Stubborn Hermione

Harry disappeared from everyone's sight along with Professor McGonagall.

Since there were no classes in the evening, there was still some time before dinner.

Everyone returned to the common room first.

Hermione seemed a bit lost in thought, leaning her head dazedly against Basil's thigh.

Her birthday was on the 19th of last month, and she had already turned 12.

For the sake of the House Cup, as the oldest in the class, she should have stepped up to advise everyone.

But no one was listening.

If Basil said the same thing, everyone would accept it.

She felt so wronged.

So, she turned her head and couldn't help but ask, "I don't understand. Harry and Malfoy's actions clearly violate school rules. How can neither Madam Hooch nor Professor McGonagall do anything about it?"

Basil stroked Hermione's fluffy head, "Silly girl."

Hermione (╬￣皿￣): "I'm not silly!"

Basil: "Still saying you're not silly, you've been in this House for over a month now. Don't you understand what kind of students are in our House? Then let me ask another question, who is the most popular in Gryffindor House?"

Hermione frowned, "Fred and George."

Basil nodded, "Exactly! Gryffindors value courage the most. So, in the eyes of the public, the Weasley twins, who dare to defy school rules and bring them joy, are undoubtedly true Gryffindors. The points deducted, and the House Cup that follows, are simply not important."

Hermione sat up, leaning back against the sofa, very confused. "But Professor McGonagall said the House Cup is a reflection of the House's honor."

"No," Basil quickly denied, "Silly girl, think about the content of the school song, and combine it with reality. Rethink, what does each House value the most?"

"Hufflepuff: Food, unity. Ravenclaw: Wisdom, knowledge. Slytherin: Bloodline, power. Gryffindor: Courage, adventure." Hermione replied dejectedly.

After knowing the answer, her mood sank again.

If that was the case, wasn't everything she did before just clowning around?

Thinking this, she suddenly felt a large hand placed on her head again.

It was Basil!

Her heart began to flutter with joy.

"However, Hermione. Gryffindor needs people like you. Among the easily excitable Gryffindors, there needs to be someone to pour cold water on them. This is also why the prefect is Percy. In Harry's father's year, it was Lupin. But you also need to remember, when facing those who don't appreciate your help, you only need to offer verbal reminders."

"Abandon the savior complex, respect others' destinies."

"You are just a student, not a prefect, or a professor."

"Others will not obey the admonitions of someone they perceive as an equal."

"Moreover, some of them even see this as a lack of courage, an un-Gryffindor-like behavior," Basil comforted her.

Hermione didn't ask who Lupin was.

She smiled and nodded, "I understand! From now on, I won't bother with other people's affairs. Only you, well, Harry and Ron, I'll remind you if you make mistakes."

"I'll tell the teachers from now on, don't be angry!"

You really don't understand anything!

Basil just wanted to say that.

An 11-year-old child, as expected, understood nothing.

Unless she hit a dead end herself, she would probably never understand.

At dinner time, everyone was in the Great Hall.

Harry finally returned, his face beaming with excitement.

He also brought back two pieces of news.

One of them was that he had become the youngest House team player in a century.

"You two weren't joking just now?" Ron asked, pulling out a bite of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth.

In fact, after the flying lesson, Basil had voiced his speculation.

Hermione, not understanding Quidditch (what she didn't understand were the unwritten, customary rules), also nodded along.

"What's the other piece of news?" Ron looked at Harry.

Harry was frantically stuffing pies into his mouth.

After taking a large gulp of iced pumpkin juice, he said, "Draco Malfoy, he's also joined the school team. Fortunately, his birthday is in June, otherwise, I wouldn't be the youngest House team player."

"How is that possible! This is unfair!" Ron slammed the table.

He racked his brain, wondering if this was Malfoy using his family connections.

But Malfoy's recent unfortunate encounters made him unable to say such a thing.

Did that mean Malfoy relied on himself?

Thinking of this, Ron felt worse than if he had died.

Harry gave Ron an understanding look.

He continued eating and said, "I don't know why Snape is here too. Next to him is a Slytherin senior named Flint, who's like a troll (Ron: He's the Chaser and Captain of the Slytherin team, I suspect he has some troll blood in him). After hearing that I became a team player, he immediately decided to let Malfoy join the team too."

Basil began to doubt his own memory.

His memories of his past life weren't high-definition images.

Did Draco Malfoy join the team in his first year?

Or was the movie adapted?

Or did Harry and Malfoy's duel, with Madam Hooch's permission, turn into a formal Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match?

Did it attract Snape and Flint's attention?

That's not right, Snape doesn't like Quidditch, does he? He doesn't care about it at all.

Basil was a bit confused now.

Suddenly, a large crowd of Slytherin students came this way.

Judging by their direction, they had just been outside the castle.

Malfoy was leading, along with a burly guy who also looked like he had a head full of muscle.

It was indeed impressive that Malfoy could use the Dark Arts well in his first year.

But it shouldn't be like this.

Basil was speechless.

He coughed softly and gripped his wand.

Then he saw them walking towards Harry.

"Are you crazy? You're not looking for me?"

Looking at the pre-rendered Draco echo in his mind, which was turning purple from the rapid rendering.

Basil had nothing to say.

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

"Well, well. You're Harry Potter, aren't you?" the troll-like Flint started the taunt first, "Thank you for giving us such a good Seeker."

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

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

The Slytherin students behind them chimed in with synchronized, cold laughter.

"Hmph hmph hmph, hahaha, hmph hmph haha."

"Harry Potter," Malfoy slowly and rhythmically uttered Harry's name, as if he were saying a lover's name.

Basil's magic was silent and wandless, something even some older students couldn't do.

Even, perhaps, his father too...

For now, let's start with this scar-head!!!

"When the official match comes, you'll understand who the best Seeker is!"

At this moment, Fred and George Weasley walked into the dining hall. They saw Harry surrounded at a glance and quickly walked over.

With one hand on the table, they jumped in front of Harry from both sides in a very cool pose.

The two pressed close, almost touching Flint.

The passion was overflowing!

"Get lost! Stay away from our new player!"

"Marcus Flint, is this all your troll brain can come up with?"

Flint gave a cold smile and sniffed Fred's head, "A first-year freshman? We're afraid of him? We're even better!"

Hermione covered her eyes, leaving a large gap, "Is that Flint a pervert?"

Basil: "Don't let your biased eyes see things. He's just insulting Fred's height through his actions."

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