The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

Pomona Sprout closed the door to the second greenhouse and returned to her office, which was not far away.

Compared to other colleagues' offices in the attic or tower, she prefers this room on the first floor.

In addition to the teaching materials of the herbal medicine class, the room also contains her various plant specimens and potted plants. The two wooden windows, which are not very large but have good lighting, allow enough sunlight to shine on these green lives.

She pulled a memo book from the wooden bookshelf and ticked off another to-do item with an ink pen.

September 9, morning:

Second-year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Herbology class, pruning fang geraniums, dealing with moon-crazy beast feces...

in the afternoon:

The fifth-year Hufflepuff and Gryffindor herb practice class, keeping the Chinese kale warm, and writing greeting cards for students..."

After checking the item she had just completed, she moved her eyes to the last line and then pulled out a thick booklet that looked quite old.

It was a record book containing the basic information of every Hufflepuff freshman since she became the head of Hufflepuff House, including their birthdays and some other information that required special attention.

She cast the highest level of protection magic on this booklet, and no one except herself could read the information. Otherwise, if it fell into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it would bring great trouble to her students.

She took out a pair of glasses that she rarely used from the drawer and put them on. She opened the book and took a look, and quickly found the record she wanted.

"Delphine...it's her thirteenth birthday. Let me see what kind of greeting card I should give her." She thought to herself, frowning slightly, looking very different from her usual self.

New students often mistake her for the campus gardener because she tends to dress like a farmer to take care of her eccentric plants. Now that she is wearing glasses, she looks more like a scholar than usual.

There was a sudden knock at the door. Sprout looked up and said gently, "Come in."

Sun Zhu, dressed in a yellow Quidditch robe, walked in with a broom in his left hand and a textbook in his right hand.

"Kid, why haven't you returned to the dormitory yet so late? What's wrong?"

Sprout noticed that her forehead was slightly sweaty, with a few strands of hair sticking to it, and her cheeks were slightly red, and she looked like she had just run.

She stood up and poured a cup of warm milk for Sun Zhu and placed it on the small coffee table in front of Sun Zhu.

"Dean, I'm here to ask for leave on behalf of Karina. Her foot hit the broom and her leg was injured by a Bludger. I'm afraid she won't be able to attend class tomorrow."

Sprout took off his glasses and frowned even deeper. "Oh, poor child, where is she now? Has she been sent to the infirmary?"

"Don't worry too much. She has been sent to Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey checked her wounds and gave her some medicine. She said it wasn't serious, but she needed to rest for two days. She is now asleep in the infirmary."

"Okay, I understand. Tomorrow I will explain the situation to Miss Jones' professors." Sprout nodded. "It's almost curfew. I'll take you back to the dormitory, okay?"

"Please wait a moment." Sun Zhu looked at her hesitantly, but still handed her the thing he had been holding in his arm. Sprout then realized that these were not textbooks, but two identical notebooks.

"Dean, these are the diaries I found on campus. I wonder if the owners are looking for them. I... I think they should be handed over to you." Sun Zhu held the steaming milk in his hands. "One was thrown to me by Peeves, and the other was found by senior sister Tonks. The owner's name is written on the title page, but we don't know him."

Sun Zhu lowered her voice with a guilty conscience. She had originally planned to give them to Professor McGonagall, but she changed her mind at the last minute. When a Hufflepuff student found something, their first reaction should be to give it to their own dean. Although Professor McGonagall might know more about Voldemort than Professor Sprout, she believed that her own dean could handle it properly.

Unexpectedly, Sun Zhu saw that the dean had put on his glasses again and had opened the diary and read it several times before he said, "There's nothing written on it. Zhu, whose name did you see on it?"

Sun Zhu opened his eyes slightly: "No? It says, Tom..."

She leaned over to take a look. The signature was still there, but the dean couldn't see it. Sun Zhu knew that Professor Sprout would not tell such a lie, and she blinked nervously.

Why was it that only she could see the name of the person without a nose? Could it be that Dumbledore had discovered her abnormality and was using this to test her reaction?

"I understand, kid, this is the principal's magic. Sometimes he plays pranks... small games to test students. Few people can guess his intentions, but if you are lucky enough to pass his test, you may get extra points at the end of the semester." Professor Sprout smiled and shook his head, "I can sense the magic left by the principal in this notebook. It is harmless to you. If the principal has other intentions, he will let you know."

"So do you think that I picked it up by coincidence?" The more Sun Zhu listened, the more nervous she felt. Ordinary students might not care, but she did have many incredible things that she had hidden from the principal, so she couldn't help feeling guilty.

"The principal's test is not for any student. It's all about fate." Professor Sprout pointed at the cover. "However, only a child who loves learning would notice such an old book. It's a coincidence and destiny that you picked it up."

"Haha... I understand. But the signature on it is Tom Marvolo Riddle. Do you know this person? Or is this name actually made up by the principal?"

Professor Sprout's smile remained unchanged as he continued, "I think I know this person, but you don't have to worry about him. He is not a very important person now."

Sun Zhu nodded blankly.

The dean's tone was calm enough, as if he was saying, I know Xiao Fu, but I haven't seen him for a long time. I wonder how he is doing now.

Very calm and relaxed.

Maybe she was really too nervous?

"If you're worried, I can also help you return the item to the principal. But I suggest you keep it for yourself. Maybe it's some kind of bonus item. The principal once put a lot of cockroaches in the school's herb garden, and they ran around everywhere. The students were all scared, and after catching a lot of them, they found out that they were not cockroaches, but a kind of candy that looked very much like cockroaches."

Sun Zhu half opened his mouth, speechless for a moment.

As expected of you, an old bee who likes to eat cockroach piles.

"Later, he announced that students could exchange intact cockroach candies for extra house points, 5 points for each candy. Many students crushed them, broke them into pieces, or simply didn't dare to touch them... In the end, Gryffindor caught the most cockroaches, but Hufflepuff received the most bonus points and won the house cup that year. This was probably more than ten years ago."

"I...got it. Then I'll keep them all? I'll ask the principal for extra credits at the end of the semester!"

"Of course." Professor Sprout nodded in agreement. "Well, drink the milk quickly, and then I'll take you back and then go see how Miss Jones is doing."

"Well, actually..." Sun Zhu lowered his head slightly, "Dean, I didn't come here alone. Someone was waiting for me outside the door. Oh, he was looking at the moonlight grass you planted, so he didn't come in."

Professor Sprout smiled and said, "Well, fine, but just in case, take this note with you. In case you are caught by Mr. Filch or the prefects on your way back. It's almost curfew, so be careful."

Sun Zhu held a broom and a notebook, and smiled broadly at his dean: "Okay, goodbye, dean. I forgot to say, happy Teacher's Day! You look so outstanding today, love you~"

Professor Sprout looked at the closed door, shook his head and smiled.