"Huh?! Where did this little girl come from?!"
Hermione stared in surprise at the little girl who had suddenly appeared in the botanical garden.
Even though the girl wore a patched apron and Dragonhide Gloves, Hermione hadn't taken her for Baba Yaga.
She thought the girl might be Baba Yaga's apprentice. And honestly, this little Slavic girl was rather cute, just like a rag doll!
"What little girl?! How rude of you, child! I'm old enough to be your grandmother!"
The "little girl" rolled her eyes, and an aged voice emerged from her throat.
Holy Heavenly Mountain Child Granny!
Li Wei stared at Baba Yaga in equal astonishment. He even wondered whether this witch had taken the same drug as Conan, that elementary-school harbinger of death!
"You're Baba Yaga?"
"And you know Professor Sprout?"
He put the questions to the "Heavenly Mountain Child Granny" before him in shock. It was hard to believe that a "little girl" like this had any connection to the middle-aged witch, Professor Sprout.
"Indeed, I am the owner of the Hut on Chicken Legs, the rider of the Flying Mortar, the mistress of the Black, White, and Red Three Knights, the ruler of the Misty Forest, the gatekeeper of the Realms of Life and Death... the supreme legendary witch, Baba Yaga!"
The little girl's absurdly grandiose introduction made Hermione and Li Wei grumble inwardly:
Your wooden Hut on Chicken Legs might be spacious inside, but surely it can't fit that many people at once!
"When I was young, I did take that little girl Pomona on a journey in search of magical herbs."
"After we became good friends, we exchanged letters many times. I do indeed know that little girl Pomona!"
Hearing the little girl speak with such elderly authority, calling Pomona a little girl