Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

"Good morning, everyone!"

Good morning, Professor Sprout.

Wu Mu genuinely dislikes botany-related subjects. She feels it's just about growing flowers and grass and learning about magical plants. She doesn't have the patience to wait for the flowers and grass to sprout and grow, so she's not listening right now; she's basically daydreaming.

"Great! Ten points for Gryffindor!"

"What do you mean, 'ten out of ten'?" Wu Mu was startled by Mrs. Sprout's question, but fortunately, Mrs. Sprout liked her personality and her lovely face.

"Miss Potter, were you listening carefully just now?"

"I was just thinking about what the next step of the course would be. I think... although these magic apples are just seedlings and won't kill us yet, they can make us faint for several hours. So we still need to put on earmuffs and quickly repot these plants that might be deadly when they scream."

“Very good, Miss Potter, but you need to pay attention in class. The teacher will explain this in the later lessons.”

"I understand, Mrs. Sprout."

"Did you hear what Miss Potter said?! Put on your earmuffs! Cover them tightly! First, grab the magic apple, then pull it out of the ground with all your might!"

The moment Mrs. Sprout pulled out the magic apple, Ayman covered his ears with his hands, and many others did the same. Neville staggered and fell to the ground.

"Oh dear, has Mr. Longbottom forgotten his earmuffs?"

"No, Professor, he just fainted."

"Don't worry about it. Now we need to repot the magic apple. Grab your magic apple and pull it out with force."

The students all pulled up the magic apples in front of them, and Malfoy even stretched out his finger, only to have it bitten by the thing.

Wu Mu also couldn't stand the noise, so he quickly changed its pot.

After class, Wu Mu would stay in Professor Si's office in solitary confinement.

She sat down in front of Professor S. Since she had nothing to do, Professor S placed a stack of papers in front of her.

"These are papers from first-year students. You're already a second-year student, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Oh my god, a thesis..." Wu Mu hated theses, but still picked one up and started reading.

I'm a first-year student at Hogwarts. Yes, I'm a first-year student now. I'm eleven years old. I'm writing a Potions paper. I want to learn how to make potions. I want to learn how to make different potions... Today is such a happy day.

"Godfather, how should I approve what?" Wu Mu held the quill pen, unable to make a move.

"I grade papers based on their level. You should have noticed the way I graded yours, right?"

"Okay—." Wu Mu hesitated for a moment, then smoothly drew a large "E" with a quill pen and put it aside to continue reading the next chapter.

Hello! I am a wizard. I have a mom and dad. I wear shoes. The person in front of me has a mole on their face. You look like a slipper. I like wearing slippers because they are comfortable... I don't want to lend a pen to the person next to me. He is so ugly.

“Uh… Godfather, would you like to take a look at this paper? It’s really… creative.” Wu Mu handed the paper to Si Jiao, who remained silent for a while after reading it.

"If you get another paper like this, just write 'rewrite' on it and put it aside. I'll send the paper back to them in the next class."

“Okay.” Wu Mu didn’t want them to rewrite it, because she also hated writing papers, so she prepared to write a “P” on it.

"I'll check your work when I have time after you've finished making the changes, so don't let me find out that you're being lenient with them." Hearing this, Wu Mu gave up the idea of ​​helping them and picked up the previous sheet, replacing the "E" with an "A".

Wu Mu quickly finished revising the stack of essays. She thought she had nothing else to do, but then someone knocked on the door.

Wu Mu looked up at Si Jiao, who glanced at her and then continued with his work. Wu Mu had no choice but to take on some of Si Jiao's tasks. "Please come in!"

“Professor Snape, uh… Little Clever!? You must be a bit busy right now?” A senior Slytherin student walked in carrying a book.

"It's okay, you can tell me if there's anything!" After Wu Mu finished speaking, the senior student walked up to her.

"You probably can't solve this, right? Little Smarty, this is a problem in the textbook."

"Let me see! Maybe I can do it!"

Wu Mu took the book from him, placing it on her legs, making her look very small. "You mean this? I suggest you stir it faster. As you can see from the ingredients, if you don't stir it fast enough, it will keep boiling and cause failure. If you stir it too slowly, it might even cause an explosion."

The older student was initially surprised and stunned. "Thank you! Little Smarty."

"You're welcome, bye-bye!" Wu Mu had just helped Si Jiao resolve one issue when someone knocked on the door again. Wu Mu decided to check on Si Jiao first.

"If you're here from now on, these things will be your responsibility. I'll arrange an empty table for you." It seems that Si Jiao doesn't like being bothered by so many trivial matters every day.

"Please come in!"

"Professor, wait... Little Lingli? Why did that voice sound so strange just now?"

"I...I..." Wu Mu didn't want anyone to know she was in solitary confinement; it was really embarrassing!

"Say what you want to say quickly, don't waste time talking nonsense." As soon as the instructor spoke, the student pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"Professor, these are the reflections you asked us to write. I've collected them all." The Slytherin student handed the stack of papers to Professor Slytherin.

"give her."

"Oh well."

Wu Mu took the stack of papers. "Should we still write O, W, L? This is for older students, it looks a bit... okay, I can manage."

Wumu repeatedly helped Si Jiao with miscellaneous tasks, making Si Jiao's life much easier. As a result, Wumu became his capable assistant.

Wu Mu: So Godfather has so much to do all day? Assigning papers every day, serves him right! Hehehe!

(Amu: From now on, Wumu won't laugh about these things anymore.)