"How could they do that?"
"If there was an inside story, why didn't they tell me first?"
"I also heard that the two of them earned more than five hundred Galleons from just that one match that day!"
"That was more than five hundred Galleons!"
"Fine, they made so much money and didn't give me, their little brother, even a share, but they wouldn't even return my Silver Sickle..."
"And that's not fair!"
"Annie!"
"For next weekend's match, how many seconds do you plan to take to catch the Golden Snitch? Be sure to tell me beforehand, all right?"
Even though two or three days had already passed, Ron still couldn't let go of the Silver Sickle he had lost.
Then, taking advantage of the fact that they had not yet reached the classroom, he kept pestering Annie in the corridor, hoping she would tell him in advance how long she planned to take to catch the Golden Snitch in the next match. That way, he could buy another betting slip and earn his money back.
"..."
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However, Annie ignored him and merely walked somewhat listlessly toward the Transfiguration classroom ahead.
"Ron!"
"Please stop talking. We're in the classroom already!"
Fortunately, when she saw the classroom door ahead, Hermione hurriedly glared at Ron and stopped him from continuing to ramble pointlessly about something that had happened two or three days ago.
After all, her ears had practically grown calluses from listening to him these past two days. She really did not want to hear him go on about it anymore.
A few minutes later...
"All right!"
"Class, let's begin!"
Once all the first-year students from the two houses had taken their seats, the bell rang, and Professor McGonagall confirmed that nobody was absent. The cat on the teacher's desk