Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

May 11, 1991

Wednesday, cloudy

Oh my goodness.

What I saw.

Phillips actually fought Professor Snape to a draw?

Unbelievable!

As the girl wrote this, her pen trembled slightly, clearly indicating that the opening ceremony of the Duel Club today had left a deep impression on her.

She had never seen anything like it...

May 12, 1991

Thursday, sunny

On my first day of work, I was finally able to teach students with my senior, Phillips. I was so happy.

...(omitting a 500-word, exciting work summary)

May 13, 1991

Friday, sunny

On my second day of work, I was so happy to be teaching students with my senior, Phillips.

...(omitting a 400-word, exciting work summary)

May 14, 1991

Saturday, sunny

On my third day of work, I was surprised to find myself having classes on Saturday. I'm so happy!

...(omitting a 300-word, exciting work summary)

May 18, 1991

Wednesday, cloudy

How many days have I been officially working?

I've been so busy these past few days that I haven't had time to write in my diary.

I really admire Phillips for having the energy to teach so many students.

Feeling a little tired...

May 21, 1991

Saturday, snow

I feel a bit overwhelmed...

My dueling skills are completely inadequate for the position of teaching assistant...

What should I do...?

May 23, 1991

Monday, snow.

The girl had just finished writing down the date and weather in her diary when she suddenly choked up.

Immediately afterwards, a crystal tear silently slid down, tracing a long arc in the air, and finally landing softly on the words she had just written with a "plop".

Tears quickly spread across the words, soaking through the paper like a slowly blooming flower. The transparent teardrops met the black ink, instantly blurring and forming a hazy mark.

The once clear words became blurred and indistinct under the erosion of tears, as if shrouded in a thin mist.

She is not reconciled.

She had tried her best, but she couldn't even handle a few junior wizards.

She had already tried her best, but she still found it very difficult to be a teaching assistant.

She had tried her best, but she couldn't even see Sean's back.

She clearly...

Yes, she was unwilling to accept it.

But what could she possibly do?

What exactly should she do to be competent for this job?

What should she do to quickly improve her skills?

The girl could not see a future.

She not only couldn't see her future in this job, but she also couldn't see her own future.

She felt that her childhood dreams were getting further and further away from her, and had even faded from her mind.

Even when she went to the toilet, the girl was thinking that she couldn't even handle this simple job... Could she really become an excellent Auror in the future?

She didn't know...

She let down her senior's good intentions...

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The next day.

The girls seemed to be returning to their dorm rooms later than usual today.

She pushed open the door and slipped into the dormitory. Her clothes were a little disheveled, and her face was flushed and covered with fine beads of sweat from exercising.

What's most striking is her hair; a few strands, damp with sweat, clung to her fair neck, and glistening beads of sweat slid slowly down her hair, shimmering in the light.

She looked down at her clothes, trying to straighten them, but felt somewhat at a loss.

Her face flushed even redder, like a blush in the sunset, making one feel tenderness and affection for her.

As if remembering something, she pulled a thick diary from under the mattress, took it, sat down at her desk, and began to write:

May 24, 1991

Tuesday, sunny

Today is Christmas Eve...tomorrow is Christmas Day.

My senior just gave me a Christmas present...

At this point, the girl glanced down again at the embarrassing outfit she was wearing, and then continued writing:

"The Christmas present... was a strange outfit, and a matching... underwear..."

The fabric is very soft, comfortable, and cute.

However... it can only cover the vital parts of the body; most of the rest of the skin will be exposed...

Then...

My senior told me to try it on and see how it looked...

Before I could even react, my senior had already left the office... leaving me enough space to change my clothes...

This is the first time my senior has given me a Christmas present.

I didn't want to disappoint him, so..."

The girl had forgotten how she had inexplicably put on the clothes; it seemed that by the time she realized it, the clothes were already on her body.

About half a minute after I changed my clothes, my senior knocked on the door and came in.

His eyes were fixed on me, scrutinizing me intently.

Am I really... that good-looking?

I could even...feel his hot breath.

As the girl finished writing this, she stood up and walked to the mirror in the corner of the room.

She gazed at herself in the mirror, her somewhat unfocused eyes filled with doubt and anticipation.

"Am I really... that good-looking?" she asked herself softly, her fingers gently tracing her reflection in the mirror, as if she could touch that illusory version of herself.

She recalled the look in her senior's eyes, the intensity and affection that seemed to melt her.

She could even feel her senior's hot breath echoing in her ears, making her heart race and her cheeks burn.

Before her body temperature could rise further, the girl returned to her seat and continued writing.

"My senior said he would give me the same massage I had in the cave last time."

I had a bad feeling about it, but for some reason, my lips felt like they were glued shut, and I couldn't open them no matter what I did.

At that moment, I looked down at my toes, and the burning sensation on my face told me that my cheeks were as red as ripe apples.

I remained lying there.

Anyway, we already did it once before... didn't we?"

The girl took a sip of water, trying to suppress the throbbing emotion that was about to erupt within her.

"Before the massage."

I heard my senior say that.

He said...

explain...

"Junior, has anyone told you that you have a pair of beautiful bear-like breasts?"

I still remember those words, because it seems that no one except my senior has ever said that to me.

However, however, how could you speak to me so frivolously, senior?

I could hardly believe my ears.

I can show it to my senior, but definitely not now, and certainly not after we've only known each other for a few months.

But...but I...

Sometime later, the water glass beside the girl had dried up, and she sighed heavily as she looked at the empty glass.

"But I really couldn't refuse the way my senior spoke."

He helped me so much, he even saved my life.

I have nothing to repay him for.

And it was only...three seconds, it should be...okay?"

The second volume will officially begin in the next chapter. Please look forward to it.