Small Is Cute Too

Harry was in high spirits all the way back, as if he had taken some kind of Jubilee Potion.

As it turns out, Sirius is indeed a master at picking up girls; this guy not only has the stats, but also the skills.

It's terrifying enough for someone to be a numerical monster, let alone someone with exceptional skills...

Otherwise, why wouldn't Mrs. Black be at all worried about her son Black family home?

"The Godfather is still the Godfather," Harry thought to himself, giving Sirius a silent thumbs-up.

Although Cassandra stomped on Harry's foot as she left, it was all good overall.

When Ron returned to his dormitory, he saw the strange smile on Harry's face and couldn't help but shudder.

"What were you doing, buddy?"

"It's nothing," Harry replied unconsciously, his mind still replaying the romantic moment.

"Then why are you laughing like that..." Ron searched for an adjective for a long time, and finally settled on the relatively less offensive word "rogue".

"You'll understand later, Ron." Harry glanced at Ron. "Hurry up and go to sleep. I mean... it's getting late, and if we don't go to sleep soon, we'll be late tomorrow morning!"

"Alright."

Seeing that Harry was unwilling to talk about it, Ron didn't press further.

"Where are Seamus and Neville?" Harry asked, sitting on the bed and looking at the two empty beds.

"They went out, apparently to practice a few minor Charms, the ones Professor Lupin taught them before," Ron replied. "But Professor Lupin specifically told us not to let Professor Snape see us use these Charms... I wanted to go too, but then I thought, if Professor Snape finds out, I'll be in big trouble..."

You know what, Ron actually knows pretty well how he attracts Snape...

It's easy to imagine that the Charms Lupin taught them must have been the same minor Charms that the Marauders had experimented on Snape.

Whether it's harmless or not is unknown, but Snape claimed that he was Marauders, so Sirius also speculated that if he didn't like it, he would leave on his own.

"You've certainly thought this through, Ron." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. "I have no doubt that if you were to say a bad word about Professor Snape right now, he would be right behind you."

"Hahahaha..." Ron laughed, hands on his hips. "How could that be? This is Gryffindor dormitory. Even Professor Snape couldn't just suddenly appear behind me, could he?"

Harry stared straight at him.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

To everyone's surprise, Ron shook his head and refused without hesitation.

I won't try.

Just kidding, this is a death sentence if you try it...

Harry smiled; he saw through Ron's guilty conscience.

"Go to sleep," he said. "You have Potions Class tomorrow. Maybe you can badmouth him while he's brewing Potions in the classroom—that's a good suggestion, Ron, you can give it a try."

Ron chuckled twice, his teeth aching, and decisively refused.

He wasn't willing to gamble on whether Snape would suddenly appear behind him and deduct a point from his score.

The second semester of third grade doesn't have too many demanding courses, since the OWL exams don't start until fifth grade.

The so-called OWLs exams are short for Ordinary Wizarding Levels, which is an abbreviation of the first letter and means Ordinary Wizarding Levels.

This exam is a subject-specific exam that fifth-year students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry must take, and it is administered by the Wizarding Examinations Authority.

Required courses include Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Charms, Astronomy, and Herbology. Elective courses include Ancient Runes, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, and Muggle Studies.

In the third year, young wizards must choose at least two elective subjects.

Not everyone is Academic Bully like Hermione, who chose almost all electives; Harry only chose Divination Class and Care of Magical Creatures, and sometimes he didn't even go.

One of the things that makes Professor Trelawney popular is that she doesn't really care whether the young wizards who chose her class actually come to class, which often results in a shortage of students in the third-year Divination Class.

According to Veratia's explanation, the concept of the Ordinary Wizarding Levels is based on the British secondary education of Muggle, and is the final written examination for students; if they pass this examination, the school will award them titles in various subjects at all levels.

Harry was completely confused, but he managed to grasp the main points of her words.

This exam was imported from the Muggle world.

It seems that the wizarding world is not entirely closed off, and it does have exchanges with the outside world.

However, this has nothing to do with him for the time being. The people who need to worry about this exam right now are Cedric and Megan.

They haven't been participating in the Dueling Club activities lately, and spend their days sitting in the Great Hall scratching their heads, trying to cram all the knowledge into their brains.

But as it turns out, this knowledge didn't really stick in his head.

Cedric is pretty good; he's also a Academic Bully, so he can handle the OWLs quite well.

But Megan is different; she's not particularly good at studying.

Occasionally, Harry would invite Cassandra out, ostensibly to replenish their magic.

After each time Harry replenishes his magic, he chats with Sirius about his progress, and Sirius gives him advice.

In Sirius's words, people like Miss Malfoy are all hypocrites; you should just listen to the opposite of what she says when she says no.

For example, "I don't want you to interfere" can be translated as "You need to come and care about me," and "You're really annoying" can be translated as "I don't actually hate you for being like this."

But Sirius also emphasized to Harry that for such a severe case of hypocrisy, it was not suitable to use strong medicine. Each time, they should take it a little bit more and be careful not to go too far.

Harry, of course, took these words as gospel, after all, he did just that and it proved to be very effective.

After all, when it comes to picking up girls, the Godfather is a master.

Listen to him, you can't go wrong.

Cassandra initially only allowed him to hug her waist, completely forbidding him from doing anything more outrageous—but now, she's even allowed him to reach out and touch her legs.

This is a significant improvement, at least for Harry.

Time flies, and June is here in the blink of an eye.

Veratia has also returned from the Muggle world, and it is said that she has earned two doctoral degrees.

Hermione stared in shock at Veratia's degree certificate. In her mind, a doctorate usually took several years to complete...

The extraordinary person in front of me completed his undergraduate, master's, and doctoral degrees in just one and a half years, and even earned two degrees...

My Jesus...

However, considering that Veratia got a lot of Skele-Gro from Snape, as well as the Time-Turner, Hermione felt somewhat at peace with it.

After all, she's that kind of person too, using the Time-Turner to take multiple courses at the same time.

"It seems you've become a complete Muggle, Grindelwald."

In the abandoned classroom, Cassandra couldn't resist teasing Veratia with her words.

"Oh." Veratia wasn't angry, but instead winked mysteriously at Cassandra: "But I'm in seventh grade this year, and I'll be graduating soon—in fact, I'm your senior now."

"Hmph." Cassandra raised her chin and snorted. "Senior? Yes, you are actually older than me... but the question is, besides age, what else are you older than me in?"

To Cassandra's surprise, Veratia delivered the decisive blow with just one action and one sentence.

She puffed out her chest and proudly declared, "My breasts are bigger than yours!"

A small vein bulged on Cassandra's forehead. She took a deep breath, but her eyes couldn't help but linger on Veratia's well-developed pectoral muscles.

While watching, she was comparing the images in her mind, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Why are you so disappointing!

Out of the corner of her eye Cassandra saw Pabbie standing to the side, asleep with her chin resting on her chest. Pointing at Pabbie, she said, "But you're not as good as her, Grindelwald!"

However, this did not break Veratia's defenses; she simply smiled nonchalantly.

"Being older than you is enough," she said.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Harry quickly grabbed Cassandra's arm. "Small ones are cute too..."

These words, once spoken, immediately shifted Cassandra's anger onto Harry.

It wasn't that Cassandra was unreasonable; it was just that Harry's words were worse than nothing, adding fuel to the fire.

Saying it's a finishing blow is more like a consolation.

"Potter!" she snapped, squinting.

Harry immediately sat up straight and didn't answer.

"But what I'm more curious about is why Pabbie is still sleeping standing up?"

Veratia quietly gave Harry a thumbs-up, timely helping him out of the awkward situation, saying, "See, is it a habit you picked up when you were Unicorn?"

"I guess so?" Harry was also quite curious about what kind of balance it took for someone to fall asleep standing up...

However, he had heard that some people had fallen asleep during Quidditch Match...

Of course, not the kind of baby-like sleep you get from Bludger, but actually falling asleep naturally on a broom.

What kind of extraordinary person could achieve this level?

Pabbie stood there sleeping peacefully until they called out to him as they were leaving, Pabbie startled him awake.

"Phew, I actually fell asleep..."

Pabbie wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. "Sorry, I couldn't sleep at all last night..."

She hadn't heard a word of what was being said. It seemed like there was something delicious in her dream, otherwise Pabbie wouldn't have been drooling.

After all, Hufflepuff loves food, and having not tasted food for a hundred years, she naturally wants to eat something to get revenge after suddenly gaining a body.

However, eating too much can be a burden on the body and may even lead to obesity.

Pabbie doesn't want to become a slightly chubby girl, so she consciously controls her food intake, which is why she dreams of eating.

No other reason than that I've been eating grass lately.

They really are eating grass.

Since regaining her human form, Pabbie can switch freely between her magical Margus and her human form.

This can be considered a kind of "blessing in disguise".

It would be a bit incongruous for Pabbie to eat grass in human form, so he always chooses to transform into Unicorn when he eats grass.

That way, it won't seem too out of place.

"Looks like you really have turned into a donkey, haven't you?"

Cassandra chuckled teasingly, "And you're quite comfortable with your old identity, you can even fall asleep standing up..."

"It's Unicorn!" Pabbie corrected him angrily.

Cassandra didn't reply, but her eyes clearly said, "She's a donkey."

Pabbie was furious, but she had no way to fight back and could only bite her sleeve in helpless rage.

"If I remember correctly, you two have been practicing Occlumency?"

Veratia suddenly said to Harry, then looked at Cassandra, "So much time has passed, don't tell me Harry hasn't made any progress."

"Of course not!" Harry slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair. "I've completely mastered Occlumency..."

"Really?" Veratia asked in return.

"Certainly!"

Before Harry could finish speaking, he saw Veratia reach out and pull out her wand, pointing it at Harry.

In that instant, Harry cleared his mind.

From the sudden attack of the Charms Legilimency, Veratia saw only a blank space, as if she were in a closed space with only white walls.

She withdrew from Legilimency and said approvingly, "It seems your training has been quite effective. However, this level is more than enough for you. After all, you don't intend to be a double agent like Professor Snape, infiltrating someone's inner circle. So, the part about how to fabricate false memories can be skipped."

Believe it or not, even Cassandra, who has always been at odds with her, nodded in agreement on this point.

"I think Grindelwald is right, Potter." She rested one elbow on her hand and the other on her chin. "You should focus your energy on practicing Charms instead."

Yeah?

Harry looked at Veratia suspiciously, then at Cassandra, and had a bad feeling about it.

Why do I feel like these two women are teaming up to fool me?

He's no longer the naive and clueless saint he used to be; now he's much more shrewd...

However, he remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he was planning to study further.

Regardless of whether we can use the fabricated memories later, I've already mastered the Occlumency, so I don't mind learning a little more.

Of course, judging from their expressions, they definitely wouldn't teach him.

so...

Harry then decided to ask Professor Snape for advice on how to fabricate false memories to deceive the person using Legilimency on him.

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