the weather is getting very cold now. The mountains surrounding the school were gray, covered with snow and ice, and the frozen surface of the lake was cold and hard.

The enticing smell of grilled sausages fills the Hogwarts dining room, and everyone is looking forward to a good Quidditch match and chatting happily.

Louis was silent, stuffing the sausage into his mouth, not understanding why so many people liked to ride broomsticks.

"Master, there's a Quidditch match today. Linda said with a smile.

"Well, if there is, I won't participate anyway," Louis said indifferently.

"But there's a competition in our house, and you have to watch it even if you don't participate, don't you?" said Linda.

"Oh, dear Linda, I suddenly found out that this roast sausage is poisonous! I'm dying, you leave me alone, and go to the game with confidence. Louis said, clutching his stomach and feigning weakness.

"In that case, young master, I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey. With that, Linda stood up and tried to pick up Louis.

Louis was startled when he heard that Linda was going to send him to Madam Pomfrey, and he didn't want to go to the school infirmary.

"Huh, why am I suddenly better? I'm all right!" said Louis, pretending to be surprised.

As he spoke, he stood up and jumped twice, even if he didn't forget to swallow the sausage while jumping.

At eleven o'clock, Louis was dragged by Linda to the Quidditch pitch, and it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school had come to the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many of the students also wore binoculars. It was as if the seats had been lifted into the air, and even then it was often difficult to see the game.

"I hate Quidditch. Louis muttered as he stood on the platform.

Luis watched Linda next to him watching the game with great interest, even though she couldn't even tell the ball.

The stadium was filled with the cheering and scolding of the two houses, and if it weren't for the presence of so many teachers, it would have been a fight, and Louis yawned boredly and almost fell asleep.