The silence between the two lasted for quite a while again. Just when Link was thinking of taking the initiative to change the topic, Hermione suddenly lifted her head and said, "Actually… it's not as serious as you said. It's just that Ron said some terrible things that day, and I happened to hear them. Then later when the troll attacked, he and Harry also came out wanting to save me, and after we got back, they apologized to me. So it's already fine now."
"Is that so." Link responded softly to Hermione, and Hermione also seemed to have adjusted her emotions at this point.
She suddenly smiled brightly, a little excitedly said, "In a few days, it'll be Harry's first Quidditch match. Do you want to go watch it in person?"
"I'm not interested in Quidditch." Link answered bluntly. He really wasn't lying. For Link, who had experienced the dazzling world of Muggles, this kind of entertainment sport like Quidditch was simply too backward.
If it was a Hufflepuff match, he might go just to cheer for Cedric and John, but this was a match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Even though the match would definitely be exciting, Link still didn't want to join the fun.
"You don't like Quidditch either?" Hearing that Link wasn't interested in Quidditch, Hermione suddenly got interested, "I thought as long as it's a boy, he'd like this kind of rough sport."
"I just purely think it's too boring." Link shook his head and said, "Watching it isn't as good as watching football or basketball."
"You even watch football and basketball? Aren't you a pure-blood wizard?"
"Ah this…" Link was stunned for a moment, then reacted and answered, "I just occasionally watch a bit."
Hermione didn't mind. At this moment, she hadn't yet realized the huge difference between pure-blood wizards and Muggles, so she nodded and said:
"Alright then. It's just that for this match, I still hope you can go watch it."
"Why?"
Link was a bit puzzled. Hermione herself didn't like Quidditch, but she still wanted Link, who also didn't like Quidditch, to watch the match. This was too unreasonable.
"You know? Harry really admires you. And he's been in a pretty bad state lately, so I think if you can come to watch the match, maybe he'll cheer up again."
"Admire me? He's the famous Harry Potter."
"But he's also just an 11-year-old kid." Hermione said firmly, "You have to know, you took down the troll all by yourself. You might not know this, but the story you told has already been twisted beyond recognition by them, in the version they tell, you've almost become a monster scarier than the troll. Harry and the others almost talk about you every day. I'm almost tired of hearing it."
Hermione's reply left Link speechless. He had thought that after being passed around by word of mouth, the story might get twisted, but he really didn't expect it would develop like this.
It's just that… should he really go watch Harry's debut match?
Link hesitated in his heart. Principally speaking, he really didn't want too much entanglement with Harry and the others. But now it seemed like it was already too late to say this. Just based on the current situation, he was already deeply involved.
Sighing, Link slowly said, "Let's talk about it later. If I decide to go, I'll let you know."
After saying that, Link buried himself back in his books.
Hermione wanted to say something more, but seeing this, she shut her mouth. There was a somewhat disappointed expression on her face.
She had originally wanted to ask Link about self-made spells, this matter had been lingering in her mind for several days. But seeing Link now clearly not wanting to talk to her anymore, she could only silently lower her head.
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Three days later, at the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
"Link! Go for it! You can do it!"
"Yeah! Link! The future of Hufflepuff depends on you!"
Listening to the excited voices of John and the others, the muscles on Link's face were a little stiff.
To be honest, he really didn't want to come watch the match. Wasn't it better to stay in the dorm reading and doing experiments?
But John and the others didn't think so.
"Link, remember what I told you?" A tall and strong Hufflepuff student patted Link's shoulder and said, "That girl inviting you to the match is a great opportunity. I bet she's fallen for you. You saved her life, after all. Later when you're watching the match with them, just go hard at flirting with that girl, and then dig for information about Gryffindor's team. Whether it's about Harry Potter or the other players, we want it all. Even though that girl isn't pretty, we can only ask you to bear with it! Link."
Link didn't say anything. His heart was extremely conflicted at this moment. He really hadn't expected that one day he would be forced to use the handsome man strategy on Hermione. This was just too crazy.
Thinking like this, Link finally could only cast his gaze toward Cedric not far away.
In his opinion, someone as upright as Cedric definitely wouldn't want him to use such underhanded tactics to gather intel.
However, facing Link's gaze, Cedric awkwardly turned his head away.
Link's expression immediately turned darker.
'Good for you, Cedric. You looked so honest and righteous, but once you're cut open, you're just as shady.'
While secretly criticizing Cedric in his heart, John gently nudged Link and said, "Go quickly, Link. The match is about to start! Don't keep the girl waiting."
Hearing this, the surrounding Hufflepuffs also gathered around, agreeing as they pushed Link toward the Gryffindor stands.
Some even reached out to grab Link's legs, from the looks of it, if Link really didn't cooperate, they were thinking of carrying him over there.
Link glared at the guy who reached for his leg. Seeing that he had no intention of letting go, Link gritted his teeth and shouted, "Let me go! I'll walk on my own!"
Everyone was startled by Link's sudden yell and instinctively let go.
Then they saw Link shake the wrinkles out of his robe, snort coldly, and stride toward the Gryffindor stands.
That back view really gave off the feeling of a cold wind blowing across the desert before a tragic battle.
"Link… truly a good man..."
John sighed emotionally, and as he spoke, he somehow pulled out a white handkerchief from somewhere, waving it toward Link's back.
And at this moment, Cedric, who had been hiding behind like a turtle, finally stepped forward.
He lightly patted John's shoulder, guilt almost overflowing from his face.
'Sorry, Link. I'll make it up to you later.' In his heart, he silently apologized to Link, then Cedric finally waved his hand and commanded the crowd, "Alright! Stop crowding here. Others might get suspicious. Let's head back to our own stands!"
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