Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 63 Hermione's Thoughts

After Flitwick asked about the transformation spell, the atmosphere in the staff cafeteria grew colder.

"Oh! Don't be angry, Severus, you are the senior."

Noticing that Snape's expression was not right, Professor Flitwick immediately explained.

"I'm not that"

Snape was about to say that he was not the senior of the stupid lion of Gryffindor, but when he thought of his own identity, he held it back.

"It's okay, Severus. Actually, I just think your record is likely to be broken."

"Broken? Just by Moon Scarlett!"

Snape took a mouthful of pumpkin porridge, his tone full of disdain.

"Severus, don't be so fussy. Records are meant to be broken. It's just a matter of time."

Snape really didn't want to argue too much with Flitwick, the professor who had taught him.

However, it was also at this time that his attention to Moon rose to a new level.

"There's no need to compare spells anymore, Filius. Mr. Scarlett should just focus on studying magical plants."

Knowing that Snape didn't like Gryffindor students, Sprout spoke up and stopped Flitwick from talking in time.

"Mr. Scarlett is currently taking care of the over thirty herbs in my Herb Club. He even takes good care of the 'Moonlight Grass' that Newt left behind!"

Sprout said with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Isn't that moonlight grass very rare?"

Flitwick remembered Sprout from the Herb Club party that spring.

She said excitedly that this was the second moongrass discovered in the British wizarding world in the past 30 years.

"True, but Mr. Scarlett has been taking care of it for two weeks without any mishaps."

Hearing Flitwick and Sprout talking about the little lion, Snape's expression became increasingly grim.

He, who originally paid great attention to dining etiquette, had to chew faster.

However, when he finished the last mouthful of pumpkin porridge, a pungent smell appeared in the staff lounge.

Flitwick and Sprout smelled it at the same time, and they looked out the door with frowns on their faces.

Sure enough, when the door was pushed open, a young professor in a turban appeared.

"Oh, good-morning, professors. I-I didn't know you were still here."

Normally, Quirrell rarely appears in the staff cafeteria. He usually eats in his own lounge.

But recently he seems to always appear in front of people intentionally or unintentionally.

Professors have to try to stagger their meals.

This morning, Flitwick and Sprout missed their meal because they were arguing about Moon's talent, so they happened to run into Quirrell.

"Quirinus, as a Ravenclaw, you should know that none of these smelly things will have any effect."

As the Head of Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick's attitude towards Quirrell has changed from initial admiration to complete disappointment.

Quirrell was an outstanding graduate during his student days and was hired as a professor of Muggle Studies shortly after graduation.

Originally, in Flitwick's opinion, if Quirrell taught well, he might break Snape's record and become the youngest head of house in the future.

However, his idea was completely shattered after Quirrell went on a long journey to the Dark Forest.

"Professor, I'm sorry."

After hearing Flitwick's words, Quirrell stood at the door and did not come in.

Especially after he saw Snape stand up, Quirrell wanted to turn around and leave.

"Professor Quirrell, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

After realizing Quirrell's intention, Snape quickly walked up and blocked his way.

“I’m not hungry.”

"I'm already in the cafeteria, how can I not be hungry?"

Snape said as he stopped Quirrell in the staff canteen and walked towards the end of the table. The smell of garlic in the room became stronger.

Sprout and Flitwick left their unfinished breakfast.

In the end, only the two youngest professors were left in the cafeteria.

In the auditorium next door, the little wizards didn't have much appetite either.

They were not attracted by the pungent smell of garlic, but by the fact that they had been eating pumpkin for three consecutive days.

Pumpkin soup, pumpkin pie, pumpkin salad, pumpkin noodles, roasted pumpkin
There are many kinds of food, but half of them are made with pumpkin.

"I feel like I'm going to throw up if I eat any more pumpkin."

Ron was picking the pumpkin slices out of his salad one by one.

Harry also tried to grab some food that wasn't pumpkin.

Even Hermione, who loved pumpkin pie very much, didn't touch the plate of golden pumpkin pie today.

Moon doesn't have a particular aversion to any one food.

In the winter before Xilin, because of food shortages, Aunt Daisy would cook sweet potatoes and crispy cabbage for three consecutive months.

After this experience, Moon could still accept the pumpkin meals he was eating nine times in three days.

"How can you still eat?"

Ron saw Moon finish a bowl of pumpkin porridge without changing his expression and gave him a strange look.

“It actually tastes pretty good, and I know these pumpkins pretty well, they’re all very fresh.”

Moon was telling the truth. Pumpkin tasted slightly sweet, and he rarely ate sugar in Xilin, so this food was already very good.

And he knew that the pumpkins on the table came from Hagrid's vegetable garden. These were fresh vegetables that had been picked just two days ago.

These were pumpkins that Hagrid had sent to the kitchen because they were not suitable for carving.

Ron didn't understand Moon, but he still insisted on picking all the pumpkins in the salad.

Hermione, who was sitting opposite, became more determined in her mind after hearing Moon's words.

“So he really is a wanderer.”

Wednesday's class was just as relaxing and fulfilling as usual.

The only change is that the little wizards are looking forward to the Halloween dinner tomorrow.

But Moon also discovered something different from usual.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell's face turned very ugly, and he mispronounced several words when reading the text.

Although Moon still finds it difficult to adapt to the smell of garlic in the classroom, he has learned self-hypnosis.

As long as you focus all your attention on the content of the textbook, the pungent smell of garlic will be less.

However, Moon's method did not last long today.

Because Quirrell rarely let the students study on their own before the class was over, and then he returned to the professor's lounge upstairs.

"This was definitely the best Defense Against the Dark Arts class ever."

After Quirrell left, Ron's statement was recognized by everyone.

After all the classes during the day were over, Moon, who had no homework, arranged for himself to practice spells.

He was still in his old spot, in the corner of the common room.

There is no one to disturb you and it is very quiet.

But just as Moon was casting the [Leg-Lock Curse] on the stickman, Hermione came over.

"I'm very sorry. I shouldn't have questioned your research direction. Of course, if you need anything, you can tell me and I'll find someone to donate some clothes or something."

"Wait, what do you mean by this?"

Moon's wand stopped in mid-air and he looked at Hermione.

"Aren't you a homeless kid?"

　Seeking follow-up reading, monthly tickets, and recommendation tickets from the little wizards
　　
　
(End of this chapter)