Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

After countless training sessions, Harry and Iam finally had their first Quidditch match.

……

hall.

“Eat some more, Harry. This is tiring. Look at Amber, she eats two more slices of bread than you,” Ron kept urging Harry.

“I’m not hungry,” Harry refused.

“Brother! Ron said it himself! This is very tiring. I wouldn’t normally eat this much.” Just as Wu Mu finished speaking, Si Jiao rushed over.

"Good luck, Aymu, and you, Harry. Since you two were able to defeat the trolls, this shouldn't be too difficult for you, right, Aymu?"

When Si Jiao called Wu Mu's name, he softened his tone and pronounced it very affectionately.

"Perhaps, Si Jiao. How is your injury?" Wu Mu subconsciously looked at Si Jiao's leg.

"I am very happy, and you are facing Slytherin. Good luck." Snape then hurriedly left again.

"Hey, you saw the injury on Professor Snape's leg too, didn't you?" Hermione forced two slices of bread into Harry's mouth.

“Yes, he must have been scratched in the Forbidden Forest.” Woomu wanted Harry not to doubt the Church.

“I think he went to find Cerberus. Hermione said Cerberus was guarding something, and I think he wanted to steal it.” Harry swallowed his bread.

“I don’t know. I think Stuart is a good person. He’s always been very kind to me. He stayed by my side all night when I was in the hospital wing!” Wu Mu felt that explaining was useless, so he tried to make Harry think that Stuart was a good person.

“Maybe he’s trying to use you. You’ve always been great, amazing, on par with Hermione, and sometimes even better,” Ron said.

“I’m probably just lucky. I don’t know how I did it.” Wu Mu looked at the teacher who was sitting in his seat chatting with Quirrell.

“I really doubt Quirrell more than Professor Sido,” Wu Mu said, glaring at Professor Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell? Why do you suspect him?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"Do you guys remember? That night with the trolls, only Quirrell wasn't there. Everyone ate their dinner in peace. Dinner always lasted quite a while because almost no one left early; they would chat with their friends a bit longer."

“Yes, then how do we prove that Professor Quirrell let the troll in?” Ron didn’t understand what Wu Mu was saying.

"Let's say it was forty minutes! Forty minutes is enough time for the troll to wreak havoc on the school, but I noticed that only the underground path leading to the girls' restroom was damaged. It's impossible for the troll to have only damaged that little bit in forty minutes."

“That means the troll couldn’t have been let in by Professor Snape, because he was in the Great Hall the whole time,” Hermione said.

“Yes, Hermione, and brother Ron also knows that the other professors only arrive at the scene a minute or two after the professors arrive, which is simply not enough time.”

“Quirk is the only one missing, and he said the troll is in the basement, not his office, and there’s nothing there that he needs. Why would he go there for no reason? So it can only be the troll that Quirrell let in.”

“Wow! Womo, I never realized you had such strong reasoning abilities when we were at the Dursleys’ house! But I think we should observe you a little longer.” Harry was shocked that Womo could analyze things so thoroughly, but he was still skeptical of the Dursleys’ teachings.

……

Quidditch arena.

"Wamu, are you done?" Harry asked, waiting for Wamu to change into his team uniform.

"Almost done, brother!" Wu Mu had already changed her clothes inside and tied up her loose hair. She was now writing a note.

The note contained the following:

The Church of Strange is being sabotaged by Professor Quirrell.

"I'm all done!" Wu Mu stuffed the note into his pocket and walked out.

Harry was a little stunned; with his hair tied up, he looked like a completely different person.

Wu Mu's long, red, half-curled hair was tied up high into a neat ponytail.

This hairstyle cleverly concealed her youthful appearance while highlighting her slightly rounded yet pointed facial contours.

Her bangs featured a combination of French bangs and side-swept bangs, a unique style that made her already petite face appear even smaller and more delicate, giving her an aura that was both cute and charming, yet elegant and dignified.

"Wow! Wumu, you make me feel that your bloodline is even more noble."

“Harry? Clever? It’s almost time to go on stage! You look great like this, Clever,” Wood called from outside.

"Okay! Wood! Wood, let's catch up!" Harry grabbed Wood and ran towards the other team members.

"Are you scared, Harry, little smarty?"

"A little." (Ordinary, but very serious; it must have been Harry who said it.)

"I'm scared, but I believe in Little Starlight." (That sounds strange, but it was definitely Wu Mu who said it.)

"It's okay, I was scared the first time I played too."

"Go for it, Little Mousse!"

"We believe you!" Weasley twins.

"Thank you all! By the way, Oliver, how did your first time on the court go?"

"I don't remember much. I was hit in the head by a roaming ball after only a minute or two on the court, and I was in a coma in the medical wing for a week."

“Wow! You’re really unlucky.” Wu Mu looked at Wood and smiled.

Harry swallowed hard.

The door in front of them opened, and the team members mounted their brooms and flew out.

"Today it's Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" A dark-skinned little boy in the stands announced.

The Weasley twins circled the Slytherin flag in perfect unison.

Everyone flew to their respective positions.

"Look, has Gryffindor conceded defeat? They've admitted a first-year girl," said one of the Slytherin members.

"Isn't this the famous Miss Potter, Little Clever? She's so bright and charming!"

The Slytherin players all laughed on the field.

"You guys..." Wood wanted to say something on behalf of Wu Mu.

"It's alright, Wood. What's the use of talking? We'll show them with our strength!" Wu Mu gripped his broom tightly.

"Welcome everyone to the first Quidditch match of the season at Hogwarts! Today, it's Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" The audience cheered as the host finished speaking.