Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

As the saying goes, sorrow should not cross the river, for autumn's heart is torn in two.

How can one then place such sorrow?

So Charlie rewrote the letter, changing some parts. In the letter, he also mentioned a friend in Longchang. However, this friend didn't ask for advice on how to get along with girls, but rather how to make amends after doing something that hurt or misunderstood a girl.

However, even after writing the letter, Charlie still felt lost, because he didn't know if he would ever see Pussy again.

Perhaps, her appearance was like a shooting star in the night sky, flashing by and disappearing from his world forever.

If that's the case, then no matter how many tricks Qin has up his sleeve, it won't make a difference.

Thinking about this, Charlie felt extremely bad.

He didn't know why he felt such fear towards Pusi back then, even though he had genuinely thought she was a pure and innocent person.

How could someone like that randomly kill his parents and younger siblings?

Charlie felt as if he had been cursed with some kind of stupidity spell, to the point that his brain had lost its ability to think.

"Perhaps, I'll never see her again..."

This thought filled Charlie's heart with a feeling that made it hard to breathe.

However, there was nothing he could do; he had no idea where Pusi usually went.

"If I see her again, I'm determined to get to the bottom of this!"

When Cha thought of this, he clenched his fists, as if all his resentment had turned into anger.

He was angry that the girl had barged in so abruptly and left so easily.

"How could she do this? What she's doing is incredibly irresponsible!"

Charlie said angrily.

Humans are so strange; they can switch between different emotions in an instant.

Just as described in a certain classical Eastern novel: love at its deepest point turns into hate, and affection at its strongest point turns into indifference.

Of course, Charlie was unaware of this.

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The gaze returned.

On Wednesday, Hogwarts' first-year students have Charms in the morning and Herbs in the afternoon.

It was afternoon, and the herbalism class was taking place in a greenhouse outside the castle.

The first-grade curriculum is relatively simple, focusing on recognizing the characteristics and uses of herbs. Of course, it also covers some knowledge about planting herbs, but the requirements for planting these herbs are not so high. At most, you just need to pay attention to the temperature and humidity. Unlike mandrake, which can be knocked unconscious by its loud calls just by changing the pot.

At this moment, in this herb greenhouse, each young wizard had a potted plant in front of them that was very ornamental—they had compound leaves composed of oval leaflets and spike-like inflorescences with white petals tinged with pale purple.

This is the herb that first-year students have recently been learning about—Dictamnus dasycarpus.

"...Finally, let me emphasize again that Dictamnus dasycarpus is a widely used medicinal herb. The Dictamnus dasycarpus extract is very effective in treating external injuries, and the plant itself can also be used directly to treat external injuries. For example, wild animals will consciously look for Dictamnus dasycarpus after being injured, chew it up, and spit it into the wound..." Professor Sprout held a small bottle of light green essential oil solution in his hand and explained to the children in the classroom.

Hermione was listening attentively to the lecture and occasionally taking notes in her notebook with a quill pen.

Then, when her peripheral vision inadvertently glanced outside the glass wall of the greenhouse, a bright smile instantly bloomed on her previously serious face. Realizing that she was in class, she quickly pursed her lips and composed herself, but the smile in her beautiful eyes remained.

Because her seat was relatively close to the podium, and she was usually a diligent student, this contrasting behavior naturally did not escape Professor Sprout's notice.

The chubby witch teacher followed the child's gaze and looked outside, and sure enough, she saw the person she least wanted to see.

She felt a sudden jolt in her heart and subconsciously looked at the white sage plants filling the room.

Last year, this guy claimed he was going to use Dictamnus dasycarpus to develop some kind of "scar-removing and beautifying skincare product." He borrowed a lot of herbs from her, and even said that if he succeeded in developing it, he would give her shares and dividends. She believed his nonsense, and he almost plucked all the leaves and flowers from half of her greenhouse's Dictamnus dasycarpus.

However, this kid did manage to come up with a white cinnamon spray that could be sprayed directly onto the wound, making it much more convenient to use—which gave Professor Sprout a little comfort.

"Alright, it's about time... I see some students from other grades have already finished class (Professor Sprout glanced at Hermione as she spoke), so let's end today's class here." The fat witch teacher announced the end of get out of class.

The students all showed relaxed and happy expressions.

"Pack your personal belongings and don't leave anything strange in the flowerpots," the professor added loudly.

These careless young wizards would often put random things into the herb pots, causing the herbs to get sick or die, which was a constant headache for Professor Sprout.

After hearing this, everyone responded sparsely and busied themselves packing up and leaving.

Hermione is the same.

She quickly packed up her notebook and quill, and after checking the workbench to make sure there was nothing wrong, she left her seat.

He bowed slightly to say goodbye to Professor Sprout.

The little girl quickened her pace and ran towards the Eastern boy who was waiting outside.

Now that get out of class is over, there's no need to hide your smile.

Well, even the teacher can't control it.

——Dimensional wall——

There was another chapter in about half an hour. I had written a long chapter, but it was too long, so I split it up to create the illusion of a second update.