A little badger from Hogwarts

The twin brothers left happily!

Hart didn't ask them where they knew about his magic props. He only emphasized that they should not spread the word, and then let them go.

"What's the point of doing this?" Hermione, who was watching, finally couldn't help complaining.

Hart replied: “I just don’t want to hire too many people!”

"Isn't it bad to have more people?" Hermione didn't understand. "Wouldn't it be more efficient if more people worked together?"

Hart educated her and said: "Having more people and being more efficient are two different things. Besides, I have to pay others monthly wages, and I have to prepare the materials for the experiment myself. If I recruit more people, I don't have to work hard anymore, and I can directly Just wait until it goes bankrupt!"

"I don't understand!"

Hermione had never been exposed to this kind of organizational operation, so of course she didn't understand the rules of its operation, and Hart had no intention of explaining it.

Soon, Hermione returned to the question, pestering Hart and saying, "I want to join you too!"

"No!" Hart rejected Hermione's request again.

"why?"

"The reason has already been stated, I don't want to repeat it again!"

Hart was almost done eating, put down the utensils, and was about to leave.

Hermione persisted, pestering Hart and following him out of the auditorium.

"Even if you say hell with it, I can't agree to it. You're only in the first grade and haven't even learned the most basic magic theory. Why are you mixing it up!"

Hart dealt with Hermione a little impatiently.

Hermione insisted that she could learn all these new things at the same time.

Hart really didn't want to tangle with Hermione anymore, so he looked up and saw a large fir tree walking towards the door of the auditorium.

"Look, it's Hagrid!" He tried to change the subject.

"Stop changing the subject!" Hermione didn't take this approach at all.

"I don't understand what you're talking about!" Hart stretched his head through the branches. "Hey, Hagrid, do you need help?"

"No, I can do it. Thank you, Hart." Hagrid's voice came from behind the tree.

"Can you move out of the way?" A cold, drawled voice came from behind them.

Hart saw that it was Malfoy, the little golden retriever. He ignored him, grabbed the branches of the fir tree, and helped Hagrid move the tree inward.

"Are you trying to earn some pocket money, Wu Lie? I heard people say that you started a small group and wanted to make magic props - Oh my god! You'd better give up quickly, a fool like you The toad wants to eat the swan meat!"

Although Hart and Malfoy had never met each other in the past few months since school started, their natural conflict of positions made Malfoy always sarcastic.

Hart stopped and said, "Hagrid, can you put the tree down first?"

"Hart, what do you want to do?" Hagrid was a little worried.

"Don't worry!" Hart said, "Don't you know who I am? I won't take the initiative to cause trouble!"

Hagrid believed it and held the fir tree alone.

Hart turned to look at Malfoy and his two followers. Before they could do anything, they subconsciously took a few steps back.

"With this little courage, I'm afraid you pure-blood wizards can only talk nonsense!" Hart taunted this guy, and Hermione laughed in agreement.

"Wulie!"

Malfoy looked around, feeling that he had been humiliated. Then he heard Hermione's mocking voice, and he was so angry that he took two steps forward to regain his face.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Hart grabbed his arm and pinned him with his backhand!

"Wulie, what are you doing?"

Just when Hart grabbed Malfoy with his backhand, Snape ran out from nowhere.

"Someone messed with him first, Professor Snape." Hagrid stretched out his big, shaggy head from behind the tree and said, "Malfoy just called him a Mudblood."

"No matter what, hitting someone is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid." Snape said in a smooth voice, "Hufflepuff has been deducted five points, Woolie, you should feel lucky. No more deductions. Okay, come on, y’all.”

Malfoy had a proud smile on his face, "Don't let me go yet!"

"Don't worry, Master Malfoy!"

Hart called out "Master" in a sinister tone, and then kicked him on the butt, causing Malfoy to roll out like a ball.

Crabbe and Goyle belatedly helped Malfoy up.

"you!!!"

Malfoy looked at Hart with eyes popping out of his head.

But Hart just clapped his hands lightly and said, "The points have been deducted. If I don't give you one, wouldn't it be a loss for me!"

"Woolie!" Snape's face became more and more gloomy as he gritted his teeth and said, "Ten points for Hufflepuff!"

"You can deduct it as you wish, Hufflepuff is also at the bottom anyway," Harry said, "None of us have cared about it for a long time."

"Hart, come and help me carry the fir tree in." Hagrid rarely noticed something was wrong with the air. "Christmas is coming soon and the auditorium is still empty. That won't work!"

Hart gave Snape a smile, then squeezed into the branches, helped Hagrid lift the fir tree, and carried the tree into the Great Hall under Hermione's instructions.

After putting down the last tree, Helga pulled Hart to the side and asked puzzledly: "Why do you hit someone in front of the professor?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's deduct an extra ten points!" Hermione helped.

"Didn't I say that all the points will be deducted! If I don't fight, I always feel like I'm at a loss!" Hart still answered like that.

"What kind of excuse is this!" Hermione couldn't accept it, "Then why do you say you don't care that we are last in the Academy Cup!"

"I really don't care!" Hart replied: "There are no rewards for winning the Academy Cup, and there are no penalties for losing! We Hufflepuffs are very low-key and never care about false reputations."

"I don't care about the false reputation, just say it nicely!" Hermione muttered: "Has Hufflepuff ever won first place?"

"This really exists!"

Hagrid scratched his head and explained to Hermione: "When Hart was in the first grade, he led Hufflepuff to win the first place, and surpassed the second-placed Slytherin by more than a hundred points!"

"Ah!" Hermione was helpless and looked at Hart and said, "Why do you always do something surprising?"

"Low-key, low-key!" Hart smiled and waved his hand.

Hermione asked again: "If we can win, why did we give up after the year before last?"

Hermione, who was so strong, couldn't understand.

Hart said with a smile: "If it weren't for the provocation from those people in Slytherin, I wouldn't have wanted to do such a thankless thing in the first year!"

"So you just want to prove yourself?"

"Just prove yourself."

Hart waved his hand, "That's the style of Hufflepuff! You'd better get used to it as soon as possible!"

"Hagrid, Harry and the others haven't been pestering you recently, right?" Hart forcibly ignored Hermione's questioning.

"The two of them spend the whole day in the library, trying to figure out who Nick Flamel is?" Hagrid said with a frown on his face.

"Who told you to keep your mouth shut?" Hart completely forgot about guiding Harry and the two of them.

"You should slowly get a headache! I'll run away first!"

Seeing Snape walking in, Hart ran away without saying a word, fearing that Snape would retaliate against him in front of the professors!