What answer had Helga Hufflepuff received?
Su Er did not know. He was utterly bewildered, but Lady Hufflepuff seemed to have no intention of explaining. Instead, she rose and walked outside.
Su Er sat blankly in his chair for a moment, then got up and followed her.
"How nostalgic." Lady Hufflepuff's gaze rested on the reclining chair the vines had already made their home.
"Sadly, there isn't much time left."
Her lingering gaze took in every inch of the garden. Then she sighed and held out her palm. Specks of light flickered in it, and the plants in the garden swayed and shook almost frantically. Glowing seeds floated into the air one after another, then gathered into a cluster and settled in her palm.
Finally, under Su Er's astonished gaze, the seeds fell into the pouch at his waist.
"These seeds are the only tangible things I can leave Hogwarts. Sorry for the trouble, but please take them back."
Su Er could not help touching the pouch and nodded.
"All right, Lady Hufflepuff. I'll give them to the headmaster." Su Er understood what Hufflepuff meant: these seeds were for Hogwarts, not for him personally. "But before I came in, I promised the centaur priest-they need some herbs..."
"Of course. That was part of my agreement with them." Hufflepuff nodded readily. "Now then, it's your turn."
My turn? Before Su Er could react, Helga Hufflepuff raised her hand and touched his forehead.
Silvery-white magic rippled outward in slow, steady circles from the point where Hufflepuff's fingertip met Su Er's forehead.
Everything the ripples touched instantly dissolved into specks of light and Evanesco, leaving only a stretch of green grass.
Anticipation and a hint of hesitation filled Helga Hufflepuff's eyes as her figure gradually faded.
"I don't know whether this is right