Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

Sci was always calm, even with Vaumu's wandless magic, remaining expressionless.

He grabbed Wu Mu's arm, making her face him, and said, "Tell me the truth."

"What... Ah? Si Jiao? Is something wrong? You look very flustered?" Wu Mu moved closer, looking at Si Jiao's calm but somewhat unpleasant expression.

Spellbook: "Stop your useless nonsense. I think you know what I'm talking about." She...could she really be a Death Eater...? Lily.

Wu Mu: "Huh? Si Jiao! I'm innocent! I really don't know what you're talking about." What's wrong with Si Jiao? What does he suspect me of?

"Stretch out both hands, palms up." The teacher seemed to care a lot about this.

Wu Mu stretched out both hands in front of Si Jiao, his face asking, "Si Jiao, are you alright?"

Si Jiao grabbed Wu Mu's arm and lifted the wrist to check, but found nothing. He then checked the other arm, which also had nothing, but had several bruises.

Si Jiao frowned and gently stroked the bruise on Wu Mu's arm, causing Wu Mu to tremble slightly in discomfort.

When Wu Mu saw that Si Jiao was looking at her wrist, he also looked at Si Jiao's wrist, which had the Death Eater mark on it.

A look of disbelief flashed across Si Jiao's face, but it lasted for less than half a second.

Wumu: The Gryphon thinks I'm a Death Eater?! What the hell?! Aren't I a member of Gryphon?!

"Spiritualist, what's wrong? You don't suspect I'm a Death Eater, do you?"

"So what were you pretending for in front of me?" Si Jiao, who had been looking down in thought, turned his head back to Wu Mu.

“Uh, uh, I… Hagrid told me. My brother asked him who killed our parents, and Hagrid hesitated for a long time before telling us.” Wumu gave this reason on the fly.

Hagrid: ? ? ?

"You need to have a certain level of reasoning. No one in the world will trust you forever, but doubt is temporary."

"Huh—?" Wu Mu looked at his left hand.

Wumu: I know it's difficult, but... it's actually much simpler than I imagined!

“Spiritual Master, could you please tell me the specific details about the Death Eaters?” Wu Mu sat down next to Spiritual Master.

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm very curious! If staffless magic is difficult, then Death Eaters must be very powerful, right?"

"This is not something you should care about."

"Master Si, please tell me!"

"Have you finished memorizing the books I asked you to memorize?" The direct and hurtful question seemed to freeze Wu Mu in place.

"Master Si, why would such a great wizard like you bother with an ignorant little girl like me?" Wu Mu flattered from the side.

"Death Eaters are all dark wizards."

"Black wizards? Which wizards are referred to as black wizards?"

"This is not something you need to know, Wumu. Flying lessons are fun, right? I think you'll be late for your first flying lesson if you don't go soon."

"What!? Sorry, Professor Si, I'll have to go now! Bye-bye!" Upon hearing Professor Si's words, Wu Mu hurriedly ran out of the office.

……

Outdoor lawn.

After a frantic sprint, Wu Mu caught up with the class.

"Wumu, why did you take so long? You only came back after class had already started," Harry whispered.

"Uh, I originally just asked Professor McGonagall for a spell and wanted to try it out on the way back, but I was caught red-handed by Professor McGonagall and he called me into his office."

"Did you have a grudge against Professor Snape in your past life, Hermione? Why do you always run into him?" Hermione was surprised by this.

Although Sijiao and Wumu are already familiar with each other and have a good relationship, it's still hard to say when they will run into each other.

"I don't know either, maybe that's really the case. Oh, by the way, Hermione, you still have my pocket watch, right?"

"Oh, I had forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it. Here you go." Hermione handed her the pocket watch.

"Good afternoon, students." Mrs. Fok arrived at that moment.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Foster," the students responded in unison.

Mrs. Hodge quickly walked to the front of the crowd. "Welcome everyone to the first flying lesson. What are you all thinking about? Everyone stand to the left of your broom."

As she instructed, the students all stood to the left of the broom.

"Hurry up! Quickly, put your right hand over the broom and say, 'Get up!'" As soon as Madam Huoqi finished speaking, the students couldn't wait to try it.

Harry was the first to grab a broom.

"Wow! Bro! You're amazing, it's my turn! Get up!" As soon as Wu Mu finished speaking, not only her own broom, but also the brooms of the others who hadn't caught theirs flew towards her.

"No! You guys over there, go back!" Wu Mu said, pointing to the broom that had flown in from somewhere else. The broom seemed to have a mind of its own and returned to its original place.

Wumu: A terrifying little broom...

"Wamu, how did you do that?" Hermione asked several times but couldn't get her broom to fly into her hand.

“I don’t know either, just like Mrs. Hooch said.” Wu Mu didn’t know how he did it; perhaps, like Harry, it came from talent.