The sight of the Chosen One's team clashing with Malfoy, whose love went unrequited, left Su Er shaking his head. He turned to Hermione to discuss their summer plans: visiting Mr. Scamander's home with Hagrid once the holidays began.
Yes, Hagrid had written back to say that Mr. Scamander had agreed to let him bring the two youngsters along. Su Er had long been curious about Newt Scamander's suitcase. A portable magical menagerie-what child wouldn't be interested?
Su Er, whose previous life and current one added up to more than thirty years, was naturally no exception.
Who wasn't still a child? Men stayed boys until the day they died!
Hermione naturally agreed with delighted enthusiasm. As an avid reader, she knew something of Mr. Scamander's legendary experiences and was just as curious about this elderly gentleman, whose schooling had met an untimely end halfway through, yet whose name had gone down in history.
Old Merlin sat comfortably atop a cloud, sipping a glass of chilled red wine, and time slipped quietly away as the level of wine slowly fell.
Soon, the last day of the school year arrived, and the young wizards received their report cards. Unsurprisingly, Hermione ranked first in Gryffindor House, while Su Er topped Hufflepuff House. Hagrid understood his students: on the report cards of everyone who had chosen his Care of Magical Creatures class, he drew a rounded "O" for Outstanding.
Snape had indeed given him an E. Perhaps the only person who could get him to write an "O" was Harriette?
Speaking of Harriette-no, Harry-Snape did have a little conscience after all. Perhaps for the sake of those eyes, he had given Harry an "A" in Potions Class. A pass; please keep working hard next school year.
Er... but judging by Snape's expression at the