The Crying Miss Know-it-all

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5... it's this row, the third bookshelf."

Carrying a thick stack of books, Voldemort turned and walked into the even darker gap between the bookshelves.

"Secrets of Time... Secrets of... here it is."

Putting down the books in his hand, Voldemort took out this massive tome—its spine was as wide as a palm, and its pages were as large as a child's torso.

"A Repairing Charm, can it really contain so much content?" Voldemort muttered, looking down at the book's cover.

On it was a moving picture of a Wizard using a Wand to repair a child's wound—the magic didn't look like a simple healing spell.

"A Repairing Charm can't fix wounds, why is he doing this?"

Voldemort mumbled, slowly opening the book, and then...

"Oh, damn it, this hurts so much..."

A pained cry erupted from the book, its volume echoing throughout the entire library, causing many students to look curiously towards the Restricted Section.

"Use Silencing Charm, Mr. Quirrell, I forgot to tell you," Madam Pince shouted, letting the students know which Professor was inside.

"Understood, Madam, I know now."

After Voldemort responded, he quickly took out his Wand and cast a Silencing Charm on the screaming book.

"Oh, damn it, this hurts so much..."

The sound abruptly stopped, and the students withdrew their curious gazes, though they couldn't help but discuss what had just happened with those they knew.

"What is Professor Quirrell doing? Is he abusing students in the Restricted Section?"

Such speculation was baseless, but the students enjoyed it, making many mischievous children want to sneak into the Restricted Section to investigate, but they were all stopped by Madam Pince.

"Lumos."

Voldemort waved his Wand, casting an Illumination Charm. The light detached from the Wand and hovered above his head, but before he could use the light to examine the book in his hand, the light spot was absorbed.

"Whoosh~~"

The light spot vanished. Voldemort blinked, then curiously walked towards the spot where the light had been swallowed—"[There Be Light]," was the name of the book that had absorbed the light.

"The magical world is truly amazing."

Voldemort thought to himself. He didn't reach for "[There Be Light]," but instead closed the book in his hand, picked up the stack of books he had brought earlier, and left the Restricted Section.

He decided to return to his office to read. The Restricted Section held too many uncertainties, and he didn't want to distract himself.

Just as he was heading towards Madam Pince to fill out the borrowing form as required, he suddenly noticed the little girl he had seen earlier nearby, silently shedding tears.

Stopping, Voldemort hesitated...

Would getting too close to the Golden Trio increase the risk?

But Miss Know-it-all possessed traits of both Eagle House and Snake House.

Hermione's intelligence clearly matched Eagle House, while her eventual rise to Minister of Magic represented her ambition for power, a distinct Snake House trait.

Perhaps he could try to influence her... Voldemort pondered, then walked towards the quietly crying Hermione.

"Child, what's wrong?"

He placed the thick stack of books on the table and asked softly.

The crying Hermione first saw a pair of feet stop beside her desk, then a tall stack of books placed upon it.

When she looked up, she saw the Professor who had recently acquired many nicknames.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, I'm sorry, Professor, I'm fine, I just..."

Miss Know-it-all replied somewhat flustered, but at eleven years old, she clearly couldn't weave a convincing lie.

"I see you crying over your notes. Is there a problem you can't solve?"

Voldemort asked gently, naturally sitting down beside her. "As a Professor, I think I can help you with some questions."

After saying this, he made an exaggerated expression, "Of course, I won't be able to help with anything too difficult."

"Pfft~~"

Miss Know-it-all let out a chuckle, but as luck would have it, a snot droplet flew out and landed awkwardly on her notebook.

"..."

For a moment, neither of them knew what to say.

"I'm currently researching a household charm, the Repairing Charm. It's perfect for this situation."

Voldemort, with his thicker skin, finally broke the awkward silence. He then cast the Repairing Charm, wiping away the snot from the notebook.

"That's amazing," Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as she touched the notebook, now as clean as new.

"Household charms, you'll learn about them in your first-year Charms class," Voldemort said with a smile.

"I can learn this spell this year?"

Miss Know-it-all asked happily, but then her gaze fell upon the stack of books in front of Voldemort. "Are all these books related to this spell?"

Voldemort nodded. "I'm conducting research on the Repairing Charm. It's quite magical, isn't it?"

"It's quite magical," Miss Know-it-all retracted her gaze and looked at Professor Quirrell with admiration. "I heard people say you were an excellent student when you were at school. Is that true?"

"Of course, but there's nothing to be proud of. Every Ravenclaw is like that; it's a house full of wisdom," Voldemort said humbly.

Miss Know-it-all nodded, a hint of regret on her face. "The Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Ravenclaw, but I chose Gryffindor, and it didn't refuse. I don't know if that was the wrong decision."

"There's nothing to regret. Every house is excellent."

Voldemort offered a word of comfort before bringing the conversation back on track. "Are you having trouble with something? I think we need to resolve it quickly; the library is about to close."

"Oh, yes."

Miss Know-it-all finally remembered the main issue. She immediately said to Voldemort, "It's the essay, Professor Quirrell. I don't know how to write the Transfiguration essay."

"Is it the course material you don't understand?" Voldemort asked, puzzled.

In his memory, Miss Know-it-all's performance in Transfiguration Class was outstanding.

She was practically a future scholar, only a step behind those wizards with exceptional talent.

"I understood the material, Professor. I just don't know how to write the essay. I've never written this type of assignment before."

Voldemort blinked and, after a moment's thought, tentatively asked, "You mean you just don't know the format for writing an essay?"

"Yes, I have no idea at all. I've never written this type of assignment before," Miss Know-it-all said with a frown.

"Oh, well, that's a problem that just requires some experience. I'm fortunate enough to know the answer."

Voldemort's playful words once again swept away the clouds of worry from Miss Know-it-all's face.

"First, you need to write a title. It should be direct, specific, eye-catching, and concise."

Miss Know-it-all immediately took out her notebook and began to write.

"Next is the abstract. Briefly state the purpose of the essay. This part should also be concise, highlighting the core content."

"Mhm, and then?" Miss Know-it-all asked, writing furiously without looking up.

"The main body comes next. First, be clear and specifically state the topic you intend to discuss. Then, elaborate on the topic. You can include your own opinions, but it's best not to inject emotion."

"Emotion? What kind of emotion?" Miss Know-it-all looked up, her large eyes filled with confusion.

"It means don't write too many subjective statements, like 'I think this spell is too difficult' or 'too easy,' which are unrelated to the discussion content," Voldemort explained.

"I understand, Professor. What's next?" Miss Know-it-all asked after meticulously recording everything Voldemort said.

"Next, you need to write the conclusion, which is the result you've reached through this topic. Of course, it's also acceptable to offer a brief outlook on the topic's future."

Miss Know-it-all nodded vigorously, recording these points, including Voldemort's "it's also acceptable"—she didn't miss a single word.

"Finally, you need to list the articles or materials you used when writing the essay. Only include those of higher importance."

Miss Know-it-all glanced at the stack of books in front of Voldemort, then at the [Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration] in front of her, and pouted slightly in annoyance.

Miss Know-it-all has very high standards for herself and a strong competitive spirit... Voldemort thought.