Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

After so many boring days, Hermione is finally back! But the cruel truth is, Illum is sleeping in.

"Wamu, I've called you four times already, and you've slept for another four ten-minute periods!" Hermione had already finished getting ready.

"Oh, Hermione, I'm really tired right now."

(Amu: No wonder I'm exhausted! I practiced magic for almost two hundred hours in the spellcasting space yesterday! It's terrifying to even think about!)

"Alright! My dear, I'm going to the library now. Come find me there when you wake up!" Hermione said, carrying a huge, thick book.

“Okay, Hermione, baby.” Wu Mu’s arm was really sore.

(Amu: It must be sore! Two hundred hours of training, I've almost developed superhuman arms!)

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Mu rolled off the bed, startled awake.

"{Except for your weapon} Extellium is going to 'Ehman'!"

"Oh! Ouch—! My arm! This feeling!" Wu Mu's arm cramped up and it took a while to recover.

“Looks like I need to relax a bit these days.” Wu Mu rubbed his throbbing arm again. “Now that I’m awake, I’ll go find Hermione.”

……

School corridor.

Suddenly, Wu Mu saw a familiar figure not far away, with several people who were somewhat disoriented beside him. She took out her glasses from her pocket and put them on.

"Draco?" Malfoy turned to look in her direction as Wu Mu spoke.

“Wu Mu? Where are you going?” Malfoy walked up to her.

"I'm going to the library to find Hermione."

"Looking for mud... Does your friend read books?"

"Yes! What's wrong?" Wu Mu took off his glasses and put them in his pocket.

"Did you like the Christmas present I gave you?"

"Of course I like it! It's beautiful! Draco! Thank you!" Wu Mu instinctively reached out to hug him, but quickly realized her mistake and shook his hand instead.

"If you like it, that's good. Just now... were you trying to hug me?"

Wu Mu: Ugh, no! Why did you say that?! That was embarrassing enough! And Pansy was right there! That arrogant girl, she'd eat me alive!

"Hehe, yes and no!"

"What do you mean by that? Are you looking down on the Malfoy family?"

"Of course not! You are a pure-blood family, how could I possibly look down on you!"

"Oh! By the way! Do you want some cookies? These are homemade by my mother, they're really delicious! Try some!" Malfoy took a small box of cookies out of his pocket and handed it to Wumu.

Wu Mu glanced sideways at Miss Perkinson beside her; her eyes seemed to say, "You're finished! You're finished! You're finished!" She practically wanted to shoot her on the spot!

"Hehe, no..." Before Wu Mu could finish speaking, Malfoy shoved the biscuit into her hand.

Draco couldn't very well refuse, so he said, "Thank you, Draco!" and waved before leaving.

Pansy walked up behind Malfoy, "Draco..."

"Don't call me Draco! Call me Malfoy!" What an arrogant Mr. Malfoy.

……

library.

"Hermione! Bro! Ron!" Wu Mu ran over to them and sat down.

"Wu Mu, you've finally arrived! I've found information about Nicholas Flamel!"

“He’s the only person who ever made the Philosopher’s Stone!” Ron blurted out, as if to prove how amazing he was. “And he’s six hundred and sixty-five years old!”

Wu Mu: "The Philosopher's Stone? So fast? I haven't had enough fun in first grade!"

"It can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create an elixir of immortality, making those who drink it never die," Harry explained.

"Wow! So, the person who stole it wanted endless wealth or immortality!" To avoid alerting them, Wumu didn't say that Quirrell wanted to steal it.

“That’s right! Snape is going to steal it!” Harry was still relentless in his accusations against Snape.

"It's not that Si Jiao wants to steal it! Brother! How many times do I have to tell you?!" Wu Mu covered his forehead with his hand.

"Snape must be trying to steal it!"

"No! Hey! Brother! Use your brain!" Wu Mu stood up and shouted.

"Miss, please keep your voice down." Filch heard Wu Mu's voice and rushed over.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Filch! I’ll be careful!” Wu Mu bowed slightly to Filch.

After struggling for a while without being able to utter another word, Wu Mu simply ran to Harry's side and punched his arm.

“We all think Snape is the most likely to steal the Philosopher’s Stone, but why do you think it’s Professor Quirrell?” Hermione couldn’t see any reason why this garlic-smelling professor would steal the Philosopher’s Stone.

“I can’t explain it to you right now, how about we make a bet! I bet it’s Quirrell, you bet it’s Strange! If you’re wrong, I’ll take each of you on a broomstick flight through the sky, and if I’m wrong, you can settle the score.”

“No! Wumu! You’re the fastest flyer in the school right now! We’ll crash and die!” Ron was still afraid they would lose the bet.

Since the last competition, Wumu seems to have had enough of flying. He flies around on his broomstick whenever he has nothing to do. Now, not only has his balance improved a lot, but his agility and speed when flying are becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

"Okay! Then...you guys give me Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! I want each of you to give me two boxes!"

The other three exchanged glances and then nodded in agreement.

“If you’re wrong, you’ll have to wear my mom’s dress and tap dance!” Ron didn’t even notice how Harry looked at him after he finished speaking.

“Ron!” Harry felt this punishment was too humiliating.

"Okay!" As a transmigrator, Wu Mu was naturally full of confidence.

"Wamu, are you sure?" Hermione couldn't believe that Wamu had agreed to Ron's unreasonable request.

"Yes! I'm sure of it, I swear! The one who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone was Quirrell!"