"Ver, only I can handle this matter."

"It's like I can only make decisions for myself, and other people's affairs are their own choices. In turn, no one else can decide my fate. Everyone has their own path, and no one will help me unconditionally."

"Maybe I will make the wrong choice, but I have no reason to regret it. That's enough."

"Don't talk about Quirrell's notes, because it's not a secret that cannot be told. Telling it will have no impact on me."

"Quirrell wouldn't kill me just because of a notebook, haha."

Bree got up. Tomorrow is the finals of the Quidditch game. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The rest of the house team competitions have been completed in the previous month. Now it is a game that determines the finals.

In the competition, the Quidditch champion has 150 house points.

It's a pity that Bree has no interest in this game at all. I hope I don't meet Hermione today, otherwise this girl will definitely ask Bree to watch it.

During the previous battle between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, a regular Chaser was injured trying to block a Bludger, which happened to affect the opponent's timing. Otherwise, with an excellent Seeker like Cedric, it would be impossible

It's hard for Llanffindor to win.

And so Hermione can play.

Bree didn't want to get in trouble for rejecting Hermione.

…

Today, all the little wizards are still immersed in speculation about tomorrow's outcome, and Hufflepuff, who has just experienced a defeat, is the same. Maybe they are disappointed, but they are still very kind. They are upright and never complain about things that are within the fair range.

If you win, you lose.

"Cedric?"

Cedric lowered his head and was thinking about something when he heard Bree's voice.

"What's wrong, Bree?"

"It must be something wrong with you. Is it because of Quidditch?" Bree sat at the Slytherin dining table and turned to Cedric: "I don't think you should be like this."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking about whether I would let others down if I failed just after joining the academy team, although I understand that they will not put the blame on me."

Of course, the gentle little badgers will only blame themselves, not their companions.

"I think you are very good, just keep working hard, but I am not looking for you to comfort you."

"Professor Sprout is taking care of plants that cannot withstand the cold recently. I originally wanted to help, but Professor McGonagall wrote a lot of things in my transfiguration notes some time ago. I don't have time for the moment. Maybe you are willing to help.

...Well, by the way, I would like to ask the professor when he will return my little box to me."

Since the professors discovered the turret last time and Sprout saw so many magical plants from the Forbidden Forest in the flower garden, she took away the flower garden and said that some magical plants cannot be grown like this.
Chapter completed!