"Rita Skeeter? The Daily Prophet reporter?" Fred asked with a confused expression, "What does she have to do with this?"

George added from the side, "Besides, we're not interested in her. She's destined for unrequited love."

"That's a real pity." Kyle didn't continue the topic. He gave a perfunctory reply and then walked through the two of them.

Lunch had already started. Kyle just wanted to sit down and enjoy the tender steak and pumpkin juice, not stand at the entrance of the Great Hall like an idiot.

But Fred and George didn't think the same way. They followed Kyle to the Hufflepuff table.

"Although we have no evidence, I just have this feeling that the Charms classroom only exploded because you were there."

Fred squeezed past Cedric and sat down next to Kyle. He grabbed a glass of pumpkin juice and drank a large mouthful before continuing, "Why was everything fine before? As soon as you arrived, this happened. It must have been your influence."

Hearing this, Kyle felt his back sink. He almost choked on the pumpkin juice.

What was he talking about? What had he done? He had been helping the whole time. They had to pin this on him?

Kyle turned his head and, without a word, directly gave them the middle finger.

But Fred didn't even notice. He continued to talk to himself, "It's a pity you're not in Gryffindor."

"We asked around." George said with a smile, "The Gryffindor freshmen had Potions first. If you had been there, and with the freshmen cooperating, it could have been Snape who ended up in the hospital wing."

"Yeah, it's too bad." Fred put down his pumpkin juice and said with regret, "If we could send Snape to the hospital wing, you would be a Gryffindor… no, you would be the hero of all of Hogwarts!"

He didn't know what Fred had thought about. Just a moment ago, he was filled with regret, but suddenly he became excited. His whole body was trembling.

He was so excited that Fred didn't even feel Cedric secretly tugging on his robe.

"Seriously, Kyle, I still think you shouldn't be in Hufflepuff. Gryffindor is your true home."

"Let's say you're right, but Fred, George..." Kyle suddenly cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Why would you think the Gryffindor freshmen would cooperate with me to deal with Professor Snape?

In my opinion, the Gryffindor wizards are all very polite and they speak nicely. Their Head of House is also friendly. They wouldn't be so... well, not rule-abiding."

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"What are you talking about, Kyle? Good and rule-abiding kids would be sorted into Gryffindor?" Fred was stunned for a moment. Then he raised an eyebrow, "Oh, right, I can't say that. I should say we just like adventures..."

"So... Mr. Weasley, is that your reason for not eating at your house table?"

A cold, emotionless voice came from behind them.

The smiles on Fred and George's faces vanished. They turned their heads to look behind them with difficulty.

"Professor McGonagall, when did you get here…" Fred forced a smile, more painful than crying. He said stiffly, "That, I think you've misunderstood. I can explain."

"No need, Mr. Weasley. I believe I can understand what you're saying. There are no misunderstandings. Besides, you should be grateful that it's me standing here, not Professor Snape."

Professor McGonagall's expression was calm as if she was no different from her usual self. "Because you're disrespecting the professor, Gryffindor loses ten points, ten points each."

Thankfully, it was just points.

Fred and George sighed with relief. It was only the beginning of the school year. Gryffindor's House points were still abundant. Twenty points were acceptable.

"Besides..." Professor McGonagall glanced at the twins and continued, "In light of your poor behavior at the Sorting Ceremony, the two of you will be in detention every night for the next week."

Fred and George were struck by lightning.

Sorting Ceremony? They thought that was already over...

They didn't care about losing points, but detention was different. Especially a whole week, seven days without being able to sneak out at night! It was practically killing them!

They were already starting to despair.

"Professor, please..."

Fred and George looked at Professor McGonagall with pitiful eyes, trying to evoke her mercy.

Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall didn't care at all. Her tone didn't waver even a bit:

"Detention starts at eleven o'clock tonight. Go see Filch. He'll take you to the Trophy Room. There's a register there, which records the names and achievements of all the outstanding Gryffindor students since the house was founded.

You need to transcribe that register completely until you're done. Remember, it's one copy each, and you can't use magic or Quick-Quotes Quills. You have to write it all by hand."

Professor McGonagall finished speaking and pointed towards Gryffindor, "Now, Mr. Weasleys, get back to your table!"

Fred and George were struck by lightning. They lowered their heads and quickly returned to their Gryffindor seats, their faces filled with utter despair.

Kyle lowered his head too. He had to hold back his laughter. After the twins left, he acted as if nothing had happened, turned his head, and said, "Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall. It's good to see you here."

Professor McGonagall's voice finally showed a slight change as she replied, "Good afternoon, Mr. Chopper."

"Just call me Kyle, Professor." Kyle smiled, "Have you had lunch? If not, join us here."

Cedric also realized what was happening and quickly moved to the side, leaving a large enough space.

Professor McGonagall's expression softened. She said, "I would love to, but unfortunately, I've already eaten."

To maintain her authoritative persona, Professor McGonagall would usually come to the Great Hall at mealtimes or stay in her office. She rarely ate with the students.

"That's too bad." Kyle sighed lightly. The other Hufflepuffs also cooperated by showing a look of disappointment, as if they wanted to eat with Professor McGonagall.

All good boys.

Professor McGonagall looked at this scene and then compared it to the chaotic Gryffindor table next door. A wave of fatigue washed over her.

There was no such thing as a good comparison.

Why were all the good kids in other houses? Especially Kyle and Cedric. It would be great if even one of them were in Gryffindor.

That blasted Sorting Hat...