Vivi's Fury

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was time for the final exams.

Since the Moonpetal leaves have all been used up, Harry will have to wait until September to continue his search for Merlin's ruins.

The Moonpetal used in Merlin's trials is a magical plant unique to Britain and is quite rare. Its leaves are not only used to start Merlin's trials, but are also an important ingredient in Potions brewing.

Therefore, this kind of product has always been in high demand in the market.

Buying Moonpetal leaves out of season can be quite expensive.

In order to begin the Merlin's trials, Harry bought up almost all the Moonpetal on the market, so that at least the leaves of this plant could no longer be found there.

The exams weren't complicated, and everything went smoothly except for Professor Snape's Potions Class exam.

Abufosi was appointed to administer the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam at Hogwarts this time.

After all, the school board member Miss Sweeting Pabbie Sweeting, had already made a formal statement that Professor Snape was showing favoritism towards Slytherin, which was an inappropriate act that seriously damaged the image of Hogwarts teachers.

After learning that Pabbie had told on him, Snape looked at Pabbie with a subtle, complex expression.

Of course, it wouldn't warrant looking at James Potter with that kind of gaze.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the written test for Potions Class.

After the exam, he stood up and took a few deep breaths.

He was quite Hermione, at least Hermione let him write his own paper, which he then used for the Potions Class exam.

At least he wouldn't get a low score in Potions Class this time, he thought.

"How did your exam go?" Seamus asked, standing beside him.

Ron initially wanted to tell the truth, but after thinking about it, he said instead, "I didn't do very well on the test, I bombed it."

"Really?" Seamus smiled, revealing a kindred spirit. "Good heavens, I didn't do well on the test either. There were so many questions I couldn't answer. Why was the Potions Class test so hard this time?"

"Me too," Neville said sadly. "I studied hard before the exam, so why did I forget everything during the test? Oh my god..."

Hermione chimed in, "I think you should overcome your nervousness; you're really terrified of Professor Snape."

At this point, Ron thought for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What's wrong?" everyone asked curiously.

Ron wanted to speak, but then he thought of Snape, who was like a ghost to him, and so he kept quiet.

"Let's eat first, and talk again when we get back to the Common Room."

This piqued everyone's curiosity, especially Seamus, who nudged Ron with his elbow and said, "Just tell us already, it's like we have Niffler crawling all over us..."

"No, no," Ron quickly shook his head. "I don't want to lose any more points."

Once he said that, everyone understood what was going on.

They must be stalking Snape from behind, otherwise they wouldn't be so cautious.

Ron is now in a state of extreme fear, like someone who has been bitten by a snake once and is now afraid of ropes for ten years. His biggest worry now is saying something bad about Snape and getting caught.

"You're being far too cautious," Seamus muttered. "I simply don't believe Professor Snape would suddenly appear behind you."

After he finished speaking, he looked behind him and, sure enough, Snape was eating at the Faculty Table.

"No, I've decided to wait a bit longer," Ron said cautiously.

Once back in his dorm room, Ron couldn't help but burst into laughter.

His smile piqued Harry's curiosity as well.

"What exactly are you thinking about?" he asked curiously.

"I was wondering, if Neville stays at the school and becomes a professor, will he get points deducted when he meets Snape?" Ron laughed, clutching his stomach. "Just imagine, Neville's first reaction when he sees Professor Snape is to back away, and then Snape will say to him—'You're a professor now, I won't deduct points from Gryffindor anymore, you cowardly Longbottom.'"

As he spoke, Ron diligently imitated Snape's tone, making his classmates burst into laughter.

"Good heavens, Ron..." Neville shuddered. "This isn't funny at all. I think I really saw Professor Snape saying that about me!"

"You're going to have nightmares tonight, Neville," Harry said, patting Neville's arm. "I think you should be thinking about happy things right now, instead of all that about Professor Snape."

This is a very sound suggestion; at least that's what everyone thinks.

That night, Neville woke up from a nightmare while he was sleeping.

"Professor Snape! Don't deduct points from my score!"

Harry, who was reading by moonlight, turned around and reassured him, "Don't worry, this is our Gryffindor dormitory, Neville."

"Oh, it's in the dorm..."

Neville nodded blankly, then lay down and continued to snore.

Three days later, the results were officially released.

However, to everyone's surprise, Ron received an "O" in Potions Class.

"You lied to me!" Seamus roared at Ron. "You told me you did badly on the test, but you got a zero! Good heavens, you traitor..."

"I didn't do well on the test, but I guess I just guessed right, right?" Ron said with a smile, scratching his head, which only made him more irritating.

The result was that the Weasley twins hugged Ron and had everyone tickle him.

"Hahahaha... Stop scratching! Stop scratching!" Ron struggled frantically, but his two older brothers' strong hold on him made it impossible for him to escape.

After all, they are fourth-grade students. Locking up a second-grade student is like playing a joke.

However, to Harry's surprise, Veratia's grades were a bunch of O's, plus a particularly conspicuous "T".

This "T" is not some other grade; it is Muggle Studies.

The professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts is Charity Burbage, a bespectacled professor who looks very academic.

Veratia held the report card, unable to accept the fact for a long time.

In fact, if she had received a "T" for other grades, Veratia would have been perfectly fine with it—after all, she doesn't attend classes much, so getting a "T" would have been expected.

But Muggle Studies... she really couldn't accept it, because she had been completely immersed in the Muggle world during this period.

And she'll get her bachelor's degree after this semester... Veratia really finds it hard to accept that she doesn't understand Muggle.

In the Muggle Studies office, Veratia sat opposite Professor Burbage, meeting her gaze head-on without backing down.

"I need an explanation, Professor Burbage!"

Before Professor Burbage could say anything, Professor Dumbledore appeared in the office.

Seeing that the office was intact and Professor Burbage was unharmed, Dumbledore secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he complained a little.

Good heavens, Charity, why did you provoke her?

If it were any other course, it would be one thing, but Grindelwald grew up in the Muggle world and has been cramming for knowledge Muggle world this semester. To say that she's not good at Muggle Studies is just deliberately picking a fight.

"Charity," Professor Dumbledore said quickly before Professor Burbage Charity Boubagi could speak, "As far as I know, Miss Grindelwald has been studying in the Muggle world recently. If she doesn't understand Muggle, I can't think of anyone who does."

"But her answer is riddled with errors, Albus," Professor Burbage insisted. "I don't think such an answer deserves an 'O'."

"Sometimes focusing too much on the standard answer isn't a good thing, Charity." Dumbledore sighed. "I know you love Muggle and have always considered it your mission to eliminate racial discrimination, but you shouldn't discriminate against Miss Grindelwald because of her last name."

Veratia was stunned for a moment.

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She had no idea that Professor Burbage was this kind of person.

but...

Discriminating against Muggle is something my brother did; what does it have to do with me?

I didn't randomly use Avada Kedavra on Muggle. At most, I just caused those who disturbed my peace to have a heart attack, a stroke, or become paralyzed...

Essentially, I'm still a gentle and kind witch, okay?

"I didn't, Albus."

Professor Burbage sighed, took out Veratia's exam paper, and handed it to Dumbledore.

She intends to use concrete evidence to prove that her given "T" was not wrong at all.

Dumbledore took the exam paper and carefully glanced through it.

To be honest, Veratia's answer was impeccable, but he did have some disagreements... For example, Muggle technology had already jeopardized the survival of wizards.

That's a bit alarmist, he thought.

Dumbledore knew Professor Burbage very well. She opposed racial discrimination between pure-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards. She was kind and knew how to respect others.

but...

"I don't believe Muggle pose a threat to the survival of wizards," Professor Burbage said, pressing his hand on the table. "I think it's disrespectful for Muggle Muggle arbitrarily erase their memories..."

Veratia did not directly answer Professor Burbage's question, but instead made a deduction in favor of her.

"So you oppose the Wizarding Secrecy Law?" She looked sharply at Professor Burbage.

Professor Burbage suddenly felt like he was choking.

These words were actually quite harsh, because Veratia seized on her weakness, tucked her words into a tube, and blocked both sides.

If she insists that arbitrarily erasing Muggle ' memories is disrespectful to Muggle and that such behavior should be reduced, then she is essentially opposing the Wizarding Secrecy Law.

She absolutely could not bear this title, because the last person who tried to break the Wizarding Secrecy Law was named Gellert Grindelwald.

He's still imprisoned in Nurmengard.

If she denies wanting to break the Wizarding Secrecy Law, then she is contradicting herself, and her theory is simply untenable.

"Is my guess right, Professor Burbage?" Veratia looked at Professor Burbage with sharp eyes, as if trying to see through her. "That's why you go to such lengths to protect Muggle... I don't know what your perspective is, but Muggle aren't very accepting of us wizards either. The medieval torches are still fresh in our minds. I don't think Muggle are like you, completely approaching wizards with love and peace."

"But those accused of witchcraft are usually falsely accused," Professor Burbage tried to justify his theory. "They actually wanted to seize other people's property, not burn witches at the stake."

"But they were taking advantage of the Muggle ' hatred of wizards and witches, weren't they?" Veratia said with her arms crossed and a polite smile.

Professor Burbage was once again cornered by Veratia.

"I think there's nothing wrong with protecting the legitimate rights of Muggle, Professor Burbage," Veratia said gently. "But I hope you recognize one fact: you are a witch. This is the premise of all your claims. I don't think it's the right choice to harm the legitimate rights of wizards to compensate Muggle ... Doing so will push wizards further and further away from you, and even Muggle-born wizard may not agree with your claims."

"If you dismiss my entire exam paper simply because you think my opinion is incorrect, that's undoubtedly a form of discrimination," Veratia said again. She then looked at Dumbledore and asked, "Professor, I think I have the right to speak, don't I?"

"Yes, Miss Grindelwald," Dumbledore nodded.

Veratia's eyes flickered.

"So, Professor Burbage, I think this part of the answer only needs a partial deduction, not enough to get me a T, right?"

"Yes." Professor Burbage sighed. "I think it's my fault, Miss Grindelwald."

After saying that, she picked up her pen and crossed out the "T" on Veratia's test paper, replacing it with an "E".

Veratia curled the corners of her lips, turned around, and left the Muggle Studies office.

Oh...

She smiled disdainfully to herself.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the office.

He glanced at Veratia and said, "I thought you'd be angry, Senior Grindelwald."

"Anger simply stems from a feeling of powerlessness over the current situation," Veratia said casually. "At least I changed my grade from a 'T' to an 'E,' didn't I?"

"I really didn't expect you to be satisfied with just an 'E'," Professor Dumbledore said, blinking.

Veratia smiled and said to Dumbledore, "Life is inherently imperfect. I can't make everyone like me. Some people like me, and some people hate me. It is precisely this imperfection that makes our lives what they are."

"You're right, senior," Professor Dumbledore sighed. "Unfortunately, many people don't understand this."

After saying that, he asked again, "What are your plans? I mean, summer vacation—are you going to continue your studies at Muggle university, or do something else?"

Veratia glanced at Dumbledore.

She certainly understood what Dumbledore's subtext was.

Dumbledore's other meaning was—what are you taking Harry to do?

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