Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

"Everything is ready, please follow me." The professor gestured for the group of little ones to follow her.

As she walked to the gate, it opened automatically, revealing four rows of tables, each filled with students.

"They cast a spell on the ceiling, making it look like the night sky. I read about it in my first book at Hogwarts." Hermione, a top student who did her homework and researched the school beforehand.

Wow! Hermione, you seem to know everything!

Although Wu Mu knew that Hermione was a super academic genius, it was still very rare for an eleven-year-old child to remember all the contents of a book after only reading it once.

The professor walked to the front, stood on a raised platform, turned around, and stretched out his arms.

"Please wait here for a moment."

The students in front stopped where they were, and the students behind also gradually moved to the front to wait for the professor to continue speaking.

“Listen, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore has a few words to say.” With that, an elderly man with a long beard, who was sitting in the middle of a row of tables behind her, stood up.

At this moment, Wu Mu felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Ouch—!" She clutched the scar on her neck.

"What's wrong, Wumu?" Hermione asked, looking at her.

"I...I'm fine. Maybe my body is just a little uncomfortable in a new place, uh hehe."

Hermione nodded when she heard this, but didn't ask any further questions.

Wu Mu: My brother must be starting to feel unwell too. He'll start to have doubts about the Sorcerer's Church. By the way, what's the Sorcerer's Church doing?

As she thought about it, she looked at the professor sitting on the far left behind the row of tables in front of her.

She seemed a little dazed, staring at the professor for a long time, even after Professor Dumbledore had sat down for a while.

Being stared at like that for so long was bound to be noticed, and the professor who had been stared at for a long time looked up at her.

Wu Mu then realized how long he had been staring at him.

She immediately lowered her head, while the professor looked at her with an expression that seemed to be both surprised and shocked.

Wu Mu: Seriously, what's going on! Why did I stare at him for so long?! He's noticed! Should I take another look at what he's doing?

Unable to resist her curiosity, Wu Mu looked up at the professor again. The professor was still looking at her. She waved awkwardly at the professor, but the professor didn't even blink.

"Walt, who are you waving to? Professor Quirrell? He doesn't seem to be looking at you." Harry looked in the direction Walt was looking.

“Oh, um… I was waving to the professor in the black robe next to Professor Quirrell. We just looked at each other, and I waved to him.” I didn’t hide from Harry who I was waving to.

“By the way, I feel a bit pain in my scar. Do you feel that too, Moo?” Harry rubbed the scar on his forehead.

“Yes, it’s the same as when Hagrid took us to London before… I think it was a bar, that place. The pain was the same as when we met Professor Quirrell. I think… maybe Professor Quirrell has some kind of aversion to our scars.”

Wu Mu spoke as he pondered.

Wu Mu: In order to prevent my brother from being so suspicious of the Church in the future, I can only say this. Let's lay the groundwork for the future and let him have some doubts about Quirrell in his mind first.

"You mean Professor Quirrell? Maybe." Harry's mind was a bit of a mess.

"Pah, pah, pah—!"

"Whoa whoa--!"

The sudden applause and cheers startled Potter and his companion.

"Ron, what's going on?" Harry asked Ron, who was standing beside him.

“It’s that girl on the train, she was sorted into Gryffindor,” Ron whispered in Harry’s ear.

“You mean Hermione? She was sorted into Gryffindor? Okay, then I hope I can be in the same house as her so I can ask her for advice.” Wu Mu leaned between the two of them.

"Draco Malfoy."

Malfoy's expression showed a hint of nervousness when he heard his name called.