"Professor Pent's classes are so interesting. It's a shame I wasn't the one who won the prize."
"Don't you think Professor Pent is so elegant when he speaks? That gentle tone of his... if I had to rank the professors at Hogwarts, I'd definitely choose Professor Pent."
"Me too. Do you know how old Professor Pent is? If the age gap is less than fifteen years, I could convince my parents."
In the corridor after class, a group of girls discussed what had happened during the lesson, but as they talked, the conversation turned to Kane Penter himself. On the other side of the corridor, Hermione cast the girls a sidelong glance, snorted inwardly, and started to walk away.
But she had not gone far before Harry and Ron caught up with her.
"Hermione, you were brilliant in class just now. You earned Gryffindor a whole seventeen points."
"Yeah, Hermione. All of Slytherin only earned twelve points. You beat the lot of them on your own."
Hearing their flattery, Hermione drew a small breath, unable to stop the corners of her mouth from lifting. Still, she tried to look perfectly serious as she said, "But your rash attacks cost us four points, leaving Gryffindor only one point ahead of Slytherin."
"We'll make them up in other classes..."
"That's right. Trust me, Hermione."
Hermione could not help laughing. Normally, neither of them would have been so flattering. It was probably because they had heard about the prize mentioned in class.
"So, you want to borrow the Firebolt?"
Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, then smiled sheepishly. They did indeed want to try out this latest broom, which had not even gone on sale yet. Supposedly, only goblin craftsmanship could produce it, and it was the fastest broom currently available.
The Firebolt