After breakfast, the Hufflepuff students crowded around Roy and made their way to the entrance of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
This year's new professor had set the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in the activity hall on the third floor. It was certainly much more spacious, but there were no desks or chairs for lessons. It seemed this professor was another practical-combat type.
On the way from the Great Hall to the classroom, Roy was surrounded by Hufflepuff students. Everyone chattered away about the new professor, Dia, and last year's Elias, though even more of the discussion revolved around Roy himself—such as his declaration of war from the podium yesterday.
Listening to the huge crowd around him chirp nonstop, Roy finally got a taste of Aisling's status in Slytherin. He had once envied that feeling of being surrounded by admirers, but after actually experiencing it, he found it rather irritating.
Still, Roy did not have to worry about being followed everywhere by a pack of Hufflepuff students in the future. This was Hufflepuff, not Slytherin. No one was particularly ambitious about getting on his good side in advance, and they were all rather fond of being late. By afternoon, the little badgers' enthusiasm would probably have worn off.
Roy barely spoke along the way. He simply listened to his classmates spread rumors, only occasionally chiming in.
A huge mass of Hufflepuff students arrived at the doors of the third-floor activity hall. At the same time, Slytherin students who had come up from the stairs on the other side of the corridor also gathered before the hall doors, running directly into the Hufflepuffs. Roy was more than familiar with the person at their head. Who else could it be but that bitch?
"Tch—"
"Hmph—"
The Slytherin and