Always a Child in Front of a Professor

Harry knew almost without a doubt that this was Professor Garick, the Herbology.

He clicked on [Forever Young Garrick's] profile, and what greeted his eyes was a garlic-shaped avatar.

All right--

Harry's lips twitched twice. This portrait couldn't possibly belong to anyone else; it was definitely Professor Garick.

This professor, true to her name, has a particular fondness for garlic.

After all, "Garrick" simply means garlic.

Hello, children!

After joining the group, Professor Garick sent a cheerful greeting.

Imelda was the first to reply.

"Good afternoon, Professor! Only you would call us 'kids'."

Professor Garick posted a picture of a garlic clove with a nose and eyes, smiling very happily.

"I received your invitation, Imelda," she said. "There's a class reunion on March 12th, right? Don't worry, I'll be there on time—I heard that little Harry is back too, is that right?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry stepped forward and greeted him when he was mentioned.

"Tsk tsk." Professor Garick types pretty fast. "Alright, then let's meet that day."

Harry was truly surprised that Professor Garick was still alive.

Of course, a century before he passed away, he had heard that Professor Garick was about to get married, and as for his bride-to-be...

She was a witch.

This was a devastating blow to Harry's young mind at the time.

It wasn't just because of some unspoken feeling deep within him for the young and beautiful professor, but also because it was the first time he had actually seen a living lesbian.

Professor Garick: What? You've seen dead lesbians?

They stayed in Hagrid's Hut until evening before reluctantly leaving.

Hagrid was also reluctant to part with them. He stood at the door waving goodbye and wiping away tears with a handkerchief.

I have no idea what he's crying about.

They had just entered the castle, and Hermione was still excitedly chatting with them about her plans, when suddenly Seamus exclaimed urgently, "Watch out!"

They turned around and saw Filch's shadow cast on the wall behind them, and then he himself emerged from around a corner, his back hunched and the fleshy part of his chin jiggling.

"Oh ho!" he panted, "Still not asleep this late? Put him in solitary confinement!"

"Oh, come on, Filch," Harry said. "I don't think you saw anything, do you?"

As he spoke, Harry took a large can of cat food out of his wallet and placed it in front of Mrs. Norris, who was meowing.

Mrs. Norris meowed and went up to feast.

Filch looked somewhat embarrassed. He then noticed Harry, coughed twice, turned to look outside, and said, "I think I misread it."

"Goodbye, Mr. Filch," Jiaqi said, then turned and left.

"You're really resourceful, aren't you?" Seamus said with a grin. "I really thought Filch was going to get us, but thankfully Harry was quick-witted, or we'd be finished!"

Just as they were about to turn into the Gryffindor Tower, they ran into Peeves, who was happily rushing towards the sound of the commotion, chuckling and shouting, "Wherever there's a fight, wherever there's trouble, call Peeves! He'll be there to make things worse!"

"Alright, I got it," Harry said without even looking up. "Wherever there's trouble, you, Peeves, always step in to help, right?"

Peeves spun around in mid-air and then excitedly scurried away.

He admitted that Harry was right.

When they arrived at the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, the Fat Lady was dozing in her portrait. She was annoyed at being woken up and her face fell, but she still opened the door and let them climb in.

"What's she upset about?" Ron said as he walked into the Common Room. "We got back a little late, but look at her face! I really think if you pulled it down any further, her chin would be touching the ground!"

"It's not that short," Hermione rolled her eyes. "If only she weren't a portrait, the Fat Lady could come in handy when Professor Scamander needs someone to dig a hole for him."

Ron chuckled upon hearing Hermione's words.

That night, they continued playing games together in their dorm room.

Playing games is so much fun, who would want to go to bed early?

Hermione was still organizing the materials by herself, and she planned to officially release the first video no later than March 15th.

The next day was Sunday, another leisurely day.

At noon, Hermione called them to the library to help them look up information. Neville was initially quite reluctant, but after Hermione promised to help him pursue Luna, Neville readily agreed.

"Hermione and I are the best of friends in the world!" he said.

They emerged from the Gryffindor Common Room and turned into a corridor on the Seventh Floor. Perhaps because it was the weekend, only a very small girl was looking at a tapestry depicting a Troll wearing a ballet tutu.

Seeing the group of sixth-grade students approaching, she seemed frightened and dropped a heavy brass balance scale she was holding.

"It's alright!" Hermione said gently, hurrying over to help her. "Here—" she said, tapping the broken scales with her wand, "Reparo."

The little girl didn't say thank you; she stood there like a statue, watching them walk away.

Ron turned and looked back at her.

I think the scales have shifted.

"No," Neville said without turning his head. He stood on the other side of Hermione and whispered, "Hermione, what kind of boy do you think Luna would like?"

"I prefer something quieter, less fussy." Hermione rolled her eyes; she was now regretting inviting Neville, this love-struck fool, along.

They went downstairs and went to the Great Hall for lunch.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the side.

Hey, Harry.

Harry turned around and saw Luna.

"Oh, it's Luna." Harry ate his McDonald's casually. "Good morning."

"It's already noon." Luna spoke in a melodious voice, completely oblivious to Neville's eyes fixed on her. "By the way, I came to see Hermione —where is she?"

"They were just here a moment ago—" Harry looked up and searched for a while, only to find that Hermione and Ron were nowhere to be seen.

"Then I'll wait for them here for a while," Luna nodded and said.

At that moment, Neville's eyes lit up.

He carried the tray and sat down on the other side of Luna.

"Um, Luna— " he began with difficulty.

"What's wrong, Neville?" Luna turned her head, glanced at Neville, and then swatted at the top of his head as if swatting away flies. "You seem upset. I see a lot of Wrackspurt bothering you."

"Really? Do I?" Neville asked somewhat guiltily.

"Of course," Luna said seriously, "You're surrounded by swarms of Wrackspurt. How long has this been going on?"

"I... I don't know either," Neville said somewhat guiltily. "I don't know what Wrackspurt is, I can't see them—"

"Oh, it's normal that you can't see it. Very few people can see this kind of creature," Luna said seriously.

Before Neville could speak, Draco's hoarse voice rang out from not far away.

"Hey, Longbottom, when did Lovegood get together?" he sneered. "A madman and a fool, they're actually quite a good match, aren't they?"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Neville turned and retorted, "You're better off than me, still a single dog. What do you have to say?"

Draco laughed even louder.

However, his laughter suddenly stopped.

Because he saw Ginny walk in from outside.

Draco immediately slunk back to the long table, pretending to be eating very seriously.

"What's wrong with him?" Neville asked, somewhat puzzled.

He also had many Wrackspurt.

Luna's voice was ethereal; she didn't take the word "madman" to heart—in fact, Draco had called her that—no, to her it wasn't an insult at all; the Ravenclaw girls had used far more offensive language when they insulted her.

"Never mind her, Luna," Neville said, scoffing. "He's no good, and even if he dies from Wrackspurt, it's none of our business."

"Okay." Luna nodded. "I'll listen to you, Neville, let's ignore him."

A short while later, Hermione and Ron returned.

"What have you been doing?" Harry asked curiously. "Luna's been waiting for you for ages, Hermione."

"Let's go out and check some things," Hermione said, her face slightly flushed. "You know, we're Prefect, we're responsible for some things at Hogwarts, don't you think?"

Harry could tell at a glance that Hermione was lying, but he didn't call her out on it.

Everyone has a few little secrets, right?

Moreover, once we get back and interrogate Ron tonight, the problem will naturally be solved.

After having their meal in the Great Hall, they marched in a large group to the library.

Madam Pince frowned when she saw them, but ultimately let them in.

Sebastian wasn't in the library; he was currently talking to the portrait of Ominis, so he wouldn't see Harry and Anne sitting together reading.

Otherwise, Saru would definitely be a Red-Warm guy.

"We need to find a lot of information, but I plan to start with the fun History of Magic," Hermione said. "You guys help me choose, vote, and see which one is better."

"No loud noises allowed in the library!" Madam Pince's voice rang out at the opportune moment.

"Let's find some," Harry said, looking up. "A few simple, interesting incidents, then you can elaborate on them."

After saying that, Harry lowered his head and began searching for History of Magic events that interested him.

About an hour had passed, and everyone had chosen a few short stories about the History of Magic that they found interesting.

After discussion, it was finally decided that Hermione would tell the story of the Emeric the Evil and the Ulysses the Odd.

Emeric the Evil, was a short-lived but extremely powerful wizard. He once wielded the Elder Wand and ruled with terror in southern England during the early Middle Ages.

Finally, he was "slaughtered" in a duel with the Egbert the Egregious.

Professor Binns mentioned this person in his History of Magic class, but Hogwarts students often confuse the Emeric the Evil with the Ulysses the Odd.

The Ulysses the Odd was born in medieval British Isles, but no earlier than 982.

He attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in his youth and was sorted into Ravenclaw House.

Newt Scamander recounted the story of the Ulysses the Odd in Where Are the Wonderful Things?, saying, "People know that Ulysses the Odd slept in a room with over fifty pet birds. One particularly damp winter, after hearing the wailing of his Augurey, Ulysses believed he was dead and now just a spirit. He then tried to walk through the walls of his house, which led to his biographer, Radolf...

Pittiman described the "ten-day concussion" that followed.

There was a time when the Ulysses the Odd tried to prove that the call of the Augurey was actually beneficial to human health.

After listening to the calls of the Augurey for three months, he presented his findings to the Wizarding Council.

The parliament was not satisfied, because when Ulysses arrived at the parliament, he was wearing nothing but a small wig. However, when people went closer to take a look, they discovered that the wig was actually a dead badger.

Therefore, he is considered one of the strangest wizards in history, and thus, he is often the subject of jokes about wizards.

After they had collected all the information about the two people, they left the library with the Manuscript.

They invited Luna to the Gryffindor Common Room, and as they sat on the sofa, Ron suddenly said, "How are you planning to tell the story of these two, Hermione?"

"Just speaking normally," Hermione said, somewhat confused.

"I'll demonstrate once," Ron said.

Hermione, puzzled, picked up the draft she had just completed (about a third of the way through) and began explaining it to Ron.

However, the more Ron listened, the more he felt something was amiss.

"No, Hermione, no," Ron said, tapping the coffee table. "I don't think this lecture is any different from Professor Binns's —maybe we could consider doing something a bit more sensational?"

Hermione found Ron's words quite offensive. What did he mean by "not much different from Professor Binns"?

How I spoke—

Alas, Ron, you're not worthy of appreciating my masterpiece at all.

"Don't forget, Hermione." Ron noticed the change in Hermione's expression and immediately reminded her, "The point is to tell fun facts, fun! Right? The focus must be on the word 'fun.' If the facts aren't fun enough, what will you use to attract the audience?"

1 Sure enough, Ron grasped the key point, and Hermione fell into deep thought.

"Or what?" Seamus pulled his mouth away from Lavender's. "How about trying a different approach, something sensational? Like a hardcore, edgy yukky character or something like that—"