Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

"I'm all washed up! Where are you copying, Wumu?" Hermione ran over to Wumu and looked at him.

"Alright! Finished copying! Your handwriting isn't bad, is it?" Wu Mu handed the notebook to Hermione.

"Not bad, but I have to say, it's not as nice as your usual handwriting." Hermione flipped through it.

"Alright, alright, let's go have breakfast!" Wu Mu took the notebook and put both the book and the notebook into the enchanted bag.

……

hall.

“Actually, I think Professor Snape was much kinder to you than to us,” Hermione said, taking a bite of bread.

“Yes, he is quite gentle.” Wu Mu swallowed the bread in his mouth.

"Yesterday when you hugged him, he didn't resist at all, and he even touched your head. I was stunned!" Hermione thought about what happened yesterday.

"It's alright! I remember he's never really been resistant to me." Just as Wu Mu finished speaking, Si Jiao pushed the door open and came in.

“That’s Professor Snape, isn’t it? You can just give him the notebook.” Hermione saw Professor Snape walking in before Ian Murphy did.

"Alright, I'll go now!" Wu Mu took out the notebook from his pocket and ran to Si Jiao.

"Master Si, I've finished copying what you asked me to copy." Wu Mu handed the notebook to Master Si with both hands.

Si Jiao flipped through the book, glanced at Wu Mu, and then continued looking at the book Wu Mu had copied.

"Go ahead, come to my office during the rest of your playtime today." There was less than half a page left in the notebook, so Si Jiao didn't return it to Wu Mu.

“Oh, okay.” Although reluctant, Wu Mu politely waved goodbye and walked toward Hermione.

"Oh dear! This is terrible, my darling Hermione! I have to go to Strange's place after we finish playing. To put it simply, I have to spend the rest of the afternoon at his place, except for reading, doing homework and eating."

"Is he not satisfied with your homework? I think your handwriting is beautiful!"

“I don’t know either, I’ll tell you when I get back this afternoon! How about we go to the library now? Let’s look for information about Nicholas Lemère, and call my brother and Ron, they’re there!” Wu Mu pointed to the two people sitting in a corner.

"Okay!" After saying that, the two little girls stood up and walked towards the two little boys.

"Brother! How about we go to the library?"

"Library?" Ron was annoyed by the word "book".

"Find information about Nicholas Lemès; it will definitely help us find the person who wanted to steal it!"

“Great idea! Let’s go!” Harry heard Nicholas Flamel express interest in the operation.

……

library.

The group arrived at the library and put all their effort into finding relevant information, but soon, the impatient Wu Mu started playing with the ladder that he could slide up and down on the bookshelves.

"Wumu, stop playing. If you can't find it, sit here and rest for a while." Hermione couldn't stand the clattering noise anymore.

"Hehe, sorry, Hermione!" Wu Mu started searching seriously again.

After a short while, she found a book called "The Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century," took the book, walked to an empty table, and sat down.

Wu Mu: Where did the guys find the information in the original story? Or... did they get it from Hagrid?

After watching for a while, Hermione also picked up a book and sat down next to Wolmer to read.

Harry continued his search without getting distracted, clearly intending to help with the dangerous matter Hagrid had mentioned.

Time ticked by, and "Hermione, have you found it yet?" Wu Mu was starting to get bored.

"No, I can't find a single piece of information about him here." Hermione had found no clues.

"Brother! Did you find anything?"

"It's the same in my book; there's no information about that person at all, not even their name."

"Hey, Ron, what about you?" Ron ignored Wu Mu, and Hermione and Harry also noticed something was wrong.

"Ron!" Harry raised his voice slightly, but Ron still ignored him.

Hermione slowly removed the book from his hands; Ron was already asleep, slumped over the table. He had even torn two eye-shaped pieces of paper, drawn pupils on them, and stuck them on his eyes.

"Oh my god!" Wu Mu slumped onto the table. "I feel so tired! Why can't I find it?"