An Honest Man Will Explode If He Bottles Things Up Too Long

Faced with the request from the old professor he respected most—Professor Filius Flitwick—Bell did not hesitate in the slightest and decisively said...

"I refuse!"

Bell's answer rang out loud and clear. He would rather endure the torment of guilt than do something that violated his principles.

"Bell! Just agree to it! I've been the head of Ravenclaw for over a decade, and I haven't even touched the Quidditch Cup once! I'm not young anymore. In a few years, I'll have to retire. Can you really bear to leave me with this regret forever, unable to rest in peace after I die?!"

Having received the rejection he had expected from Bell, Professor Filius Flitwick was so furious that he stomped his feet.

"But, Professor, I remember you weren't even a die-hard Quidditch fan, were you? So why..."

If those words had come from Professor McGonagall, Bell would not have found them strange in the least. But since when had Professor Filius Flitwick cared about anything other than blind dates?

"I may not be a die-hard Quidditch fan, but I'm a die-hard House Cup fan! Do you know how big the House Cup is?! So~ big, so~ enchanting!"

At the mention of the House Cup, Professor Filius Flitwick felt like weeping without tears.

As everyone knew, Ravenclaw students were the finest and wisest Wizards. By all rights, the House Cup should have belonged to Ravenclaw every single year.

Yet in reality, despite having served as Ravenclaw's head for over a decade, he had never even touched a speck of dust that had settled on the House Cup!

The only person who could rival him in misery was Madam Lapraude of Hufflepuff. But she truly did not care, while he could only pretend not to care!

At every Year-End Banquet, he had to