The next morning, the snow that had begun falling during the night turned into a raging blizzard.
Rumors spread that Harry was the true heir of the Chamber of Secrets.
Wherever he went, students avoided him. He felt as though he could crouch in any corner and "overhear" students talking about him, which left him irritated and unsettled.
But soon—another matter drew away most of the attention.
Professor Sprout had to put socks and scarves on the Mandrakes—a task that required careful handling, and she did not trust anyone else with it.
Getting the Mandrakes to grow quickly and saving the petrified Mrs. Norris and Professor Bubage were the most important matters at the moment.
So, during the final week before Christmas break, all Herbology classes were canceled.
The students were overjoyed and were about to leave the classroom when, in the next moment, a familiar figure who should not have been there entered the room and warmly greeted Professor Sprout.
It was that assignment maniac—the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Li Wei!
He was still dressed entirely in black, his face bearing that eternally unchanged indifferent expression. Only his voice no longer held the coldness it had at the start of his appointment—but to the young wizards, it somehow sounded even more emotionally charged!
"Alright, you all know the situation. For the coming week, Professor Sprout's Herbology classes will all be changed to Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. The relevant notice will be sent to your common rooms later. Remember to bring your textbooks next class."
"No!!!!!!!!!!"
The Herbology classroom erupted in wails of despair.
They had thought they would get an easy half-day, playing Wizard's Chess in the common room while gossiping about The Chosen One behind his back. Who could have expected this?
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