A little badger from Hogwarts

Hart got up early as usual. It was still early, so he left the castle and ran to the hunting ground.

"Hart, why don't you take a little rest on the first day of school?"

Hagrid, who was cleaning his pet Tooth, saw Hart and said hello to him.

"You also know that this is my habit and it's hard to change!"

Hart stopped, took the water glass handed over by Hagrid, and took a long sip.

Then the docile big dog Yaya barked and pounced on it, sticking out his tongue and licking everywhere.

Hart hugged the big dog's neck, rubbed his neck twice, then patted his back and said, "Squat down!"

Yaya obediently stopped pestering Hart and squatted down.

"It's so cute!"

Hart rubbed the dog's head fiercely for a while, and then promised: "Be obedient and I will prepare delicious food for you tonight."

Yaya drooled, barked excitedly, and kept circling around Hart.

"There will be classes in a while, I'm leaving first!"

Hart pushed the clingy big dog away, ran around the hunting ground twice more, washed off his stinky sweat in the shed behind Hagrid's hut, and then walked into the castle.

As soon as he walked into the castle gate, Hart heard a "meow" sound.

Hart complained: "What a bad luck, it will never end!"

A skinny big cat jumped out directly, its bulging eyes staring at the little wizard in front of it, its body in an arch shape, as if it would pop out at any time.

"Hart Woolley, why are you wandering around the castle so early in the morning?"

Hearing this hoarse voice, Hart's smile completely fell.

A great day ended with meeting Filch and his unlovable cat.

"Hogwarts only has a curfew and no day curfew. What are you shouting about?"

Hart mercilessly dismissed Filch who appeared out of nowhere.

With a scolding, his identity and majesty disappeared in front of Hart like dew exposed to the sun, turning into a puff of smoke and disappearing.

"I am the gatekeeper of Hogwarts. I have the responsibility to punish all violators and protect the peace of Hogwarts." Filch's voice was high-pitched, as if he wanted to emphasize something, and he especially emphasized the pronunciation of the word punishment.

Hart chuckled and said disdainfully: "But the premise for all this to happen is that the professors agree to you doing this. Without the professors' consent, you are just a gatekeeper, dispensable, and not as important as Hagrid."

The last sentence deeply hurt Filch's sensitive heart. His pale face suddenly turned red and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was an evil ghost trying to eat people.

Filch really wanted to tear the Hufflepuff in front of him into pieces, but when he really wanted to do it, he backed down.

And the reason is just like Hart said, if he hits a student casually without the authorization of the professors, he will be expelled.

In the wizarding world, apart from Hogwarts, there was no place where he could intimidate wizards like this at will.

"I'll keep an eye on you. Don't let me catch you violating school rules."

After Filch finished his harsh words, he picked up his cat and left.

"She is shy and restrained, like a villain."

At first, Hart didn't want to deal with people like Filch and avoided him.

However, during last year's protest, Filch was willing to act as Snape's lackey. Even when Snape didn't say anything, he went around to cause trouble for the Lions, Badgers and Eagles, successfully intensifying the conflict.

This was also an important reason why Hart was able to mobilize everyone to strike.

Defeating Filch was just a small episode.

Hart turned around and forgot about this matter, and came to the auditorium.

"Oh my god, are you an iron man? You took the train all day yesterday, and you went out for a run today."

Cedric saw Hart walking in from the outside, and he was helpless.

Hart smiled and said: "That's because you are too weak. Go run with me another day."

The physical fitness of wizards is generally not very good, and they don't like to exercise. Even if they are lazy in various situations, they can perform better than ordinary people. That is also the function of magic power.

"Look at how weak you are, I can beat three of you by myself!"

Hart unleashed a taunt to great effect.

Cedric said: "We are all wizards. We must be elegant. Isn't it good to use magic? What kind of physical combat!"

"Haha, then you can't beat me with magic!"

Cedric got angry and said, "Hart Woolley, you must have taken a swipe at me today. You mocked me when you came up. This friend is no longer a friend. I am gone."

"Don't be angry!"

Hart calmly said: "I just want you to exercise with me. It doesn't matter if you don't want to. It's not worth getting angry about."

"I'm really impressed by you." Cedric was coaxed back by Hart after a few words.

The two of them continued chatting while drinking porridge.

Hart asked, "Are those freshmen still sleeping?"

Cedric replied nonchalantly: "It's only what time, let them sleep a little longer!"

"The first class of the first grade is Potions. If you don't want them to be cold-blooded by Snape, it's best to remind them." Hart reminded.

Cedric nodded in agreement, "At this time, I feel like you are nagging like my mother."

"There's no way! To do this kind of work, you have to be like a mother-in-law and think about everything." Hart still felt that he was not attentive enough.

"You are a prefect, so you have to be careful about these things."

"In that case, why don't you just be the prefect?" Cedric felt helpless.

Hart said bluntly: "If I become this prefect, Hufflepuffs who have graduated in the past few years will not even be able to find a job."

Cedric always felt that Hart was a bit alarmist, "The four houses of Hogwarts have been together for a thousand years, aren't they all like this?"

"I told you to sleep less during history class."

Hart was really helpless, "Sooner or later I'll give you some supplementary information on the history of magic and historical materialism."

Thousands of years ago, the majority of young wizards in Hogwarts were from pure wizarding families. Now, 60% of young wizards are from ordinary families, 20% are from mixed-blood wizards, and only 10% are from pure-blood wizards. There are also many products of incest marriages like the two Malfoy followers.

Yes, even if Slytherin is shouting about the glory of pure blood every day, there are still many mixed-blood wizards in it, but they agree with the pure-blood theory.

As a soul who has traveled through time from a red country, Hart not only has no objection to the ladder struggle, but is also very comfortable in using it, and he can clearly see the current situation in the wizarding world.

But Cedric just waved his hand lazily, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"I'm in class, so I can understand it."

Hart is not in a hurry. This year is still very long, and he still has many opportunities to educate them.

After saying that, he pulled Cedric and left the auditorium.