"Professor, we're here."
At the appointed time and place, Hermione arrived with her two tagalongs and found him standing outside the second-floor girls' bathroom in the middle of the night.
She had no idea why they had arranged to meet outside a haunted bathroom, much less why the Professor was playing with a large unconscious rat missing a toe.
The rat looked ugly and filthy in the moonlight, with patches of fur missing. It was rather disgusting.
"No need to keep your voices down. It's winter break, and Filch is on holiday too." The Professor held the rat by its tail and swung it a few times like a yo-yo. "Today, I'm going to teach you how to deal with a Basilisk."
Hermione tilted her head, wearing an expression like a Black question mark. "Huh? Didn't we agree it would be dragons?"
"Mm, that's right. Back where I come from, giant snakes can evolve into flood dragons, and flood dragons can enter the sea and become true dragons." Su Ming answered with a perfectly serious expression, spouting nonsense without missing a beat. "So dealing with a Basilisk is more or less the same as dealing with a dragon. Just think of it as a baby dragon."
Where exactly is your hometown?! Dragons and Basilisks are completely different, so how are they even remotely the same?! They aren't even the same species—how am I supposed to think of it as a baby dragon?!
Hermione had plenty to say, but her ladylike upbringing kept her silent. Holding her forehead, she looked back at the other two girls.
Seeing that her friends were still eagerly anticipating the lesson, she could only slowly exhale through her nostrils to calm herself. Then she parted her lips and said:
"Oh."
Su Ming tucked the rat into