Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 17 Moon's Memory
Hermione expressed strong doubts about Moon's memory.

Out of rigor, Hermione took out the "Wand Making and Maintenance" she had just borrowed as soon as she entered the common room.

There were still many classmates gathered in the lounge at this time. Without the constraints of their parents, everyone slept very late.

Harry and Ron were playing wizard chess again, and Neville seemed to be looking for something again.

Hermione found an empty seat and sat down, then opened the book in her hand and flipped to the first few pages at random.

"What's the biggest taboo about ash wands?" Hermione pointed at the contents in the book and stared at Moon with suspicion.

"It cannot be given away or used by others, otherwise it will lose its magic." Moon blurted out casually while sitting opposite Hermione.

"What should I pay attention to when using a black walnut wand?" Hermione turned back two pages.

"Because black walnut cannot regulate its internal problems on its own, its owner must be honest with his or her own heart."

Moon answered again, then looked at the little girl opposite in confusion.

"Haven't you just seen this, Hermione?"

Hermione didn't answer Moon's question, but flipped back five pages.

"What kind of user is best suited for a wand core made of Veela hair?"

"It picks out sensitive and headstrong individuals, paying particular attention to appearance."

Hermione's hand kept pointing at the answer in the book. When Moon finished speaking, she seemed to be sure of something and closed the book heavily.

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"Let me answer your question now. I have indeed read this book, but I don't have such an enviable memory."

After Hermione finished speaking, she stood up and left the common room. Although Moon was puzzled, he could see that the little witch seemed a little aggrieved.

"Are you okay? Moon." Harry heard the noise and came over.

"It should be fine." Moon answered uncertainly.

"Just leave her alone. No one knows why she's like this, right?"

Ron agreed nonchalantly, holding a wizard chess piece in his hand.

"Come on, Harry, finish this game with me."

Harry and Ron continued playing chess, while Moon sat next to them and read a book.

On Wednesday, the weather turned gloomy.

Moon got up early that day. Since he knew that learning magic required mastering a lot of knowledge, he resumed his previous routine when he lived in the bridge hole.

This way he can save at least three hours a day to read, not counting the time he has to do homework at night.

If all these are taken into account, he would have at least five hours more time than others.

This is all the time he can use freely.

Moon was reading "Modern Magical Pronunciation Table" in the morning. He had to master those difficult magic syllables as soon as possible so that he could keep up with the professors' teaching progress.

When he finished reading the third chapter, his roommates also left the dormitory one after another.

After washing up, they went to the auditorium to eat together, with Moon leading the way.

"Cool, Moon, I think you could totally be an expedition guide."

After taking a shortcut down the stairs, Seamus couldn't help but praise. According to him, his father worked in a Muggle travel agency.

"I think you can manage the Floo Network in the future. My father said that this department requires a very strong memory."

After listening to Ron and Seamus, Moon felt that both jobs were good. Of course, if he had to choose, exploration would definitely be his first choice.

It's not just that Simo said this job pays more, the most important thing is that exploration allows him to better understand the world.

The sky above the auditorium was covered with low-hanging dark clouds, just like the weather outside, but this did not affect Moon and his group's mood for dinner.

Because they were going to have the Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, Moon clearly remembered that at the welcome party, this young professor was the only one with two wizard bars.

Although one of the wizards was so dim that he could hardly see clearly, this was enough to prove that this professor was more peculiar than the others. Moon's guess was right, Professor Quirrell was indeed very peculiar.

As soon as he appeared, the whole classroom was filled with a strong smell of garlic.

In order to appreciate the professor's style, Moon had specially chosen a seat in the front row, but he now regretted it very much.

"Professor, why does your scarf smell so bad?" Simo, who was sitting with Moon, asked first.

"This, oh, this is a gift from an African prince for helping him deal with a zombie."

Moon was somewhat surprised that Professor Quirrell was a stutterer.

"Resurrected zombies! Is that true? How did you defeat them?" Simo asked impatiently, and the people around him looked over curiously.

"Well, well, today's weather is really nice."

"Professor, it's cloudy today."

Seeing that Quirrell didn't want to answer this question, Seamus curled his lips and looked at him in disappointment.

"Oh, really? That's great, let's start the lesson."

Moon can now finally redeem himself for the History of Magic class, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has been promoted to the most boring course.

Although Professor Binns' lectures can make people sleepy, he will occasionally give related events about historical figures, which are knowledge that is not in the textbooks.

And Quirrell could only read "The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" word for word.

Not only do those who listen carefully dislike this course, but even those who like to sleep in class don't like it.

The strong smell of garlic prevented them from sleeping peacefully.

When the bell rang, everyone rushed out of the classroom, hoping to get a breath of fresh air in time to save their lives.

"I think George is right. His scarf must be full of garlic." Ron leaned on the corridor railing and took a deep breath before speaking.

"No, his scarf was definitely soaked in garlic liquid."

Moon, who had grown garlic at York Farm, knew that garlic with the skin on did not have a strong smell. Even if the skin was peeled off, as long as the garlic was not broken, it would not have the strong smell of Quirrell's scarf.

"Well, this smell has taken away my appetite."

"Ron, I think you're going to regret this," Harry continued.

"why?"

"Because we have New Zealand lamb chops today."

"Really? Then I'll eat ten!"

Ron said this and quickly ran towards the Great Hall. Harry and Moon looked at each other and quickly followed him.

It was only then that Hermione came out of the classroom. She glanced at Harry and Moon who were walking away, took a few deep breaths, and slowly walked towards the auditorium, holding several large books.

There was another herbal medicine class in the afternoon, and this time Professor Sprout did the whole course himself.

Because she wanted to use magic to quickly dry a fresh narcissus rhizome, so that it could become a finished herb that could be used.

"Okay, that's it."

Professor Sprout picked up a rhizome of daffodils that had just been toasted over a fire spell.

"Normally, it's best to dry it in the sun for seven days. This time, I'm just showing you the finished product. Everyone can take a closer look."

The lesson was simply observation, and it was easy for Moon.

After watching Professor Sprout give a round of instructions to all the students, Moon raised his hand and asked the question that was bothering him.

"Professor, are the trees used to make wands considered magical plants? If so, how can we tell?"

Professor Sprout showed a surprised expression when he heard Moon's question, but Hermione reacted more dramatically.

　Ask for the follow-up reading, monthly ticket and recommendation ticket from the little wizard
　　
　
(End of this chapter)