"What about me?" Michael Corner cut in. "My magical essay on Dittany had material that showed up on the exam too!"
Harry and the others were all taken aback. "Huh? Did it?"
"How could it not?" Michael's tone became urgent. "It was about the effects of Dittany! Did you all skip that question?"
Ron's expression turned solemn. He looked at Michael and said earnestly, "Michael, actually, you're a man!"
"What else would I be?" Michael froze for a moment, then asked in confusion. "Isn't that obvious?"
"Exactly! It's obvious!" Anthony actually burst out laughing. "Just like the use of Dittany mentioned in your magical essay!"
Michael rolled his eyes and was about to retort when Anthony added, "Dittany is first-year Herbology material!"
"We all know it's extremely effective at healing wounds. In an emergency, you can chew it up and apply it directly to a wound—at the very least, it'll stop the bleeding."
Michael shot Anthony a look. "We get it, you're impressive!"
Just as Michael was about to say something more, an aged yet powerful voice suddenly rang out. "Ah! Lovegood!"
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw a hunched witch, so old she resembled a strip of walking bark, the wrinkles on her face as dense as a spiderweb.
Wizet was the first to smile. "Good morning, Madam Marchbanks. It's wonderful to see you again!"
The last time he had seen Griselda Marchbanks had been at the Ministry of Magic. At the time, she had been one of the Wizengamot members who voted in support of him becoming the "England Wizengamot Youth Representative."
Besides that, Griselda Marchbanks had another identity: Head of the England Wizarding Examinations Authority.
Therefore, Wizet was not at all surprised to see Griselda Marchbanks here at this time.
Griselda Marchbanks smiled kindly. "I'm also