Change the world from Hogwarts

Chapter 68: What are you messing with?

After hearing Parti's emotion, Hermione felt a strong sense of confusion rising in her heart.

“When did this kind of thing come to a public conclusion?”

"there is."

Parti said.

"Don't you know? This is a vote within the college. It is voted by the witch association in the college. The first and second graders are in one bracket, the third and fourth graders are in another bracket, and then the fifth, sixth and seventh graders are in the same bracket."

Compared to a being like Hermione who just likes to read books and has no ears to hear anything about the world, Parti is obviously more familiar with the road.

"By the way, everyone agrees that the most handsome among the three stages are Gabriel in the fifth grade, Cedric in the third grade, and Connor in the first grade."

Just after hearing this answer, Connor

"Why are they all from Hufflepuff?"

Being interrupted like this, the complexity and uneasiness in Hermione's heart completely disappeared, and what was left was this strong desire to complain.

"I don't know, maybe it's because Hufflepuff is rich in handsome guys... Lavender even regrets coming to Gryffindor. She really wants to go to Hufflepuff."

Parti's words were filled with a girl's unique filter, but Hermione didn't have such a thing.

The desire to complain inside her grew stronger, and she couldn't help but shake her head.

"Why do I feel like there are so many Hufflepuffs?"

"You can't say that. After all, who doesn't like a prefect who protects others? Who doesn't like a senior who treats others gently? Who doesn't like a classmate who can drive the entire grade to improve together? What's more, they are indeed handsome."

After asking three questions in succession, Hermione felt like she was numb.

"Your question...why does it feel like I've said it so many times?"

"Because many people outside said so. Lavender even said that he could eat three large steaks looking at the faces of the three of them."

Parti said.

Then, she looked at Hermione again, with an envious attitude in her words.

"You really know him."

Listening to her roommate's emotion, Hermione couldn't help but cover her head.

It's not that she doesn't care about this kind of thing at all, but now she finds that she can't be happy at all.

"He is indeed a big celebrity...the rising star of Hufflepuff."

Although Isobel was obviously just making fun of her before, when Hermione recalled these words now, she tasted a different meaning.

"It's completely different from me."

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing."

Holding her book tightly, Hermione shook her head.

"Didn't you say that Professor McGonagall is looking for me? I will go there now."

Girls' sensitive thoughts are also covered up in the trivial matters of daily life.

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On the other side, Connor had returned to the lounge with a book in his hands.

It is not difficult to return to the lounge from the library. Secret passages in the school extend in all directions, and each college even has its own exclusive secret passage.

For example, Hufflepuff controls the secret passages leading from all parts of the school to the kitchens and underground spaces.

Soon, he passed the portrait of the elf who was suspected to be the first-generation Oatcake, and followed the passage directly to the kitchen of Hogwarts with ease.

"Hello everyone!"

"Ah! It's Mr. McMahon!"

Before those house elves were about to take action, Connor headed directly towards the passage, without giving these little house elves a chance to do anything else.

He has fully understood that as long as he dares to stay in the kitchen, these elves will take practical actions to show their enthusiasm.

Connor would never give them a chance to fill his snack bag - what a joke, the entire dormitory is already full of snacks and drinks.

Coupled with the unique long shelf life of food spells, those cookies and cakes are enough for their dormitory to last until Christmas.

What?

Distribute to other students?

This is a Hufflepuff, a Hufflepuff in the common room with a menu where you can order directly from the kitchen and unlimited refills of milk tea.

The most indispensable thing here is snacks.

"Mr. McMahon! Wait, where are you going?"

"I have something urgent, I'll talk to you next time."

Finally getting rid of the enthusiastic elves including Wheatcake, he returned to the lounge.

But at this moment, warm cheers came from the lounge.

"Look who it is! Our McMahon is back!"

"???"

Just when he returned to the common room, a crackling sound echoed, several wizards stood in a group, crackling sounds, and a large number of fireworks exploded from the wands in their hands.

Before Connor could look around, he found that everything in front of him was covered in fireworks.

"No, what are you doing?"

Gently putting the fireworks aside, Connor couldn't help but ask.

Before he could continue to ask, Ernie on the side motioned for him to look up.

I don't know when, but a banner has been hung on Hufflepuff's fireplace, and the banner has some confusing slogans in Connor's eyes:

"Congratulations to Hufflepuff for dominating the list of most popular girls... What the hell is this?"

"To put it simply, you have been selected, and the candidates for the three levels are all our Hufflepuffs!"

Ernie patted him on the shoulder.

"So how was this thing selected?"

"It is said that it was decided by an anonymous vote by the witch association in the college."

"...Then it's not normal for Hufflepuff to win."

Hearing this, Connor couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"We have a large number of people. As long as we don't make any grudges outside, we won't be able to win reliably. I guess the witches will have a similar list."

Connor looked at the crowd. The female prefect Georgina was standing there with a smile.

"Is that so?"

"You're wrong about that."

Ernie hooked Connor's shoulder.

"It is said that the last witch selected by the Wizards Association has nothing to do with us... It is said that the three of them are in Ravenclaw."

"Who are the three?"

"Prefect Penello, the third grader is the Oriental girl, and the first grader is Isobel. It seems that Isobel and you are quite familiar? I often see you studying together."

"Yes, we do know each other."

Connor said.

"Then what's your relationship?"

Unconsciously, a curious and gossipy attitude appeared on Ernie's face.

Vaguely, Connor noticed that something seemed wrong in the atmosphere in the lounge.

Whether they were boys or girls, they were immediately put into rhythm by Ernie and let go of their gossips.

Seeing this scene, Connor couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Of course it's just a normal classmate relationship, what else can there be?"

"Then this isn't right. I heard that McDoug seems to have only you as her friend, and she usually only has the most contact with you."

Ernie was obviously a little surprised when Connor denied it.

"You've been together for a month and nothing happened?"

"Does something have to happen? What are you two thinking about?"