"What did you say?"
Hermione's shrill cry pierced the air, successfully drawing the attention of all the young wizards in the Great Hall.
The once-lively hall fell silent in an instant, and everyone turned to look at them curiously.
Brook immediately reached out and pulled Hermione back into her seat.
"Calm down, calm down, Hermione."
"How am I supposed to calm down? Those three... two people got Gryffindor docked a hundred points, a full hundred points!" Though Hermione kept her voice low, she was still gritting her teeth.
She had worked so hard to earn points in class for nearly a year, yet it still was not enough to make up for what those two bastards, Harry and Ron, had lost.
Brook gently patted Hermione's back to help her calm down.
"What's done is done. Scolding them won't help."
Hermione fell silent, sitting there and breathing heavily, clearly sulking.
"Tell us! What happened?"
Brook did not care about House points at all.
You could not eat them or drink them, so what was the point of fighting over them?
But he was interested in gossip!
"We... we..." Harry lowered his head, too embarrassed to say it.
He had not slept a wink all night.
Whenever he thought about Hermione's reaction—or even the reaction of all Gryffindor students once they found out—
his scalp went numb.
"Harry, Draco, and I went to see Fleurina yesterday. Then Draco suggested that we try riding her. You know, Fleurina can carry our weight now," Ron explained.
"Get to the point." Hermione impatiently cut him off.
"We played with Fleurina a little too long, then Professor McGonagall caught us after curfew. So it was all Draco's fault."
Ron's voice grew quieter and quieter.
"You..."
Hermione was so furious that she could not speak, her small