Chapter 15: The Gryffindor Storyteller
For an entire afternoon, Gryffindor and Slytherin first-year students were all in the Great Hall to copy books, and it lasted until dinner, which ended with Professor McGonagall's cold face.
During this period, many senior students and students from other colleges and universities came to watch, but they were all 'repelled' by the professor's cold eyes. Many seniors said they had never seen Professor McGonagall so cold.
And the main participants in this brawl, such as Melda, Hermione, Harry, Malfoy, Ron, etc., their punishment results also came out quickly.
In addition to the week-long lockdown that everyone had to participate in, several of them also had labor penalties, and Gryffindor was sent to clean up the entire prize room. The Slytherins were taken away by Snape to clean up the residue of the Potions class.
In short, the farce ended with the result that everyone received punishment.
Among them, Gryffindor is definitely the worst house, and the house score that was already negative has now been deducted sixty points, which directly makes the little lions lie flat.
However, compared to the silence on the Slytherin side, the Gryffindor side is much more active, although we can't win the House Cup, but now Slytherin, who is also a negative score, is no play. A brawl can pull the snake yard into the water, and the little lions say that this wave is definitely not a loss.
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"Oh my God, look at the good things we've done, now we're all going to be locked up." Hermione said with a look of frustration as she had been babbling on the way back to the Gryffindor common room after copying the book.
"Melda, you shouldn't have done it, and so did Harry, and so did Ron, oh, and me, and so did I."
Listening to Hermione's accusations, Melta didn't know what to say.
You seemed more excited than anyone else when you were fighting, and you almost singled out the entire Slytherin, and now you want to blame me for being too impulsive?
"We had a winning fight, Hermione. Be happy, we're heroes. Ron said with a proud face.
"You didn't see Malfoy's pig face. It's the happiest thing I've ever had since I started school. ”
"And Snape's face, haha, I can guarantee that when those little snakes return to the cave, Snape will fix them, because they haven't fought, haha." George laughed wildly in the crowd. Fred was even more excited, grabbing Ron with one hand and waving the other.
"Look, this is my brother. Heroes of Gryffindor. He shouted loudly and looked at the Slytherin students defiantly.
"For the sake of this victory, we should have a banquet." Then George and Fred said in unison.
"Oh!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Gryffindor crowd erupted in cheers. Even many people in the other two houses were applauding enthusiastically, and it seemed that Slytherin was indeed unpopular at Hogwarts.
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In the Gryffindor common room, the celebration continued into the night,
Except for Hermione, who seemed a little restrained, everyone else had a good time.
"Professor McGonagall must hate me by now." The little witch said distressedly.
"Don't worry, the professor won't bother with us."
"Won't? Didn't you see Professor McGonagall's face at the dinner? Melda, are we overdoing it? ”
"Come on, Hermione. Malfoy calls you a mudblood, and whoever can bear it should beat him. Ron curled up on the couch, the excitement on his face not quite gone.
So what exactly does this mean? Of course, I know it's certainly not a good word. Hermione's mood seemed to have eased a bit, probably because she knew that everyone was angry with her.
"A very vicious word." Melda explained.
Harry also came in, having lived in a Muggle family and certainly didn't know what the word meant.
"Mudblood is an insulting term for Muggle-born wizards, Hermione, you know, in the wizarding world, the theory of descent has always been an enduring theory, and pure-blood families, such as the Malfoys, simply believe that they are inherently superior to others."
"Oh, I see, the stupid theory of descent, just like the European aristocracy of the Middle Ages." Hermione said dismissively.
"I didn't expect that there would be people in the wizarding world who believed such baseless theories."
"The wizarding world is far worse than you think, forget it, don't talk about it." As soon as the words changed, Melda suddenly said with a playful smile, "Now you are the eldest sister of the Gryffindor freshmen." ”
Hermione blushed and kept her head down.
"yes, Hermione, how did you learn so many spells?" Harry asked, sticking his head out with an envious expression.
Obviously she and herself were wizards from Muggle families, why did Hermione always know so much?
Even magic learns faster than him, could it be that he is really a fool?
"Nope." The little witch was embarrassed and said, "I'm just dead studying." ”
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A lot happened in September, but it was over.
The fights between the freshmen really caused tension throughout Hogwarts. There were even some senior Slytherin students who claimed to want to get back on the field. This, in turn, led to an even more tense atmosphere within the Academy.
However, most of the attack plans were still in the planning stage, and if they were successful, they were severely punished by the professors.
Who was the most unlucky in this fight?
Of course, it was Hermione, the first-year Gryffindor talker, who had recently finally experienced what Melda felt at the beginning of the school year, wearing a hood every day for fear of being recognized by someone.
The Slytherin attack made her so miserable that she didn't dare to go to the library alone, and Melda had been helping her borrow books from the library for the past few days.
That didn't last long, though, as the Slytherins' goals soon shifted to Harry.
After he got a brand new Light Wheel 2000.
Harry Potter, the hero who defeated Voldemort and the boy who never died, is about to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a first-year player and become a glorious Seeker. That's pretty explosive news.
Unlike Gryffindor's cheers, the Slytherin side was mostly angry. First grade? Slytherin captain and chaser Marcus Flint said it was an insult to them.
After many unsuccessful protests, an angry Marcus Flynn came out with a word that would definitely give Harry Potter a taste of Quidditch's cruelty.