My Mouth Isn't Hard? Ask My Girlfriend If You Don't Believe Me

Inside a train compartment, a girl was staring excitedly at the... flowerpot in front of her.

A flowerpot sat before both her and the boy opposite her, each containing a Balloon Pustule Grass.

This plant would swell up whenever it was touched, eventually bursting and drenching its owner in pus.

Wizards often used these things for fun, like Russian roulette. Whoever's plant burst first lost. Since the pus contained plenty of toxins that caused rashes all over anyone splashed by it, it was also classified as a prohibited item.

The boy excitedly poked the plant in front of the girl again. "Hiss, it was so close—"

"My turn, my turn—but did you hear something just now?"

"No. Hurry up, hurry up—we have to settle this between us. The Head Girl or Boy doing carriage inspections will be here soon..."

Christmas break had ended, but Hogwarts still retained some of its festive atmosphere. The Christmas trees in the Great Hall had yet to be removed—and atop one of them was a gnome dressed up as a little angel.

The poor thing had not eaten anything throughout the entire Christmas break and could no longer even lift its claws.

Some girls approached Sean, hoping that kind-hearted teaching assistant Mr. Wallop could save the poor little creature.

"Professor Wallop, that little guy is so pitiful. Please save it... We aren't very familiar with Professor Hagrid..." the girls pleaded pitifully.

Hagrid's size alone was intimidating, not to mention his performance during Care of Magical Creatures. Younger students who did not know him well were generally quite afraid of him.

Compared to him, the tall, handsome, powerful, and gentle teaching assistant Mr. Wallop was clearly the better choice—Professor Wallop was gentle most of the time, reserving his strict demands for the classroom.

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