Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 73 Clubs and Bullying

When Harry finished his hard training and went to the hall to eat, he saw Ron and Hermione at the long table. Hermione was flipping through a book, while Ron was holding a piece of bread and thinking.

"You know what?" Ron suddenly said in a low voice as Harry walked over, "I have discovered a truth."

"--what is it?" Harry demanded curiously, filling his plate with food.

"Oh." Ron turned his head and said with an extremely serious expression, "If you don't eat lunch, dinner will be more delicious!" He took a fierce bite of bread.

"I discovered a truth when I was three," Harry imitated him.

"Please go ahead, Mr. Potter," Ron said vaguely but carefully, extending his hand.

"Any meal will taste delicious if you're tired and hungry!" said Harry, and he finished most of the sandwich in one bite.

Hermione glanced at them, heavily scribbled on the book, and marked her notes. After Harry had almost filled his stomach, she frowned and said, "Why is the team's training so intensive when the game is about to start?"

"--Yeah, it's because the game is about to start." Harry felt his stomach twisting as soon as he talked about this topic: "And Snape will be the referee."

"Listen, brother, Snape must be holding a grudge against you for defeating Slytherin last time!" Ron suggested, "Why don't you just break your leg so you don't have to play."

Hermione snorted, too lazy to correct the two people's "paranoia" thoughts.

But Harry said bitterly, "I can't quit the game - Gryffindor doesn't have a backup Seeker. If I quit, Gryffindor won't be able to play."

"If you're really worried that Professor Snape or - someone else is going to harm you, then you should work hard to improve your magic level instead of daydreaming all day." Hermione tried hard not to say the name of 'Professor Quirrell'. She said seriously: "Harry, we were supposed to go to the Umbrella House yesterday afternoon. I told everyone."

"Yes - I'm sorry." Harry said awkwardly: "But Wood suddenly notified us to gather for training -"

"That's because it rained yesterday, and Hufflepuff didn't want the players' condition to be affected, so they cancelled the reservation, and then Wood hurriedly reserved the court—" Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "As if anyone would grab it."

"Don't say that," Harry explained humbly, "Wood is also for the College Cup - if we can win Hufflepuff in this game, we will be ahead of Slytherin in the College Cup, which is the first time in seven years -"

Harry was not so humble in front of his friends, but recently Hermione was willing to lend him her notes for reference, help him check his homework, guide him to complete his essay on "History of Magic", and teach him practical spells that he has not yet learned...

Harry was not a heartless person, in fact, he was quite sensitive and lacked love. He could clearly feel that Hermione really cared about him and provided selfless help without asking for anything in return, so Harry's attitude naturally became lower and lower, and he rarely even breathed loudly in front of Hermione.

"Hermione, is that 'Sscamper' so good? How come we have never heard of it?" Ron questioned.

Hermione frowned. "Don't use that word! SSC stands for Star Chasers. I dare say it is definitely the best learning club in Hogwarts - at least in the first year."

Ron showed an expression that looked like toothache and awe: "Study Club... You are worthy of it, Hermione!"

Harry lost himself in thought.

Hogwarts students formed many societies and clubs, such as the Gobstone Club or the Magical Herb Club, and senior students were often seen going to club activities together. Harry and Ron had heard of some of them, but had not joined any of them.

"——It's just a place to kill time. Don't expect to learn anything useful."

When a club invited Harry Potter to join, Ron once privately complained to him: "New members are sometimes made difficult by old members. They will ask you to do something particularly difficult or embarrassing, and call it a test."

Since Ron had five older brothers and he looked very experienced, Harry chose to trust his friends and declined all invitations to clubs. But now, another friend who he valued strongly recommended him a club that was said to significantly improve his spell level.

Considering that Quirrell's classes were always so-so, Harry was actually looking forward to it. He hoped that he could use magic to solve the problem at the critical moment, and he also hoped to easily defeat some annoying guys - such as Malfoy.

But Harry also had to consider Ron's feelings. He didn't want Ron to feel that he was abandoned, so he felt a little embarrassed.

After eating and drinking, the dinner on the long table disappeared. Several people packed up and prepared to go back to the common room. On the way, Hermione was still reminding Harry: "Comb your hair - leave a good impression on everyone -"

In the corridor, there was suddenly a burst of arrogant laughter and the sound of many students making a fuss.

The laughter immediately awakened some deep memories in Harry, and he said with disgust: "It's Malfoy - he must be bullying!"

Before he could finish his words, he rushed out, with Ron following closely behind.

"Wait - Harry - calm down!"

Hermione stamped her feet and had no choice but to run after him.

In the corridor, Neville was surrounded by a group of Slytherins. He held his wand and stammered, "Ma, Malfoy, what do you want to do?"

Draco Malfoy tapped his palm with his wand and said with a smile, "Longbottom, I've learned a new spell and I want to find someone to practice the effect on."

Everyone let out a low, malicious laugh.

Neville pointed his wand at him nervously: "Don't - don't come over - I'll tell the professor -"

"Stand stiff and stop dead!"

As he retreated, Malfoy suddenly yelled, and the spell hit Neville, and his legs immediately stuck together tightly, as if they had become an inseparable pillar.

Neville fell down immediately, his face flushed, and he tried hard to stand up, but he struggled on the ground like a dehydrated fish.

The Slytherins burst into laughter and one boy even kicked his wand away.

Draco Malfoy saluted triumphantly, like a magician who had performed a successful magician. He turned around and sneered, "Tell the professor? Merlin - you are too timid, Longbottom - are you really a Gryffindor? Or did the Sorting Hat accidentally put you, a big fool, in the wrong place?"

"So where should he go, Draco?" a shrill-voiced girl asked loudly.

"Good question - Pansy - good question - let me think about it -" Draco pretended to think and hesitated for a while, looking around, and asked: "How about the trash can?"

Neville couldn't suppress a choking sob.

The Slytherins were almost laughing their asses off.

"Let him go, Malfoy!"

Harry Potter burst out of the corridor like a cannonball.

(End of this chapter)