Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

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Girls dormitory.

Back in his dorm room, Wu Mu lay on his bed, thinking about the mirror.

"What I long for is for everyone in this world to be safe and sound? By the time I grow up to that age, I'll probably be in seventh grade."

"In seventh grade, Sirius, Cedric, and Fred should all be gone."

"I must save them!" Wu Mu sat up.

"I will never let this tragedy repeat itself! I must become stronger!" Wu Mu picked up his magic wand and practiced casting spells in his dormitory.

"What's that spell from the Sculptor's Church called again? Oh! Right! Divine Sharpness Without Shadow! Let's learn it!" Wu Mu held up his wand with a serious air.

"{Shadowless Sharpshooter}Sectumsempra!"

"hiss!"

After Wu Mu finished chanting the incantation, the first blow landed on her own arm, while the others were thrown forward. She took out a piece of paper and wiped the wound.

"It hurts... but... at least it proves I succeeded. Remember, this spell can't make the wound grow back. Hmm... let's try a healing spell!"

"Let me think... um... {Rapid Healing} Vulnera Sanentur"

"Okay! Ahem! "

Perhaps because the incantation was somewhat difficult, Wu Mu tried to recite it in the style of the movie Rinnepe, but it had no effect.

It could also be because the pronunciation of "賿慕念" (Wu Mu Ni) sounds much better than that of "斯教念" (Si Jiao Ni).

"Strange? No, it really hurts... Can I go find Draco now? No! I can't go! He'll deduct points from my score! I have to stop him when he's about to use this spell! Draco must be in a lot of pain!" Wu Mu's blood soaked through his pajama sleeves and dripped onto the floor.

"Damn it! Let's try to stop the bleeding first!" Wu Mu waved his wand, trying to stop the bleeding first.

The bleeding did slow down considerably, and fortunately the wound was relatively small, which prevented Wu Mu from experiencing too much pain.

"The Sorcerer's Sect is truly insidious! To create such a torturous spell! Yulong! Please help me!" Wumu had no choice but to seek Yulong's help.

[What! So noisy! I've been having trouble sleeping lately and finally managed to fall asleep! It's just stopping the bleeding! Hermothersens (onomatopoeia of a spell)!] The dragon quickly stopped the bleeding for Wumu.

"Sorry, Yilong, I didn't expect you to be sleeping, but you're really amazing!" Wumu looked at the wound that had stopped bleeding but was still wide open.

[I'm a creature from another world, so I can't completely heal the wound, or I'll be punished. I just stopped the bleeding.] Yulong held his head, preparing to go back to sleep.

"You mean... I still have to go see Stalin, right? How am I supposed to explain that?!"

"Should I say that I accidentally saw a book in the potions classroom with the words 'Exclusive to the Half-Blood Prince' written on it, and opened it out of curiosity to find this spell?"

[I think this is a good reason; you're getting better and better at making up excuses! I admire you!]

"But he'll definitely yell at me! I promised him I wouldn't use spells on my own!" Wu Mu sat on the bed, puffing out her cheeks.

[What else could you do? Perhaps you thought of the three-headed dog from before, and wanted to protect it, so you tried it out, but unexpectedly it attacked you instead.] Yilong lay leisurely in the hammock with his eyes closed.

"Forget it, I guess I'll just have to grit my teeth and do it! But how should I explain that the bleeding has stopped?"

[have no idea.]

"Oh? What should we do then?" Wu Mu lay down on the bed with a headache.

[Just say you don't know! You drank the healing potion first, then used every healing spell you knew, and the bleeding stopped. I don't know exactly how it stopped, but to be more specific, you were very scared, so you drank the potion with your eyes closed, then cast the spell with your eyes closed, and when you opened your eyes, the bleeding had stopped.] Yi Long was still trying very hard to make up a reason for Wu Mu.

"Alright! That's the only way! Time to sleep! We'll go find Si Jiao tomorrow." Wu Mu wrapped himself in the blanket and took one last look at his wound.

On the morning of the third day, I was awakened by the bright sunlight.

"It's...dawn." Wu Mu yawned, then looked at the still gaping wound on his hand and walked into the washroom.

"How pathetic, I wonder if Si Jiao will curse me to death." Wu Mu leaned quietly against the wall by the door of Si Jiao's office, not wanting Si Jiao to find him.

"Oh dear! Should I go in or not?" Wu Mu looked somewhat troubled.

[I'll help you!] Yulong used his magic to make a knocking sound on the door.

"Come in!"

Now we're in a bind! We have to go in, whether we want to or not!

"Hehe, our handsome, dashing, elegant, dignified, talented and good-looking, imposing, with a face like jade, full of spirit, a romantic and talented man, Master Sijiao."

"Let's get down to business." Si Jiao realized that Wu Mu needed to ask her for a favor.

"Could you heal my wound, Lord Stalin?"

"Come here, let me see!" Si Jiao stared at Wu Mu.

Wu Mu stepped forward and showed his injured arm to Si Jiao, who pulled his arm and looked it over from side to side.

What kind of injury is this?

“Uh… I saw a book in the Potions classroom that said ‘Exclusive to the Half-Blood Prince’. I was curious, so I flipped through it and saw a spell called ‘Shadowless Blade’…” Wu Mu was interrupted by Si Jiao.

"You injured yourself with this spell?" Si Jiao stopped looking at Wu Mu's wound and looked up into her eyes.

"Yes—ah! I'm curious, really curious! Especially that 'against the enemy' thing. I tried it in the dorm, but I accidentally hurt myself." Wu Mu didn't dare to look Si Jiao in the eye, because she knew that something unexpected was about to happen.