Two Worlds: I studied at Hogwarts

After Flitwick asked about the Modification Charm, the atmosphere in the faculty dining hall turned cold.

"Oh! Don't be angry, Severus, you're a senior student."

Seeing Snape's unpleasant expression, Professor Flitwick immediately explained.

"I'm not that…"

Snape wanted to say that he wouldn't be a senior to the Gryffindor fools, but considering his identity, he held back.

"It's nothing, Severus. I just think your record might be broken."

"Broken? By Moon Scarlet!"

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

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

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

However, it was also at this moment that his attention to Moon increased.

......

"There's no need to compare anything more in spell creation, Filius. Mr. Scarlet should just focus on studying magical plants."

Knowing that Snape didn't like Gryffindor students, Sprout spoke up to stop Flitwick's conversation.

"More than thirty herbs in my Herbology Club are being taken care of by Mr. Scarlet, and he can even take good care of that 'Moon Grass' left by Newt!"

Sprout said with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Isn't that Moon Grass very rare?"

Flitwick remembered Sprout's return from the Herbology Club gathering this spring.

She was very excited at the time, saying that this was the second Moon Grass discovered in the British wizarding world in thirty years.

"That's right, but Mr. Scarlet has been taking care of it for two weeks without any mistakes."

......

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

He, who always paid great attention to dining etiquette, had to speed up his chewing.

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

Flitwick and Sprout smelled it at the same time, and they frowned as they looked outside the door.

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

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

Quirrell rarely appeared in the faculty dining hall. He usually solved his meals in his own lounge.

But recently, he seemed to appear in front of people intentionally or unintentionally.

The professors had to try to eat at different times because of this.

And this morning, Flitwick and Sprout were delayed in eating because of the debate over Moon's talent, so they happened to run into Quirrell.

"Quirinus, as a Ravenclaw, you should know that these foul-smelling things are useless."

As the head of Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick's attitude towards Quirrell had changed from initial appreciation to complete disappointment.

Quirrell was an excellent graduate in his student days, and soon after graduation, he was hired as a Muggle Studies professor.

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

But his idea was completely shattered after Quirrell took a trip to the Dark Forest.

"P... Professor, s... sorry."

After hearing Flitwick's words, Quirrell stood at the door without coming in.

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

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

After discovering Quirrell's intention, Snape quickly walked up and stopped in front of him.

"I... I'm not hungry..."

"Since you're already here in the dining hall, how can you not be hungry?"

Snape said, pulling Quirrell into the faculty dining hall, and then walked towards the end of the table.

The smell of garlic in the room became stronger.

Sprout and Flitwick left the breakfast they hadn't finished eating directly.

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

......

In the adjacent Great Hall, the little wizards' appetites were not very high either.

It wasn't because of the pungent smell of garlic, but because they had been eating pumpkin for three consecutive days.

Pumpkin soup, pumpkin pie, pumpkin salad, pumpkin noodles, roasted pumpkin...

There were many kinds of food, but pumpkin-based ingredients accounted for half of them.

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

Ron was picking out the pumpkin slices from the salad one by one.

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

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

Moon didn't particularly dislike any kind of food.

In the winters before Xilin, because of the lack of food, Aunt Daisy would make sweet potatoes and crisp cabbage for three consecutive months.

Having had this experience, compared to the current nine pumpkin meals in three days, Moon could still accept it.

"How can you still eat it?"

Ron looked at Moon, who finished a bowl of pumpkin porridge without changing his expression, with a strange look.

"Actually, it tastes pretty good, and I know these pumpkins very well. They are all very fresh."

Moon was telling the truth. The pumpkin tasted slightly sweet, and he rarely got to eat sugar in Xilin. This kind of food was already very good.

Moreover, he knew that the pumpkins on the table came from Hagrid's garden, and these were all fresh vegetables that had just been picked two days ago.

They were all pumpkins that were not suitable for carving that Hagrid sent to the kitchen.

Ron didn't understand Moon very much. He still insisted on picking out all the pumpkins from the salad.

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

"So he really is a wanderer..."

......

Wednesday's courses were still as usual, relaxed and fulfilling.

The only change was that the little wizards were all looking forward to tomorrow's Halloween feast.

However, Moon also noticed another thing that was different from usual.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell's face became very unsightly, and he also misread several words when reading the text.

Although Moon was still finding it difficult to adapt to the smell of garlic in the classroom, he had already learned self-hypnosis.

As long as he focused all his attention on the content of the textbook, the pungent smell of garlic would be less.

However, Moon's method didn't last long today.

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

"This is definitely the best Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

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

......

After all the daytime courses were over, Moon, who had no homework, arranged for himself to practice spells.

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

It was quiet and undisturbed here.

However, just as Moon was casting the [Leg-Locking Curse] on the stick figure, Hermione walked 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 will find someone to raise some clothes or something..."

"Wait, what do you mean by that?"

Moon's wand stopped in mid-air, looking at Hermione.

"Aren't you a child of a tramp?"