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Chapter 200: Neville, You Need to Have More Confidence
Chapter 200: Neville, You Need to Have More Confidence
Meanwhile, as Kyle and his group returned to the castle after leaving the Quidditch Stadium, they were stopped by Harris.
"Wait a moment, I almost forgot something important due to Wood's interruption," Harris said, tapping his head. "There's something we must pay attention to. The referee for the next match is Professor Snape..."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Kyle.
Thanks to Mikel and Ryan, the loudmouths, almost every Hufflepuff student now knew about Professor Snape's relentless targeting of Kyle.
So, upon hearing this news, their first reaction was that Professor Snape, not content with mere point deductions, was seeking to cause trouble for Kyle in other ways.
And Quidditch was undoubtedly the perfect opportunity.
"Captain, are you sure?" Someone frowned. "Professor Snape has never been a referee before. You must have been misled."
"It's what Professor Hooch told us," Harris said. "All four captains are aware of it."
"Then, maybe you shouldn't participate in this match," Cedric blurted out.
But he soon realized his mistake and looked awkwardly at Harris beside him.
Suggesting to a team captain that one of their key players, Kyle, should withdraw from the match was a bold move, even in the Quidditch world.
Fortunately, Harris had a good temper; if it had been anyone else, they might have ended up in the hospital wing after a beating.
Cedric forced a laugh and stammered, "I mean... if Kyle is targeted by Professor Snape during the match, it's like having one less player, which could make things even more troublesome."
However, to everyone's surprise, Harris didn't say anything but instead spoke to Kyle with a serious expression, "Cedric is right. If you don't want to participate in this match, I won't have a problem with it."
Harris had thought it through carefully. Their current lead was substantial, over a hundred points ahead of the second-place Slytherin, so even if they lost a match, it wouldn't be an issue.
After Harris spoke, the others stopped hesitating and chimed in:
"We need to come up with a reason for Professor Hooch to agree to a substitution."
"How about pretending to break your leg?"
"Or actually breaking your leg!"
Everyone started brainstorming, each offering their suggestions.
The more Kyle listened, the more uneasy he felt. If they continued, he might end up with a long-term stay in the hospital wing.
"Wait..." Kyle quickly interrupted their wild ideas, puzzled. "When did I say I wanted to withdraw?"
"But..."
Someone wanted to say something more, but Kyle shook his head and said directly, "There's no 'but' about it. And if I withdraw this time, what if Professor Snape is still the referee for the next match and the one after that... Should I just keep sitting out?"
Harris furrowed his brows.
"So, there's no need for that," Kyle smiled. "Besides, Professor Snape might not necessarily target me. Don't forget that Gryffindor also has Potter, who is even less well-liked than me."
"Is it that Harry Potter?" Harris was taken aback, as he hadn't heard of this before.
"Exactly," Kyle nodded. "You can ask around; the other wizards from his year should know."
Harris seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"If you think it's no problem... then okay."
After entering the castle, Kyle didn't go back to the common room with the others but headed towards the library, intending to finish his Transfiguration homework before curfew.
On the second-floor corridor, he ran into Neville, but the latter's current state was far from ideal.
Unknown to Neville, a Leg-Locker Curse had been cast upon him, causing his legs to stick together tightly. He could only hop forward like a rabbit.
"What's going on?" Kyle furrowed his brows and casually undid the spell for him.
"Malfoy..." Neville's voice trembled as he spoke, "I met him outside the library. He said he wanted to try this spell on someone else."
"Didn't you resist?" Kyle asked.
Neville shook his head.
"No... there were too many of them."
"That won't do, Neville," Kyle said. "You have to try to be braver."
"Yeah, you're right... Malfoy also said I'm too cowardly and don't deserve to be in Gryffindor."
Neville's voice choked up, "But I can't do it. I can't even use the most basic spells properly. They're right; I don't deserve to learn magic."
"Don't say that, Neville. You have to believe in yourself." Kyle patted his shoulder, "Since you received the Hogwarts acceptance letter, it proves you have the potential to be a wizard."
"Thanks for comforting me, Kyle." Neville wiped his nose, "But I'm just so stupid; I can't learn no matter what."
"Maybe you just haven't found the right direction."
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Kyle smiled, "Can you do me a favor?"
"Of course," Neville hurriedly replied, "But... I don't know if I'll mess it up. I always mess up everything, even if they're really simple."
"It's okay. I believe in you." Kyle took out a few seeds and handed them to Neville.
"What are these?"
"Cloak Fern seeds," Kyle explained, "I've always wanted a few potted plants like these, but I've been too busy with Quidditch lately and haven't had time to take care of them."
"Can you help me with this?"
"I don't know if I can..." Neville carefully took the seeds, "I've never raised any plants before, and even with Lefors, I often forget to feed him."
"It's fine; just do your best." Kyle shrugged nonchalantly, "Anyway, Cloak Fern seeds aren't expensive; they're only ten Galleons each."
Neville shuddered, almost dropping the seeds in his hand.
"How... much?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Ten Galleons."
Neville trembled even more.
He counted and realized he had five seeds in his hand, which meant fifty Galleons in total.
Fifty Galleons... Even if he sold himself, it wouldn't cover the cost!
"Oh, right," Kyle continued, "These seeds have been with me for a long time, and they were soaked during training, so they're in terrible condition. You'd better plant them in the soil quickly."
Upon hearing this, Neville almost burst into tears.
He regretted it and wanted to return the seeds, pretending nothing had happened. But when he looked up, he saw Kyle standing on a moving staircase, which took him to the other side of the corridor.
Neville hurriedly chased after him.
Holding the seeds, he dared not run too fast. By the time he arrived, Kyle had already disappeared.
Just as Neville was at a loss, a faint sound came from the adjacent room.
Without thinking, he pushed open the door... Unfortunately, the room didn't contain Kyle; only two senior students were hiding inside, whispering.
(End of Chapter)
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