Hogwarts, Please Graduate Soon, Ch 62.5

Gathering his courage, Cedric also threw his letter into the gargoyle's mouth.

"Hey? You have a letter for Dumbledore too?"

"Wait, what are you guys doing?!"

"No, hurry, stop! We're going to fill it up!"

"Don't be so rough! Be gentle!"

Finally, when the last little wizard stuffed his letter into the water gargoyle's mouth, the gargoyle visibly bulged with the accumulated letters.

"Thank you for your hard work," Wayne said, patting its head, "make sure to remind the Headmaster."

With that, he swiftly led the Badgers away.

Everyone had a rather unusual flush on their faces.

It was truly exhilarating.

In the history of Hogwarts, there had never been such a spectacle where an entire house of little wizards collectively complained about a professor.

They were about to make history!

This is a big deal!

Hogwarts had no secrets; within less than a day, the news of the entire Hufflepuff house complaining about Quirrell spread throughout the school like wildfire.

At first, the initial response to this shocking news was disbelief.

However, with every Hufflepuff student saying the same thing, not to mention many people saw them heading toward the upper floors that morning, the whole school exploded in excitement!

Hufflepuff has always been the most low-key of the houses, never causing trouble, and the other houses have never provoked them. Their presence is so faint that it's almost nonexistent. Even parents tell their children that if they don't have any notable traits, they'll end up in Hufflepuff.

However, this time Hufflepuff did something that made Gryffindor envious, Slytherin mock, and Ravenclaw take notice.

During dinner, the atmosphere in the Great Hall was extremely strange. The teachers at the guest table were few and far between. Dumbledore, Snape, and Quirrell all had empty seats. Professor Sprout was fidgeting, holding her utensils the wrong way.

"Pomona," Professor McGonagall sighed, hesitated for a moment, then said, "You should have stopped them."

Professor Sprout helplessly set down her utensils. "Do you think I didn't want to?"

"The problem is… I only found out this afternoon," she replied.

McGonagall's eyelids shot up in shock. "They didn't tell you about such a big event?" She could hardly believe that Hufflepuff was capable of something like this. If it had been Gryffindor, she wouldn't have been so surprised.

What McGonagall didn't know was that after learning about the badgers' exploits, the lions had also jumped into action. How could they let Hufflepuff enjoy all the attention to themselves? By the end of the afternoon, nearly a hundred complaint letters from Gryffindor had piled up in the belly of the water-dripping stone gargoyle.

Of course, McGonagall was completely unaware of this. She hurriedly questioned Sprout, "What's going on? Who started this?"

Professor Flitwick, nearby, cast a concerned glance at them.

Sprout sighed, "It was Mr. Lawrence."

The two professors stared in disbelief. Lawrence… had this first-year student become so audacious?

At the Hufflepuff table, Wayne was surrounded by a group of people, including both Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. The Weasley twins were even playfully acting as if they were in submission.

"Wayne, this is so cool! We've always dreamt of being able to play like this!"

Suddenly, a figure forcefully pushed through the crowd and marched up to Wayne, dragging him toward the exit without a word.

"Wow…" Cedric exclaimed quietly.

"Isn't that the one from Gryffindor? No, it's… Ravenclaw's new seeker?"