"What about me?" Michael Corner cut in. "My magical essay on dittany had material that showed up on the exam too!"
Harry and the others were all taken aback. "Huh? Did it?"
"How could it not?" Michael's tone grew urgent. "The part about dittany's effects! Did you all skip that question?"
Ron's expression turned serious. He looked at Michael and said solemnly, "Michael, you're actually a boy!"
"What else would I be?" Michael froze for a moment, then asked in confusion. "Isn't that obvious?"
"Exactly! It's obvious!" Anthony burst out laughing. "Just like the function of dittany that you mentioned in your magical essay!"
Michael rolled his eyes, about to retort, when Anthony added, "Dittany is first-year Herbology material!"
"We all know it's very effective at healing wounds. In an emergency, you can chew it up and apply it directly to a wound. At the very least, it'll stop you from bleeding."
Michael shot Anthony a glare. "Fine, we know you're impressive!"
Just as Michael was about to say something else, an elderly yet powerful voice suddenly rang out. "Ah! Lovegood!"
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw a hunched witch, so old that she resembled a strip of walking bark, with wrinkles as dense and intricate as a spider web across her face.
Vizet was the first to smile. "Good morning, Madam Marchbanks! It's wonderful to see you again!"
The last time he had seen Griselda Marchbanks had been at the Ministry of Magic, where she had voted, as one of the Wizengamot members, in support of him becoming the "England Wizengamot Youth Representative."
Besides that, Griselda Marchbanks held another position: she was the head of the England Wizarding Examinations Authority.
Therefore, Vizet was not at all surprised to see Griselda Marchbanks here at this time.
Griselda Marchbanks revealed