Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Word quickly spread throughout the house about Soul winning points for Hufflepuff in Snape's Potions class.

Even though it’s only a measly one point.

"You are a hero." The Weasley brothers from Gryffindor also came to join in the fun, smiling and holding Soul's shoulders.

"No student other than Slytherin has ever received extra points from Snape."

"you are the first!"

The two brothers sang together and won the recognition of Hufflepuff second-year wizards and above.

"Perhaps we will have hope in this year's Academy Cup." Digory glanced at the hourglass with emotion. The hourglass symbolizing Hufflepuff was already ranked second, and the first was Slytherin.

Although the Hufflepuffs are indifferent to whether they can win the House Cup, it does not mean that they do not desire this honor to fall on their heads.

"Uh, excuse me, how long has it been since Hufflepuff won the House Cup?" Hannah asked curiously.

"Historically, the most recent time Hufflepuff won the Academy Cup was in 1913." Diggory was embarrassed for a moment, but still answered.

That was really a long time ago...

However, there is probably no chance of winning the Academy Cup this year...

unless...

Suer turned his gaze to the figure wearing a scarf on the rostrum. Thinking of the thing behind his head, he couldn't help but shudder. He shook his head to get rid of the terrible thoughts.

Just kidding, with my small body, facing Voldemort directly is like holding a lantern in the toilet---what are you looking for...

A night of nothing happened, oh, it couldn't be considered peaceful either. The unlucky Justin met an old professor when he went to the kitchen to look for food at night.

"Professor Kettleburn, he teaches Care of Magical Creatures, he is a good old man." Morn threw a jam biscuit in his mouth, the lame and slovenly old man, the only one who could respond was them. I became a professor of elective courses in my third grade.

In just a few days, Morn had already gotten to know all the teachers of every course in Hogwarts Castle, and also learned a lot of gossip.

Inquire about the new Hufflepuff promotion package.

"Have you heard? Next week, we will have flying lessons." Morn looked around and said quietly, "If you perform well, you will be admitted to the Hufflepuff Quidditch School as an exception. Team."

"Quidditch? What is it?" Justin asked curiously.

"You don't know Quidditch?!" Morne said loudly, "Oh, I forgot that you are from a Muggle family."

So Morne started to teach Justin about Quidditch.

"When I was a child, I discovered that I had an excellent talent for flying. Do you know about gliders? The first time I rode a broomstick, I came face-to-face with a man flying a glider. Haha~ he was terrified at the time."

Sur also got a general idea on the side and learned that there are seven players in Quidditch, three chasers, two beaters, one seeker and one keeper.

In a large field, a total of fourteen players from two teams can score by hitting the Quaffle into the opponent's goal. The batter is responsible for protecting the players from being knocked down by the wandering Bludgers, while the Seeker does not To participate in the attack, he has only one mission, which is to find the extremely fast Golden Snitch. As long as the Golden Snitch is caught by any team's seeker, the Quidditch game will be over.

Justin was aroused by Moen and began to imagine what it would be like to sit on a broom.

Soul sat on the edge and silently flipped through the book. Although Snape scorned Arsene Giger's "Magic Potions and Potions", the above plan for dealing with potions is very important for young wizards who have laid the foundation. Yes, reading more is at least better than not understanding anything at all. At least, Suer can know what their potion professor changed the formula.

He has a small goal that he wants to achieve.

On Saturday, Soul and Hermione wrote a reply to their family in the library together, and went to the owl loft to hand it over to Ash on the same day.

The next day was spent in the library, and Soul also wanted to take Hermione with him to wander around the castle and have a little adventure along the way.

He knew that there was a magical Room of Requirement on the eighth floor of the castle.

Unfortunately, Hermione is too eager to learn.

"You really deserve to be sorted into Ravenclaw." Soul said speechlessly.

Hermione flipped through [How to cast spells accurately] without raising her head, "I also want to go to Ravenclaw, but the Sorting Hat thinks I'm more suitable for Gryffindor. What can I do?"

"How about we go out for a walk? The weather outside is so nice." Sol tried to persuade Hermione to put down the book in her hand, but Hermione was unmoved.

Helpless, Suer could only find a book on Potion Making and read it.

On Sunday night, news spread throughout the castle that on Thursday, flying lessons would begin - for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

At the same time, a new round of player selection for Quidditch is about to begin.

This also resulted in the sound of Quidditch being discussed wherever little wizards gathered from Monday to Wednesday.

Justin, who knew little about Quidditch a few days ago, began to talk about his Quidditch adventures at the Hufflepuff table.

Yes, he stole Mohn's idea and changed it slightly to make it his own.

Malfoy and his two followers swaggered into Suir, who was about to enter the auditorium for dinner.

"Hey, isn't this Soul Bones?" Malfoy still remembered being humiliated on the train.

Soul narrowed his eyes and looked at Malfoy's arrogant look. Why is this child so arrogant?

"Is something wrong?" Suer asked calmly.

Malfoy, who was looking at Sur, suddenly felt a chill spreading throughout his body. He originally wanted to ridicule that Sur must have never been exposed to flying or even touched a broom.

But his mind suddenly recalled the cold midsummer experience on the train.

Malfoy hesitated, "No, it's nothing, I just wanted to say hello to you."

"Oh, nice to meet you. Goodbye, Mr. Malfoy."

Malfoy and his two followers stayed on the spot in a daze, staring blankly at Soul's back. His face turned blue and red very obviously.

"Harry, Harry, look." Ron on the Gryffindor table pointed at the annoying Malfoy who was still blocking the door.

"Malfoy looks uncomfortable."

"I think so too." Harry, who had a pothead, nodded in agreement.

"I remember that Hufflepuff's name is Soul, right? If he was in Gryffindor, Malfoy would not dare to come and trouble us." Ron said, suddenly remembering the way Soul glared at him in the train carriage, He shook his head again and said, "Forget it."

"That boy doesn't look easy to mess with either."

"Neville seems to know him. We can invite him and Neville to go to Hagrid's cabin for tea." Harry thought thoughtfully, "Malfoy is really annoying."

The two chatted for a while and then quickly changed the topic to the flying lesson the next day.