Chapter 62: A Day Trip to the Slytherin Common Room, Anyone?

"Cedric."

Wilson waved his wand and rescued his housemates while turning to his friend, "Check their injuries and see if anyone needs to be sent to the hospital wing."

"Alright."

Cedric nodded seriously, and while checking one of the students, he found a folded piece of paper on their chest, immediately realizing it might be left by the attackers.

"Wilson, there's a note here!"

Slytherin, Revenge.

The note had only a simple sentence, which was Slytherin's motto. Slytherin students never gave up on revenge against any enemies.

Even though their revenge methods were quite low-level.

The senior Slytherin students seemed to realize they couldn't do much to Wilson for now, so they ambushed a few Hufflepuff students and hung them in the most conspicuous place in the school.

After all, Wilson and the Hufflepuff prefects couldn't keep an eye on all their housemates all the time. Slytherin students retaliated against ordinary Hufflepuff students to show their response to Wilson.

Fortunately, those guys knew some restraint; the few Hufflepuff students hanging upside down at the castle entrance weren't seriously injured, mostly just suffering minor injuries from the ambush.

The young Hufflepuffs and the injured students couldn't help but look at Wilson. They now saw the grey-haired boy as their pillar, waiting for him to make a decision.

"Wilson, we need to talk to the Slytherins..."

Cedric spread his arms, looking at Wilson and suggesting, "If they keep doing this, we have to stop them..."

"Let's eat first."

Wilson made a very typical Hufflepuff suggestion and added, "Don't tell anyone else about this, we'll talk after dinner."

Nothing was more important than eating.

The Slytherin students didn't come to the Great Hall for dinner, perhaps knowing that they might be ambushed by the Hufflepuffs there.

During the entire dinner, the Hufflepuff freshmen and a few victims ate with little appetite, often hesitating to speak when they saw Wilson and Tonks talking.

In the Hufflepuff common room.

Just as everyone was about to head back to their dormitories, Wilson suddenly called out to everyone, "Tomorrow is Saturday, there are no classes. We can all go for a tour of the Slytherin common room..."

"..."

All the Hufflepuff students were instantly puzzled.

What was this?

A weekend with no classes, a day trip to the Slytherin common room?

It clearly sounded like they were planning to pick a fight with Slytherin!

Why did their little badger always have issues with the Slytherin house?

If anyone asked this question, Wilson would surely answer that it was because neither Gryffindor nor Ravenclaw students had ever come to bother him...

Cedric frowned, looking at the confused housemates around him, and quietly explained what had happened before dinner.

A few innocent victims still had bruised eyes...

During dinner, people kept asking, but those few students remained silent.

After hearing the whole story, the Hufflepuff students were instantly incensed!

Tonks, the fifth-year head girl, grabbed her wand, ready to trouble Slytherin, "If they have any issues, they should come at us. Bullying Phil and the others is nothing but cowardly!"

Originally, only Wilson liked hanging people on the walls...

Later, Tonks and the senior Hufflepuff students adopted this habit too.

The Slytherin students bullying innocent Hufflepuffs was clearly revenge against the Hufflepuff seniors. The head girl, who possessed qualities of Gryffindor, was furious!

"Don't be impulsive."

A spell suddenly shot out, instantly immobilizing Tonks!

Wilson played with his wand expressionlessly and said in a low voice, "We can't break curfew without reason. Take Tonks back to her room..."

"..."

A group of Hufflepuff students couldn't help but look at each other.

Hearing these words from Wilson felt strange, because he had been the main force in the conflict between Hufflepuff and Slytherin lately...

However...

Wilson hardly ever violated those rarely enforced school rules.

Incredible.

"The curfew lifts at 5:30 in the morning."

Wilson scanned the room, stating their schedule, "Anyone interested in touring the Slytherin common room, meet here before 5:30."

"But there's a problem."

A female prefect couldn't help but raise a question, "Wilson, we can't enter other house common rooms. Each house has its own password, and only students from that house can open their common room door. We don't know the Slytherin password..."

"We don't need a password."

Wilson played with his wand and slowly looked at everyone, "Does anyone have other plans for tomorrow? If you do, feel free to go about your business..."

Then he added, "Of course, I hope my friends won't be absent. When I look back on my time at Hogwarts, I want to remember my friends standing with me..."

"..."

Who could argue with that!

The seventh-year Hufflepuff prefect couldn't help but laugh, looking at Wilson helplessly, "Alright, looks like our Quidditch practice will have to be in the afternoon..."

Since Hogwarts' Quidditch matches were held before Christmas, their practice time was already very tight.

But for standing up for the little badgers, they didn't mind the delay.

In fact, the Hufflepuff prefects' main role was to prevent the Slytherin prefects from bullying others. When it came to fights, Wilson and Tonks were enough...

Since the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team had spoken, the other team members naturally had no objections. They preferred to act with their housemates anyway.

Honestly...

People who liked Quidditch generally had good personalities.

"Haha, I think visiting the Slytherin common room will be more interesting than Quidditch practice!"

"After dealing with the Slytherins in the morning, everyone can come watch our Quidditch practice in the afternoon! Hey, don't make those disgusted faces!"

"If your practice was a bit more interesting, we'd be happy to watch..."

"You guys practicing are really... boring to watch..."

"If our Hufflepuff Quidditch team went to the World Cup, I'd support you, but I'd hope you'd refund my ticket after the game..."

Generally speaking.

Quidditch players had good personalities, but poor skills.

Listening to these senior students discuss how bad the Hufflepuff Quidditch team was, Wilson felt a weird and annoyingly familiar sense of déjà vu...

Until these students talked about when the Hufflepuff Quidditch team might make it to the finals, the seventh-year prefect finally couldn't listen anymore and awkwardly urged, "Alright, let's stop. We have to wake up early tomorrow. So, everyone should get some rest..."