Chapter 44: Herbology Class

"Ghosts are truly strange,

there's the amiable Fat Friar, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, and even professors..."

Jia Siting opened his homework, on which a rough framework was written,

"Oh, if only he wouldn't suddenly get confused,

Senior Cedric said there had never been such a long freshman assignment,

he tried to find Professor Bins, but never found him,

I guess, even if he found him, he wouldn't necessarily be able to make the professor change his mind.

A one-foot-long assignment, Merlin... this is still too difficult, Sien, have you finished it?"

Jia Siting closed his homework embarrassedly, a light of hope flashing in his eyes.

"Hmm."

Sien nodded, then took out a piece of parchment from his bag,

and a notebook with a light blue cover.

On the parchment were the essentials of the essay written by Michael and others, and the notebook with the light blue cover was the *History of Magic* summarized and organized by Sien.

He had another identical notebook, used to sort out his thoughts and inspirations.

"Good heavens! Sien, you really finished it?!"

Jia Siting covered his mouth just after saying it,

"Although I indeed thought this wouldn't stump you, I still can't believe it every time it happens...

Are we really wizards of the same grade..."

The second half of his sentence became lower and lower, almost inaudible.

"I'll only look at a little bit of the framework, I definitely won't copy your homework,

if I did such a thing, let me never be able to enter the kitchen."

Jia Siting suddenly promised seriously, his grey-blue eyes conveying sincerity and imperceptible anxiety.

"Hmm."

Sien put the notebook into Jia Siting's hand and left the Great Hall to head to the library.

Early morning was the time when energy was most abundant, and Sien would complete some more difficult tasks.

For example, sorting out *History of Magic* completely,

combining books such as *Modern History of Magic*, *Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century*, and *Directory of Contemporary Famous Magicians* to create a framework unique to him.

Sien felt that this would definitely help him achieve excellence in History of Magic.

The oak table in the library was brownish-red, with magic lanterns, crystal balls, and some flower arrangements placed beside it.

Sien was immersed in the wonder of magical history; it had to be said that wizards really had skills,

for example, this:

【In the Middle Ages, Muggles were particularly afraid of magic, but they were not good at identifying magic.

They occasionally really caught a wizard or witch, but in such cases, burning didn't have any effect.

The wizard or witch would cast a basic magic of freezing flames while being burned,

enjoying the gentle, itchy pleasure produced by the flames while pretending to be in pain and screaming.

Wendelin the Weird loved being burned very much, and had let herself be caught by people in various disguises,

forty-seven times in total】

This was very different from the tragic cases of burning wizards in Sien's imagination,

and also very different from the wizards in Sien's imagination.

After finishing the organization of the Middle Ages, Sien had to face that problem again:

Where was he going to find potion materials?

Perhaps Professor Sprout would have materials she didn't want?

Perhaps he could find a way to buy some in Hogsmeade Village? As long as he found the secret passage of the castle.

Perhaps he could ask Professor Sprout—could young wizards use Hogwarts' potion materials after class to brew potions? And then secretly practice?

But this method was extremely risky and had to be very careful.

However, there were always more methods than difficulties. Sien took out his notebook, preparing to sort out his complicated thoughts.

But opening the first page, he was stunned:

【Emeric was a short-lived but extremely cruel dark wizard...】

Sien continued to flip:

【Uric, because he heard the call of a Diricawl, firmly believed that he had died and become a ghost...】

Wrong!

In the Great Hall.

Jia Siting was fascinated by the parchment, his eyes focused, occasionally letting out low exclamations:

"Oh, it can be written like this, truly a genius..." ===== CHAPTER 45 =====