The Gluttonous Old Bee

Poppy Pomfrey didn't even glance at him. "On the table over there, get it yourself."

Ginny was still holding a book, and Muya raised an eyebrow. It was the same book she'd seen her with the last few times.

As if sensing Muya's gaze, Ginny, without looking at her, clutched the book tighter.

Muya didn't say anything and turned to leave.

The weather had been bad for the past few days, with raindrops hitting the windows like bullets. The Black Lake had even risen a bit. Muya had even used an umbrella to dig a small trench in the vegetable garden to prevent excessive water accumulation.

The corridor was filled with a damp smell. Filch was leading his cat, cleaning up the puddles on the floor. The water had flown in through the open windows, and several students had already slipped here.

Muya tried to walk in the dry spots, but unexpectedly, she ran into Draco at the corner of the corridor, with his two cronies, Pansy, and Blaise.

Blaise's mouth curved into a smile when he saw her. "Hi Ya Mu, what a coincidence. Are you just coming from the hospital wing?"

"Did you catch a cold too?" Draco took two steps forward, pushing Blaise aside.

Muya shook her head. "No."

Pansy glared at her and reached out to pull Draco, but he dodged her.

"Fine, I'm busy for now, I'll find you to play next time. Here." He then took out a bag of cookies and placed it in Muya's right hand.

"Thank you, young master."

Draco left with a smug smile, followed by Pansy, Goyle, and Crabbe.

"Aren't you guys together?" Blaise remained standing where he was, not following them.

Blaise took out a white rose from who knows where and handed it to Muya, his smile undiminished. "No, I wonder if I have the honor of accompanying Miss Ya Mu?"

The rose was still a bit dewy, looking very fresh. However, Muya felt that this rose, paired with Blaise's disguised face, felt strangely out of place.

"Thank you, Blaise." Although she didn't know why the twelve-year-old Blaise was disguising himself like this, he was still her friend, so Muya didn't refuse to walk with him.

Besides, she was heading back to Snape's office. She remembered Blaise's potions grades were quite good, hmm, she'd drag him along as extra help.

When Blaise followed Muya all the way to the door of Snape's office, he looked at Muya with genuine confusion.

Muya chuckled inwardly, the reaction was as expected.

"Professor Snape, I've finished delivering."

"Come in." So concise. Muya pushed the door open. Snape was holding a bag, and he immediately saw Blaise behind Muya, his expression grim.

"Miss Ya Mu, do you think this is some kind of playground?" Blaise knew that Snape had been in a terrible mood lately. He remained silent, as he didn't know why Muya was here.

This was their Head of House, Slytherin's King of the Dungeons' office!

Even they usually didn't dare to come here often.

He quickly shifted his gaze to Muya, this was a true warrior!

Snape stared intently at Blaise. If he weren't a Slytherin student, he would have deducted points from him on the spot.

Muya spread her hands. "Blaise is here to help, Professor."

"There are still some materials here. You can leave after you're done." He needed to rush out to buy potion ingredients and then have the detestable Dumbledore reimburse him.

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Muya nodded. Snape gave Blaise one last look before leaving via Floo Powder.

Without the pressure of the King of the Dungeons, Blaise finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, let's begin. Brewing stamina potions." Muya patted Blaise's shoulder to encourage him.

Now Blaise understood why Muya had gone to the hospital wing; she was delivering the freshly brewed stamina potions!

An hour later, the two left Snape's office and went to the Great Hall together.

Muya didn't see Harry or the Weasley twins at the Gryffindor table. They were probably dragged to practice by Wood again.

She sighed. With such heavy rain, it was no wonder he was a Quidditch fanatic. After dinner, Muya went to the kitchens and asked the house-elves to brew some ginger soup, cast a warming charm on it, and then asked Hermione and Ron to help deliver it to them.

It was already dusk. Muya was walking and chatting with Shalian and the others in the corridor when they suddenly saw a drenched Harry.

"Harry, are you guys back from training?" Muya waved.

"Hi, Potter." Shalian and the other two greeted him casually.

"...Hello."

Harry gave a wry smile. He hadn't wanted Muya to see him in such a sorry state. "Yes, Ya Ya. Wood just doesn't stop once he starts."

"Oh~" Muya cast a Scourgify and a drying charm, restoring Harry to his original state.

"Ya Ya, thank you!" Harry's smile reappeared.

Muya nodded. This was how it should be. Children should act like children, she learned that from the amusement park.

Moreover, Muya looked down at the floor. The carpet here had just been cleaned by Filch.

"Right, drink the ginger soup when you get back to the common room, don't catch a cold." Muya said and left.

Harry hurried back to the common room. At that moment, Fred and George were drinking ginger soup with towels draped over their shoulders. Hermione was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and Ron was playing Wizard's Chess with Neville.

"Oh Harry, you're finally back." Hermione closed her book and placed the ginger soup on the table. "Muya sent this for you, drink it quickly."

Ron chimed in, "Yeah, I brought it back for you myself."

Muya went to the Headmaster's office the next morning. Yesterday, she had gone to the kitchen, and the house-elves mentioned they had made a lot of desserts recently. She thought, it must be that old bee.

"Strawberry cake," Muya said the current password and went in. As expected, she saw the Old Mischief-Maker, Dumbledore, busily hiding desserts.

"Ahaha, Ya, my dear child, what brings you here so suddenly?" Dumbledore nervously wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth.

See, my guardian is starting to play the emotional card, but I won't fall for it.

"Old Mischief-Maker, hand over all the desserts!" Muya said directly, too lazy to beat around the bush.

Dumbledore's mouth turned down. "Child, you can't do this."

"Then I'll tell Professor Snape to stop giving you tooth-strengthening potions," Muya said with a sly smile.

In the end, Muya left with a large pile of desserts.

It was raining again today. Many people disliked rainy days, but Muya felt that this kind of weather was suitable for finding a quiet place to read.

She did just that. She borrowed a book on Alchemy from the library. Although there were some words she didn't understand, it didn't affect her.