Hogwarts players never admit defeat

The next days were spent eating and sleeping after class.

After today's lunch, Cheng Zhenle keenly discovered that he seemed to have taken away Harry's focal point at the table.

No wonder Harry looked at him strangely when he was eating today. He felt like he wanted to say something to him but he hesitated.

Fred, who was still not sure whether he was out of kindness or just came to see the fun, reminded him, "Brave young man, did you go to the Forbidden Forest when you borrowed the flare gun a few days ago?"

"...You're overthinking Fred."

"Can you tell whether I'm George or Fred?"

"Actually, I still don't recognize him, but Percy and Ron told me that between the two of you, Fred has more bad ideas."

"What they said is wrong, I'm George."

"No, you're Fred."

"I'm George." The red-haired Gryffindor pulled his twin brother who had just followed him and said in the other's confused eyes, "This is Fred."

The red-haired Gryffindor who was pulled over also got his brother's thoughts in one look. He nodded in Cheng Zhenle's confused eyes and said solemnly: "I am Fred."

·

"The brave boy, led by a kind-hearted senior, walked into the mysterious woods.

There he extended an invitation to the lovely Bowtruckles, "Would any of you be willing to go to the human world with me?"

So under the mottled tree shadow, a Bowtruckle stretched out the branches of friendship.

That day, one man and one protector, the Bowtruckle, made a promise to each other to protect each other. "

In the dormitory where only two people were present, Ryder slowly and softly read the entire contents of the corner of the newspaper in front of him under Cheng Zhen's cheerful eyes.

"Leo, what do you think? Is what Senior Amisa wrote good?"

"So? How many people know that I have a Bowtruckle companion?" Cheng Zhenle imitated Snape's eyes and choked angrily.

When he brought the Bowtruckle back a few days ago, he clearly said he wanted to keep it a secret.

Ryder knew that he had been wronged. His eyes wandered and he said: "Hey, hey, you know, I told Mina this matter. I definitely said I would keep it a secret. Unexpectedly, she told her roommate. Amissa."

"Then Amissa submitted directly to the devil's advocate?"

"...forgive me."

Possessed by Cheng Zhen, he sneered, "Heh."

"Two packs of pepper urchins that senior purchased from Honeydukes?"

"Ah."

Ryder tried to up the ante, "Another pack of sweet and sour candies?"

Looking at Ryder who didn't get to the point, Cheng Zhenle reminded: "Oh, I don't like sweets as much as you do."

"Then add another half a year to fertilize and water your precious Bowtruckle money tree."

"…one year!"

"Deal!" Then Ryder immediately added: "I'll go find my senior sister to learn from a clear spring like water!"

After saying that, he picked up his schoolbag and ran away.

"Running so fast?" Cheng Zhenle was a little confused about Ryder's reaction. Judging from his understanding of Ryder during this period, there must be something he didn't react to.

and many more?

Amisha was probably writing about a brave boy, so how did they know that the brave boy was him?

In a flash of lightning, Cheng Zhenle discovered the truth.

"Ryder, Daniel, Rose! And the kind-hearted seniors, right?"

His subconscious told him that the people he was thinking of were the murderers who caused him to be stared at today.

That day, he returned to his dormitory with the Bowtruckle in his pocket. Because he felt that he could not hide it, he simply told the origin of the Bowtruckle.

He didn't say anything at the time that he had extended an invitation to the Bowtruckle!

So, there is only one truth!

The three fools went to ask Rolf.

And Rolf, the Hufflepuff who was not good at lying, must have told their journey to the Forbidden Forest from beginning to end.

At most, they may have concealed the existence of the Winged Demon.

So what Ryder told his Ravenclaw senior sister, Mina, was the version he had added.

That still doesn’t add up. If Ryder alone told Mina, and Mina told Amisha, and Amisha went to the newspaper to submit an article, I don’t know whether it was Fred or George. How did you know that Cheng Zhenle was that brave young man?

It’s not really the kind of diffusion that says, “I have a secret, someone told it to me, and he asked me to keep it a secret, but I’m just going to tell it to you alone.”

Then maybe only some Slytherins and a lot of Hufflepuffs wouldn't know he had a Bowtruckle.

Although the reasons why people in the two colleges don't know are completely different.

——The reason why Slytherins don’t know is basically because no well-informed person tells them, and they don’t bother to listen to what’s going on in other houses; while Hufflepuff probably heard ‘other people told me, he When asked to keep it secret, they would stop and say they didn't want to hear confidential content.

……

What finally interrupted Cheng Zhenle's brainstorming was the pulling sensation coming from the corner of his clothes.

'Little Tree Branch' Bowtruckle ran over from the money tree at some point.

It seemed to be trying to comfort him, waving its limbs to tell Cheng Zhenle that he was being protected.

Cheng Zhenle stretched out his hand to hold the Bowtruckle that was tugging at the corner of his clothes in front of his face, and carefully comforted the Bowtruckle who looked like he was going to blind those who made his friends 'sad' with his hands.

"Hey, don't worry about me. I'm fine. I've been used to being watched for other things that happened before," he said. "Thank you for your comfort. If someone bullies me later, I won't let you be stingy." Poke them in the eye."

Of course the Bowtruckle didn't reply. It was not human and could not learn human language.

But when Cheng Zhenle looked at its calm limbs, he knew that the Bowtruckle understood.

I just don’t know if it understood his tone or words. After all, it is a magical animal, and anything is possible.

The main mission is actually not bad at all. It's really nice to at least meet the little tree branch.

·

In the potions class that followed, the evasive looks from Daniel, Ryder and Rose showed that Cheng Zhenle's guess of being in the dormitory was absolutely correct.

In line with the principle of giving them a cold shoulder, he ignored the seat that Daniel had reserved for him, and directly sat down next to Malfoy, the hairspray kid who was having a remote quarrel with Harry under Ron's horrified expression.

A little lion sat directly into the heart of Slytherin.

Of course, because the next second he sat down, Professor Snape walked in with vigorous steps and a bulging black cloak and announced the reason for the class. Even though Malfoy's expression was strange, he didn't say much. The potion making environment was also awkward for a few seconds before I happily cooperated with Cheng Zhenle.

And Goyle (the original owner of the seat), who arrived late, was sprayed with venom by Professor Snape and sat down in the seat originally occupied by Daniel.

Zhenle received an E (excellent) for the potion making in this class under Professor Snape's death gaze, successfully setting the highest grade for potions in a Gryffindor first-year class.

Of course, most people think that it is because the potion was jointly made by Chengle and Malfoy, and Snape had to make it together for his beloved disciple, which gave Brave Smith a high score.

·

When they returned to the Gryffindor common room, noisily, when Chengzhenle was about to go to the library to do his homework, Percy, the conscientious prefect, suddenly stopped him.

"Leo? Professor McGonagall asked you to go to her office."