Chapter 361 Helga: Hey, Can We Reconcile? Les: At This Moment? ! Are You Kidding Me?

"Isn't it just a Firebolt? Why are you all so surprised?" Daphne looked up at the excited students in the hall and said disdainfully.

She had the Firebolt a year ago, and it has been gathering dust under the bed for a long time.

"How dare you say that? It's a waste of talent." Rice was speechless. He really didn't know what Professor Flitwick was thinking. Giving such a good thing to this guy was a complete waste.

"Then I lend it to the people on the college team?" Daphne also felt that her behavior seemed inappropriate, so she found a way to make up for it.

"Forget it, I think it's better for it to gather dust under the bed." Rice didn't hesitate at all and directly asked Daphne to give up her idea.

Unlike Helga, who bought Firebolts for students at her own expense, Rice didn't want to pay attention to the Slytherin Quidditch team members at all. Watching them win was more uncomfortable than losing.

"Oh, okay." Daphne obediently followed Rice's advice.

The hall was bustling for a long time. Students from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff gathered around the seeker of their team, wanting to see the Firebolt and touch the flying broom that was so expensive that they dared not even dream of owning it.

When Harry and Cedric walked out of the hall with the Firebolt surrounded by their friends, their eyes met in mid-air. At that moment, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Both of them understood how much influence a good broom had on the seeker.

"This year, Hufflepuff will be the owner of the Quidditch Cup." Cedric said firmly.

"No, the Quidditch Cup will belong to Gryffindor." Harry was not to be outdone.

The smell of gunpowder in the air became stronger.

"Humph!" Malfoy, who heard the conversation between the two, snorted coldly and squeezed through the two people. The rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team members followed him and squeezed out a path between the two groups of people.

Watching Malfoy and his team leave, Cedric suddenly said, "As long as it's not Slytherin who wins the trophy, I can accept it."

"Me too." Harry smiled.

The relationship between the two parties magically eased, and the two groups walked out together.

Standing behind them and witnessing the whole conflict, Rice was so angry that he trembled all over. He was still thinking when he returned to the common room: What on earth was Malfoy thinking?

Has Slytherin become the glue that bridges the gap between other colleges? !

"Okay, don't be angry." Seeing that Rice looked unhappy, Daphne pulled him to sit at a table next to the fireplace in the lounge and tried to comfort him.

"I'm not angry, I'm just upset that I'm in the same college as those idiots." Rice said angrily: "Why can't the college introduce a dissuasion mechanism to drive unwanted students to other colleges? Hufflepuff College is great. Isn't Helga Hufflepuff wanted by everyone? Then just push Draco and the others there!"

Daphne imagined the scene of Malfoy appearing in Hufflepuff College, and then her expression gradually went out of control.

"I don't think Diggory from Hufflepuff College will accept him--"

"Then transfer to another school. There are so many magic schools, and there will always be one that will accept him for the sake of money." Rice even had a pessimistic idea that as long as Malfoy was in Slytherin College, the reputation of the college would never be reversed.

Daphne: "Which school is so blind..."

Astoria, who had been listening to the conversation between her sister and Rice, saw that Rice was always unhappy, so she took out a delicate lunch box from her arms, and when she opened it, it was filled with ice cream that was steaming with a hint of coolness.

"Don't look so sad. Have some ice cream. It's raisin yogurt flavor." Astoria chose to prescribe the right medicine. "Malfoy was assigned here because of the Sorting Hat's fault. It should have sent him home directly."

Rice seemed to be choked and couldn't answer.

The behavioral logic of the Sorting Hat was jointly formulated by the four of them, but who would have thought that this logic would be used for nearly a thousand years? How could I have thought that the wizard family would degenerate into this state a thousand years later...

Fortunately, the fragrant yogurt ice cream and the sweet and sour raisins washed away Rice's displeasure. Although this did not meet Rice's requirement for ice cream to be "pure", the ice cream was not bad because of the appropriate selection of ingredients.

Salazar Slytherin only required one thing to be pure, that is, ice cream. Ice cream must be of a single flavor, cream is pure cream flavor, vanilla is pure vanilla flavor, and no other things should be mixed in.

Calming down, Rice began to play some puzzle games such as wizard chess with the Greengrass sisters. It was not until late at night that they left the lounge and returned to their respective dormitories.

The next morning, Rice woke up in a deserted dormitory - if there was anything good about the students of this Slytherin College, it was that they valued family. Unlike Rice, his roommates all chose to go home for Christmas.

It was undoubtedly a great point of ridicule to have to stay in school pitifully during the reunion festival, but the student who stayed behind was Rice. Even if Malfoy had seven guts, he would not dare to make such a big fuss in front of Rice, so he wisely kept his mouth shut and only complained about it with a few of his friends on the train back to London.

The first thing Les did after getting up was to unwrap the gift.

In the past few years since he woke up, he has met many people and made some friends, so the Christmas gifts his friends sent him piled up like a small mountain at the foot of the bed.

On the top was a large yellow package with a letter attached.

Les opened the letter and found that it was something Helga sent him.

The letter read:

[Salazar, can we reconcile? I need your help. If possible, can you make accessories for the doll with me on Christmas? By the way, I wish you a Merry Christmas! ]

Les looked at the letter from Helga and sneered: At this moment? ! Helga, are you kidding! And why should I help you do hard labor during the beautiful Christmas holiday? If you don’t use the holiday to rest, is it still a holiday?

He threw the letter aside and unwrapped the gift from Hufflepuff.

At this time, he felt a little embarrassed, because he didn’t prepare a Christmas gift for Helga at all - they didn’t play this game. In the past, they would get together to have a good meal and exchange a few spells to celebrate the holiday.

After the gift package was torn open, Les took a deep breath: Helga's generosity is really great!

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