The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Warfare Professor

1.

Hannah Abbott came to the greenhouse and found a shady stone to sit down on.It's autumn now, and the cool breeze makes her feel comfortable.

The Head of Hufflepuff, Professor Sprout, gave himself an important task in the Herbology class: use the dew every morning to water the plants at three o'clock that afternoon.One bush is anemone, and the other is an anemone.

Hannah arrived on time.As long as there was no stubborn professor dragging her down in the afternoon class, she could catch up on the irrigation work.

Victor later heard about this and asked Professor Sprout: Why not learn from Muggles to use timed drip irrigation technology.

What was Sprout talking about?coffin?

As a result, Victor rarely mentioned new Muggle technologies in front of old-school professors.

He attributed this to Professor Bubbaji, who taught Muggle studies, not doing a good job in ideological work, and wizards' understanding of Muggles was not yet enlightened.

Until Professor Bubbaji figures out the Muggle idea, Hannah will have to rely on her hard-working hands to win points for Hufflepuff.

Hannah Abbott was nestled in the greenhouse, her head leaning against a plant she couldn't name yet, trying to remember its smell with her nose.

Professor Sprout has this magical function. Every time she comes to the greenhouse for herbal medicine class, she will first take a deep breath (Victor: The carbon dioxide of twenty students).

Then you will immediately know which grass is blooming and which grass is uprooting itself because of yearning for freedom.

Hannah is also doing this extra learning.She was in an unsightly pose, her nose almost touching the dirt, like a newborn baby trying to remember whatever scents she could smell in the new world.

"what are you doing?"

The hair all over Hannah's body is about to explode!

She turned back in horror, with a piece of wet soil stuck to her nose, and met Professor Victor's surprised gaze.

"……May I come inside?"

Victor belatedly knocked on the door, practicing social etiquette.

2.

Victor laughed after hearing Hannah's yearning for Professor Sprout's sense of smell.Then give students some crooked ideas:

Try taking a canine animagus test.Much more reliable than training your nose.

"Isn't Professor Sprout trained?"

"How should I put it? I think she is born with the ability to...recognize the properties of herbs.

“When I was in school, I had to work on the family farm during the holidays. My father often made some inexplicable hybrids. One time, he planted bubble pods grafted on fig trees, and it hit me all over the peas like tree madness.

“After returning to Hogwarts, the professor picked up half a bean from my hood that I had not picked up cleanly, and said to me: Grafting figs with pods is not a good idea.

"Then I wrote a letter of advice to my father in the tone of Professor Sprout, scolding him for indiscriminate grafting and child labor."

Hannah was so amused that she couldn't straighten up.She asked Victor a lot about the farm in succession, and Victor described it to the students as vividly as possible.

But I don’t know why, as each story is told, Hannah seems to be getting more and more depressed.

Meow, did I say something that I shouldn’t have said?Victor's heart trembled.

"Professor Victor." Hannah looked up at Victor, clenched and unclenched her fists, and then, imitating the sigh of a grown-up, she took a deep breath and asked the professor:

"The Sorting Hat thinks that I am suitable to choose the military branch of Crowhead Witch Doctor. Is it right?"

oh.My students face challenges along the way, and I have to talk about them.

"If the Sorting Hat's evaluation was unreasonable, it would have been sold to the second-hand trading market by Dumbledore long ago. It is very wise and good at making decisions. I think its judgment without emotional tendencies is far stronger than that of sentimental humans. "

However, it is also very talkative.Victor reveals the Sorting Hat's weakness.If you insist on your opinion, it will eventually let you go.

"So, does its evaluation embarrass you? You don't like the Crowhead Witch Doctor as a unit?"

Victor asked.

Hannah was a little speechless, and Victor encouraged the other party not to be afraid. Many people were unwilling to respect the Sorting Hat's self-righteous evaluation, but in the end these people often did better than the Sorting Hat's evaluation.

"I don't... I don't like it, it's just..." Hannah quickly buried her head in her hands, only showing her eyes, "Can I do a good job."

My students have low self-esteem and anxiety!

I should have said, "Even if you act like shit, you are still my most unique and outstanding student in the Crow's Head Witch Doctor and Soldier Department."

Or should I reject her hypothesis and tell her, kid, of course you can do a good job. You are the prefect of the next generation of Hufflepuff. Show up, baby.

"...You won't know until you try." Victor chose a compromise.

"I...I feel very uneasy. The Crow's Head Witch Doctor is a rear guard in tactics and requires grades in Herbal Medicine and Potions.

"But I'm not as talented as Professor Sprout, and I don't have a farm or a big cauldron at home. My grades in the Herbology class... I guess I can't compare to Hermione Granger."

No, how can you compare with her? Her existence is the source of low self-esteem for many students.

Victor patted the student's head. This Hufflepuff student was like many little badgers he had seen.

In the first year of Hogwarts, I always lived in the shadow of Gryffindor's arrogance, Slytherin's arrogance, and Ravenclaw's wisdom, and I had doubts about my own position.

But these emotions often only last a year.Hufflepuff students have the most sincere and sensitive hearts. They can gradually understand their own value and even feel proud because they are getting what they deserve.

"You don't have to be disappointed or sad at all," Victor said. "You are doing your own work. Now lower your head and look at the anemone flowers you are watering."

Hannah nodded and looked at the soil.The water drops shone like diamonds under the sunlight at three or four o'clock, and the stamens of the stone sunflower swayed in the breeze. I don't know if it was an illusion, but it opened at a larger angle than the previous few days.

"I don't often speak for the Sorting Hat, but this time you can try to believe it." Victor's voice came to Hannah's ears along with the breeze.

"At least I believe it. It says you have the qualifications of a Crowhead medicine cat, I have no doubt about it.

“Sometimes qualifications don’t suddenly pop up like earthworms, but they keep fertilizing their own soil. I think this is more valuable.

"I guess Professor Sprout thinks so too. When I asked her for a score report, she mentioned two of her most promising students to me."

"Is it Hermione? Granger and who?" Hannah's heart flashed with anticipation.

Unexpectedly, Victor shook his head.

"No Hermione Granger," he said.

"It's a Hufflepuff student named Hannah Abbott, and the clumsy Gryffindor Neville Longbottom. Do you have any impression of them?"

Hannah smiled, "I think I know at least half of it, Professor Victor."

How to put it, it may be hard for you to imagine now, but you will really get married in the future.

Victor had a scheming expression on his face.I'm looking forward to whether the two of them will treat themselves to a banquet on their wedding day.When students start a family, they only need to contribute a share of the money.

Victor didn't feel relieved until he confirmed that Hannah Abbott had recovered emotionally.

He looked at the sunset peeking out from the horizon because he chatted too late, and sighed that the sunset was infinitely better, dazzling but not scorching.

He raised his right hand to cover his forehead, and the light leaking from between his fingers gave his upper body a golden light.

He glanced at his right hand naturally.

Then he straightened up abruptly.

Oh, God!Completely forgot!

He came to the greenhouse because of his scar!The black magic remains!The scar he wants to get rid of!