Over the next few days, things seemed to settle down, and Professor Snape stopped maliciously targeting Hufflepuff.
But the atmosphere in the Hufflepuff House common room was not quite right.
That evening.
"Our Head of House is such a good person." Gabriel stood on a sofa in the common room, facing everyone. "For the sake of our house, she had to bow her head to Snape!"
"Do you know what I saw when I went to the greenhouse for detention?" A look of anguish crossed Gabriel's face. "Head of House Sprout was sitting alone on a stool, drinking and shedding tears as she looked at a plant!"
Shedding tears? Su Er was speechless. Surely not...
I mean, aren't you reading too much into this, Prefect...?
"But, Prefect, Headmaster Dumbledore already made our Head of House and Snape shake hands and make peace in public..." a little badger said, raising a hand.
"Exactly! That means we can't openly oppose Slytherin." Gabriel looked around at everyone. "But we Hufflepuffs always settle our scores!"
"We can't let our kind, gentle Head of House Sprout shed tears of sorrow for us."
"Since we have no hope of winning the House Cup this year, Slytherin can forget about winning it too!"
"Prefect, Slytherin is currently second from the bottom," Hannah said, raising her hand.
Gabriel froze, then said fiercely, "Then we'll put them in last place!"
"What do we do?" A tall, thin student pushed up the glasses on his nose.
"Yes, Prefect, we'll follow your lead from here."
"Haha, good! Listen up." Gabriel stepped down from the sofa, and the young wizards spontaneously formed a circle around him. "The Quidditch match is coming up next... We'll do this... and that..."
"What about us?" Justin eagerly raised his hand.
"Hmm..." Gabriel looked at the first-