Sweeting's Flowers: Young Lady Malfoy's Reprimand

The workload in the third year is not too heavy. At least in their spare time, the students at Hogwarts have plenty of free time to engage in extracurricular activities.

The four houses in the same year took the Magical Care of Magical Creatures Care of Magical Creatures together, and Professor Hoot, who claimed to be from "Ming Dynasty), was everyone's favorite professor.

There's no other reason than that Professor Hoot is very kind and approachable, and most importantly, she also cooks delicious meals for the students.

It's easy to imagine just how adored Professor Hoot would be by her students in the British Empire, a place where even eating was like torture.

At that time, the British Empire was a true empire on which the sun never sets, not the Little Britain of 1995 that almost lost Northern Ireland and whose monarchy was largely powerless.

Even the most bloodline-obsessed wizards in the Magical World, who look down on Muggle, can't help but puff out their chests when they mention the British Empire.

But this has little to do with Professor Hoot of the Ming Dynasty. Firstly, wizards in the Magical World are not very interested in the changes of foreign Muggle forces. Secondly, the wizards of the Land of 404 did not follow suit and shave their heads and change their clothes. Even when invaded by barbarians, they still retained the oldest traditions, and the Magical World forces of that land were still very strong.

Harry also really likes Professor Hoot. Apart from Professor Garick, the big sister who often took care of him in Herbology Class, and Deputy Headmaster Weasley who looked after him, Professor Hoot is his favorite professor.

After the Care of Magical Creatures, Harry was asked to stay behind by Professor Hoot, along with Pabbie from Hufflepuff and some other classmates.

Pabbie is a very pretty little girl, lively, innocent, kind-hearted, and a bit of a social butterfly—that's Harry's impression of her.

"Harry!"

Pabbie skipped over to Harry —she knew the Gryffindor boy well, or at least that's what she thought.

"Oh, Pabbie." Harry greeted Pabbie in a very natural and friendly manner.

After attending Hogwarts for more than two years, Harry was no longer the timid orphan living with the Dursley family. With the care of his friends, he was growing up healthily and robustly.

Of course, this was also inseparable from the Malfoy family's upbringing.

Despite having no connection to the Malfoy family and being nominally Young Lady Malfoy's "servant," Harry felt much happier at the Malfoy family than at the Dursley family'.

While Dursley family ' "nephew," he was actually a "servant," doing all sorts of chores like washing dishes and weeding. In the Malfoy family, although he was nominally a "servant," Harry's treatment was no worse than that of Cassandra's brother Ignatius Malfoy when he was in school; the only difference was the title of "Young Master Potter."

A hundred years ago, Hogwarts was not like it was when Dumbledore Headmaster. The Magical World in that era was fraught with danger. You could run into nine Dark Wizard with bloodstained wands while you were out buying a pack of cigarettes. Naturally, Hogwarts ' education became much more rigorous.

Harry is a person who changes with his environment. If he were at Hogwarts in 1991, he would most likely be influenced by those around him, or become obsessed with Quidditch, or Wizard Chess, or Gobstones —it's hard to say when he would take Charms seriously.

But at Hogwarts, under the pressure of his surroundings, he became more serious about his studies.

In addition, his talent for Charms was top-notch, and he quickly stood out among his peers. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why Mr. Septimus recognized him, although it was not a major factor.

"It seems Professor Hoot will be cooking lots of delicious dishes again today," Pabbie said, standing on tiptoe with her hands behind her back.

Harry sniffed; he could smell the fragrance wafting from Professor Hoot's cottage.

"Are all Hogwarts professors of Magical Creatures so exceptionally talented in cooking?"

Of course, he quickly retracted that statement when he later met Hagrid.

Rock Cakes are delicious, but they are giant's biscuits and are not suitable for young wizards.

"I think so," Pabbie said with a smile. "My sister's father-in-law—that is, Mr. Scamander —is very good at cooking Italy food."

Oh yes, Italy food, mamomi!

As long as it's not Britain food, it's fine.

Harry was about to say something when a small whirlpool suddenly swept past him.

It is Taran, the House Elf of the Malfoy family.

"Young Master Potter," the Elf Taran bowed respectfully to Harry, "Miss Malfoy asked Taran to inform the esteemed Young Master Potter that she will be waiting for you in the Great Hall."

Harry didn't know whose idea it was, but the House Elf in the house all called him "young master," and even many other families that the Malfoy family had dealings with called him "Young Master Potter," instead of the aloof "Potter."

Harry gave a slight smirk.

"I understand, Taran." He was somewhat reluctant to part with Professor Hoot's delicious food. "Miss Malfoy should know that Professor Hoot asked me to stay behind for some business."

As the most powerful family of the century, the Malfoy family ' children could naturally bring their House Elf to Hogwarts.

rule?

The word "Malfoy" is a rule in the Magical World.

Having received Harry's reply, Taran said nothing, bowed respectfully again, and disappeared from the spot.

"House Elf..." Pabbie said with a hint of envy. "My mom also wants to have a House Elf, but she hasn't been able to find a way... I think the Malfoy family are really amazing; they can actually let their children bring House Elf to school..."

Harry smiled but didn't reply.

Regardless of the purpose, it is never something a proper servant should do to gossip about the Lord's house to others.

He's pretty damn clear about his own position.

"So, are you planning to leave?" Pabbie asked.

"Oh, after all, Professor Hoot herself told me to stay." Harry shrugged, somewhat regretfully. "Miss Malfoy's orders are important, but I can't disobey the professor."

"Let's go, we'll talk as we walk," he said to Pabbie.

The two walked toward Professor Hoot's cottage, Pabbie along, occasionally reaching out to pick wildflowers by the roadside.

"By the way, Harry," Pabbie picked a cluster of anemones, waved away the bumblebees that were resting and sleeping on them, and asked Harry, "Do you like the Niffler? You know, the little creature we learn about in class. I think they're quite cute."

"I quite like them," Harry said. "These little guys can find treasure, and I really need their abilities."

There was no other way. Old Potter family was terrified of poverty. They came here all alone, and most people wouldn't understand the kind of life they had to live on, relying on others for food and shelter.

"Heh, looks like you're still a little miser." Pabbie waved the flowers in his hand, giving half to Harry. "Here, take these—these flowers are for you..."

Harry accepted the cluster of anemones that Pabbie had given him, and a breeze carried their faint fragrance.

At this moment, they arrived at the door of Professor Hoot's cabin.

"Let's go in," Pabbie said to Harry. "Everyone must be getting impatient."

Sure enough, as soon as Harry entered the room, he heard Gareth complaining that Harry was late, and his stomach had been protesting for a while.

If Harry had arrived even a little later, he would have insisted on not waiting for him.

"You really are a friend over friends when it comes to good food." Harry plopped down next to Gareth and placed the cluster of anemones on the table in front of him.

"Oh, anemones?" Gareth glanced at the still-fresh flowers. "They even smell nice... Freshly picked? I don't recall you having that hobby."

"Guess," Harry said, making a face at Gareth.

"I'm just a kid, I don't know how to guess!" Gareth rolled his eyes. "If you don't want to say, fine, I don't care anyway—Professor, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring it up!"

Harry found this sentence awkward no matter how he listened to it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

After enjoying a delicious meal from a foreign land at Professor Hoot's cottage, Harry, with a full belly, returned to the Great Hall with Gareth.

At this time, the Great Hall of Hogwarts had just started serving food, and the students readily accepted whatever was offered, gulping down the food in front of them.

"I think," Gareth said, rubbing his stomach and smacking his lips as he sucked on a piece of meat stuck between his teeth, "That eating a meal in Professor Hoot's cottage is much better than eating this swill in the Great Hall."

"You can't say that. How can you call it swill?" Harry said without hesitation. "Actually, Britain food has many merits."

"For example?" Gareth asked, tilting his head.

"Uh..." Harry thought for a long time but couldn't answer.

"Alright, alright," Gareth chuckled, patting Harry on the shoulder. "Stop thinking about the merits of Britain food. You should go back to the Slytherin's long table. Look— Young Lady Malfoy's face is covered in ice thicker than Arctic glacier!"

Harry glanced at the Slytherin's long table and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Not good!

That was his first thought.

He strode over to Cassandra and stood behind her.

"Miss Malfoy," Harry called out somewhat nervously.

Cassandra wasn't eating; instead, she was flipping through a Spellbook.

Upon hearing Harry's words, she simply gave a soft "hmm" and slightly raised her delicate chin to her side.

Harry, who knew Cassandra well, knew that Cassandra was "offering a seat".

He didn't refuse, and amidst the envious gazes of the other male classmates, he sat down next to Young Lady Malfoy.

Unlike in the 20th century, it's not that everyone goes to Gryffindor to have dinner with Harry. Instead, Harry needs to stand behind Miss Malfoy Miss Malfoy or sit next to her during the meal.

That is to say, go to the Slytherin's long table.

At first, the Slytherin complained about it behind people's backs, but after seeing it so often, they became too lazy to discuss it in private.

It's no big deal.

It would be nine-tenths inappropriate to offend Miss Malfoy over such a trivial matter.

Cassandra remained silent, quietly browsing through the book in her hands, occasionally jotting down her thoughts and notes somewhere in the pages.

Half an hour later, she glanced at the clock and finally spoke slowly.

"It seems you had a good chat with your good friend?"

"Ah," Harry nodded, "Yes, I was just discussing the merits of Britain cuisine with Gareth."

Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud when he said this.

"And then?" Cassandra didn't look up, but instead raised an eyebrow and casually handed the book to Harry.

Harry reached out and took the book; this was his task for the evening—to read it carefully and to understand what Cassandra had written down.

"The result was that I thought about it for a long time but couldn't find it," he said.

"Oh, just like you," Cassandra said indifferently.

ah?

Harry scratched his head, wondering what was going on.

"You know I'm not talking about Weasley," Cassandra said again.

Harry would definitely not agree now. Besides Gareth, do I have any other good friends at Hogwarts?

At this time, he wasn't very familiar with Sebastian and Ominis.

"Huh?" He could only express his confusion with one sound.

"Sweeting of Hufflepuff," Cassandra tilted her beautiful head, a hint of mockery in her voice, "Isn't that your new best friend?"

"She and I are just ordinary classmates, Miss Malfoy," Harry quickly explained—he didn't know why he had to explain it this way, but his killer instinct told him he had to say it.

If we don't say it this way, someone could easily die.

"Oh..."

Cassandra nodded as if she understood, then glanced at his pocket.

Anemones, Flora's jealousy...

The mockery in her eyes intensified.

"These flowers are so beautiful. Remember to put them in a vase and add some water when you get back to your dorm," she said. "Don't let them die too quickly."

Harry was straightforward and didn't think much of it.

"I understand, Miss Malfoy."

"Hmm." Cassandra nodded. "Remember to read today's book carefully. If you still can't beat me this summer, then... I'll have to consider whether you're worthy of the Malfoy family's cultivation."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine.

"I understand, Miss Malfoy."

Harry was initially a little relaxed, but Cassandra's words immediately put him on edge.

Yes, if you can't prove that you're worth being trained, then... what if the Malfoy family abandons you?

He was a grateful person and understood the Malfoy family, a large family. He didn't object to Cassandra's words; rather, he felt it was the proper thing to do.

If you can't demonstrate value, then being abandoned is only natural.

Harry felt an even greater sense of urgency. He made up his mind that his top priority should be to practice his Charms properly, rather than spending his time eating, drinking, and having fun.

He was just a helpless orphan with nothing but magic.

(End of this chapter)