Jealousy

"Finch-Fletchley, watch out, these beans can't fall on the ground!"

They will bloom!

Bones, don't look at its 'head'.

Watch out, you might get shot!

Michael, don't show your teeth, it will make you very obvious.

The Puffapods to your left is almost turning its 'head' around!

"Professor Sprout reminded me one after another."

The students are now peeling the large, pink pods from the spray bean plants and putting the shiny beans into a wooden bucket.

Ryan looked at Hermione in surprise, "Why are you thinking of answering questions?"

You should know that Hermione has been practically glued to him for the past two years.

Answering questions? What's that?

But today—

"You know that Phoebe, right? The one from Beauxbatons," Hermione said.

She glanced at Ryan sideways, her eyes full of displeasure.

Ryan almost sang out loud, "She's just my sister, and my sister says purple is very charming."

In response, Ryan had no choice but to pull Hamster Wheel PhD out of thin air.

This creature, originally a Christmas firecracker gift that was later elevated to a pet, has been modified by Ryan to possess the ability to absorb the complex emotions of wizards.

With it by my side, I won't overthink things.

Ryan only hoped that his Mind-Clearing Field would help Hermione regain her composure.

Meanwhile, Hamster Wheel PhD, who had just been sleeping soundly in his box in Smith Castle, was shaking his little red cape in dissatisfaction, feeling very annoyed.

As for Hermione, who had calmed down, she truthfully explained why she knew about Phoebe.

In situations where she has no chance of seeing the other Ryan and Phoebe.

"So, your ability after you entered the Phoenix Metamorphosis is based on fictional reasoning?"

"A keen insight that seems intuitive but isn't actually intuitive, drawing conclusions from the slightest clues in the surroundings?" Ryan was speechless.

Let's just leave Luna's unfounded intuition aside.

Hermione also gained a similar ability.

How come all these young girls are so good at catching cheaters?

Do you even want people to live?!

However, this ability is indeed very suitable for Hermione.

In the original timeline, Hermione was a witch who learned a lot, but was not as good at applying it as Ron.

They could only rely on their vast reserves of spells to cope.

Hermione is still pretty much the same in the current timeline.

She is naturally better at rote memorization.

The line Hagrid said in the original timeline, "There is no magic Hermione cannot learn," is actually quite apt.

In short, she is better at breadth than depth.

This ability allows her to combine her extensive knowledge base and operate according to her ideas.

Until Thursday afternoon, before Potions Class.

Hermione forgave Ryan only after waking up from Hamster Wheel PhD's aura.

I'm willing to talk to him.

This also relieved Ryan.

But adhering to the principle that if I'm unlucky, no one else should have a good time either.

Last night, outside the Ottery St Catchpole, a hundred miles away, Xenophilius Lovegood Lovegood Luna's house happened to pick up a letter that he had just overlooked.

From ""Advanced Potions"," a request has been made for "The Quibbler," now considered a mainstream magazine, to promote its new article.

Mr. Lovegood, who should have scoffed at this, chose to accept it under some inexplicable spell.

That's why Snape had such a sour face in front of them Potions Class today.

"I have written the required materials and steps on the blackboard."

All you need to do is copy it down and then practice.

Put away that ridiculous newspaper! Abbott!

I hope your shallow mind isn't filled with snot.

Look at the blackboard! Then copy it ten times!

All I need from you for this class is quiet.

Harry, you're different. You can do whatever you want, except mention those two words (The Quibbler).

Give it to me—it's you, Dudley.

Bring it up, and then—never mind, just sit down.

"Alright, class dismissed." That concludes today's Potions Class.

After saying those words, poor Professor Snape disappeared from the classroom.

All I can say is that Mr. Lovegood is a competent journalist.

He pieced together all the rumors that Ryan had spread in the past.

This means that Dumbledore and Grindelwald's old flame has rekindled, that he asked the Potions Class professor to concoct Male-Male Pregnancy Potion and that he had taken a liking to Professor Riddle, and that Voldemort's origins have all been 'confirmed'.

Snape isn't the one who's in the worst situation right now.

As Ryan thought this, he smiled and looked into the distance—in the direction of the Headmaster's Office.

In front of the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.

An elderly man with blond hair and blue eyes, whose posture was not like that of an old man, was pulling on the eagle-headed, lion-bodied brass door knocker on the Winky oak door.

I know you're in there!

Is that recipe real?

"Tell me— Dumbledore!" After an unknown amount of time had passed, just as the old man was about to draw his wand, the door opened automatically.

On a tall, gilded perch behind the door, Fawkes warmly invited her family members to enter.

"It seems Fawkes still recognizes me." The blond old man's expression softened.

"Hmph! He doesn't remember you. He's like that with everyone!" a furious voice rang out.

What's even more surprising is that these words actually came from Dumbledore.

This was considered by almost everyone in the Britain Wizarding World to be the Greatest White Wizard— kind, steady, and Wisdom.

This statement would be more appropriate for a young girl to say.

Even more unexpectedly, Dumbledore still wearing purple pajamas at this time.

Look closely, and you'll see purple hyacinths embroidered on it.

"But I remember Fawkes seemed to really dislike that guy named Snape."

"No, no, no, I should call him Severus —or Cupid?" A slightly frivolous smile appeared on the blond old man's face.

He walked slowly to Dumbledore's table and sat down on the corner of the table.

Dumbledore, however, unconsciously leaned back.

It seemed like she wanted to get as far away from the person in front of her as possible.

Then he said coldly, "Fawkes likes him very much."

Upon hearing this, the blond old man raised his eyebrows high. "You didn't deny it!"

You did not deny the existence of that formula.

So, everything in "The Quibbler" is true?

Then he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with murderous intent. "It seems I should have taken action myself back then."

Otherwise, the guy known as Voldemort wouldn't have escaped.

By the way, where is your Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor?

"I want to meet with him and have a good talk." The blond old man's tone became softer as he spoke.

But Dumbledore's unseen right hand reached into his robes and gripped the wand tightly.

Dumbledore deserves to be called the Greatest White Wizard.

He realized something almost as soon as the blond old man finished speaking.

Then, without any hesitation, he straightened his back, his face almost touching the blond old man's lips.

He stared intently at the blond old man and said, word by word, "Gellert! Only that formula is real."