Although they repeatedly told themselves not to compare their studies with Lin Yue, that there was no basis for comparison, the eager Ravenclaws couldn't help but want to compete with Lin Yue in academics. The result was just like now, feeling completely defeated.
Lin Yue is only in the second grade, and it's not yet time for her to take alchemy classes, so she must have been self-studying alchemy. In the end, her self-taught alchemy skills are sufficient to guide her seniors, which is really embarrassing. The alchemical terminology that Lin Yue discussed with Pratt left Cho Chang Zhang and Marietta, who were sitting nearby, completely confused. As third graders, they haven't been exposed to alchemy yet, so they couldn't understand anything. By the time Lin Yue finally finished explaining how to improve alchemical products to Pratt, both of them felt overwhelmed.
"Lin Yue... you're really pushing yourself, aren't you? You even know alchemy!" Marietta looked at Lin Yue with a bitter expression, unable to imagine where this child found the time to learn so much.
"The books on alchemy in the library cover a wide range of topics, so I came across them," Lin Yue replied.
Lin Yue turned to look into Marietta's eyes and spoke in a detached tone, her face still wearing a calm expression.
"As a student, I should at least learn four to five years' worth of knowledge in advance to ensure that I can handle this year's exam paper."
Both Cho Chang Zhang and Marietta felt a sharp twitch in their brows simultaneously.
They were also students at Hogwarts; how could they not know that there was such a thing as preparing for the Hogwarts exams?
Before the two could recover from their confusion and shock, Lin Yue had already stood up, wiped her mouth, and left the Great Hall.
Lunch was over, and she should go to the classroom for her next lesson to study and wait for class to begin.
Sitting in the Potions classroom, Lin Yue focused intently on the Potions book in her hands, reading and rereading it repeatedly.
Even memorizing every letter in the book did not make her stop.
She had never received excellent grades in Potions class, so she must be particularly untalented in this subject.
Even though she had achieved excellent results in the previous year's final exam, that was just an isolated incident.
It was very likely that she had simply gotten lucky that time, after all, in most cases, she had not been able to achieve excellence.
This proved that she was a complete fool in Potions, a slow learner; she should put in more effort and dedication.
Throughout the entire afternoon until the first class, Lin Yue's eyes never left the Potions book.
It wasn't until all the little wizards entered the Potions classroom and Professor Snape announced the start of class that Lin Yue finally put down her Potions book.
After mentioning a few points to pay attention to, Professor Snape did not say anything else and directly wrote the steps for making the potion of the lesson on the blackboard.
"Now you may begin making it."
Professor Snape's cold and stern gaze swept across the entire classroom, causing many young wizards to shiver involuntarily as he passed by. Hannah, who was sitting next to Lin Yue in the same group, couldn't help but shrink her neck and hide a bit behind Lin Yue.
The potion-making class officially began, and Lin Yue and Hannah, who had already collaborated for a whole year last year, had developed a strong rapport. Their division of labour was also very clear, with each person taking half of the key steps to ensure that both could learn how to make the potion.
During the process, Professor Snape walked around the classroom, and many young wizards made mistakes out of fear. However, Lin Yue remained incredibly calm, her face still expressionless as always. Even Hannah beside her was calmed down by her demeanour.
Before the class was over, the two naturally completed the potion of perfect quality at the fastest speed and handed it to Professor Snape for inspection. "Please check the potion that Hannah and I made, Professor Snape."
Lin Yue spoke in a flat tone while handing the potion in her hand to Professor Snape.
Professor Snape took the potion and glanced down at it. "The quality is acceptable, Miss Lin Yue."
"But I noticed that Miss Hannah had some minor issues with her technique while handling the materials."
At this point, he paused, glanced at Hannah, and then spoke slowly.
"The knife for cutting Mugwort should be at a forty-five-degree angle. Why didn't you tilt it enough?"
"And why didn't you remind her?" Professor Snape's gaze slowly shifted to Lin Yue.
"You think it doesn't matter as long as it doesn't affect the potion's production? Foolish, Miss Lin Yue. Miss Hannah, your potion can only receive an E. You may leave."
Lin Yue politely nodded at Professor Snape, "Okay, Professor Snape, thank you for your guidance. We will pay attention in the future."
After saying this, Lin Yue turned around and returned to her seat to pack her bag, then left the Potions classroom with her backpack.
Hannah followed closely behind her, biting her lip and sincerely apologizing. "I'm sorry, Lin Yue, it's me who dragged you down again."
Lin Yue stopped in her tracks, turned back to look at Hannah, and shook her head. "No, the textbook didn't mention anything about cutting at a forty-five-degree angle."
"But cutting it this way can indeed help the mugwort work most effectively. I should have thought of it in advance and reminded you. This is my fault."
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After saying this, Lin Yue paused for a few seconds before continuing, "I'm looking forward to continuing our collaboration in the next class, Hannah."
Although she felt nothing in her heart, Lin Yue thought to herself that it was polite to say this.
After speaking, Lin Yue turned around and walked towards the hall. She should hurry to have dinner and then go to the library to study.
Not even being able to remind Hannah showed that she still wasn't putting in enough effort in her studies. She wasn't smart to begin with; she was a foolish child and needed to work harder. As she quickly walked into the hall and sat down at the Ravenclaw long table, Lin Yue scolded herself in her mind using a programmed language while eating dinner.
Lin Yue politely nodded at Professor Snape, "Okay, Professor Snape, thank you for your guidance. We will pay attention in the future."
After saying this, Lin Yue turned around and returned to her seat to pack her bag, then left the Potions classroom with her backpack.
Hannah followed closely behind her, biting her lip and sincerely apologizing. "I'm sorry, Lin Yue, it's me who dragged you down again."
Lin Yue stopped in her tracks, turned back to look at Hannah, and shook her head. "No, the textbook didn't mention anything about cutting at a forty-five-degree angle."
"But cutting it this way can indeed help the mugwort work most effectively. I should have thought of it in advance and reminded you. This is my fault."
After saying this, Lin Yue paused for a few seconds before continuing, "I'm looking forward to continuing our collaboration in the next class, Hannah."
Although she felt nothing in her heart, Lin Yue thought to herself that it was polite to say this.
After speaking, Lin Yue turned around and walked towards the hall. She should hurry to have dinner and then go to the library to study.
Not even being able to remind Hannah showed that she still wasn't putting in enough effort in her studies. She wasn't smart to begin with; she was a foolish child and needed to work harder. As she quickly walked into the hall and sat down at the Ravenclaw long table, Lin Yue scolded herself in her mind using a programmed language while eating dinner.
Even though dinner time was restored to normal by Lin Yue, it didn't take much time; she finished eating in just ten minutes.
After getting up and leaving the great hall, Lin Yue headed straight to the library.
Upon arriving at the library, Lin Yue took out a few books in order and sat down in her "fixed seat" to start reading rapidly.
After about ten minutes, Hermione also walked into the library and purposefully sat down next to Lin Yue.
Once seated, she didn't disturb Lin Yue's studying and took out her own homework to complete it seriously.
Since Hermione didn't call out to Lin Yue, Lin Yue naturally didn't notice that she was sitting next to her.
She continued to focus on the book in her hands until more than an hour had passed. Hermione put down her quill and closed her eyes tightly for a moment, feeling a bit sore.
Looking at Lin Yue, who was still engrossed in her reading, Hermione sighed and gently poked her arm.
"Lin Yue, take a break and rest your eyes."
Hearing Hermione call her full name, Lin Yue finally reacted, nodded, closed her book, and turned to look at Hermione.
With her hands on Lin Yue's temples, Hermione spoke softly, "Close your eyes."
Slowly closing her eyes, Lin Yue felt Hermione gently massaging her temples. Her eyes indeed felt a bit more relaxed.
Lin Yue opened her eyes again, and Harry and Ron were already sitting across from her.
She had just seen Hermione "busy" and didn't say anything, but now that Hermione was done, Lin Yue also opened her eyes.
The two of them spoke with faces full of frustration, "This detention is really driving me crazy."
Harry gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "That narcissistic idiot Lockhart made me write him a reply. He spent the whole night bragging about how much his fans love him and how famous he is."
"Like a noisy toad!" Ron said with a long face, "I’m not doing any better... Filch made me polish trophies and I can't use magic. I'm about to drop dead."
Hermione pressed her lips together as she looked at Harry and Ron. "I'm sorry, if it weren't for my situation, you wouldn't be in detention."
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing, Hermione," Harry shook his head. "And it's just detention; compared to what you've done to help us, it's nothing."
"That's right," Ron also perked up and nodded. "It's just detention. But if you really feel bad about it, could you let me copy your Potions homework this week?"
Upon hearing this, the look of guilt on Hermione's face instantly vanished, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Feel bad? I feel fine, Ron Weasley. You can forget about copying my homework."
"Helping you and Harry check your homework is one thing, but copying? Not a chance."
"Oh, fine." Ron shrugged, not really expecting Hermione to agree; he was just trying his luck.
"It's about time; we should head back to the dormitory," Hermione said as she raised her hand to check the time, then looked at Lin Yue beside her. "Lin Yue, you should head back to the dormitory too, right?"
Lin Yue glanced at the watch on her left wrist and nodded, "Hmm."
She quickly stood up and packed her things, and the four of them left the library together.
Not far from the library, they ran into Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor House.
Nick saw that Harry and the others were in good spirits, and he floated over to them, sincerely saying, "Mr. Potter, my deathday is coming up soon, and I’m planning to hold a deathday party on that day. I hope to invite you to attend."
"Oh, what?" Harry was taken aback for a moment, looking at Nick with some surprise.
This was the first time he had heard of a ghost throwing a deathday party for him. Was their own death still something worth celebrating for them?
However, out of politeness, Harry quickly changed his expression and smiled as he replied, "I mean, I would be very happy to go. When is it?"
"Oh, I'm so glad you can come," Nick's mood instantly lifted, "It's on Halloween night, a little while from now."
"Uh... okay, I will go," Harry nodded with a smile.
After watching Nick leave, Harry hesitated for a moment before turning to ask Hermione and Ron, and he also glanced at Lin Yue.
"Are you guys going?"
Hermione was the first to nod, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, "Of course, I've never seen what a ghost's deathday party is like."
"Sure, let's go take a look," Ron agreed, nodding as well.
Lin Yue mechanically turned to look at Hermione, quickly retrieving information about ghost deathday parties in her mind, and spoke in a formal tone.
"Ghost deathday parties usually only invite other ghosts, so the atmosphere will be quite cold."
"Ghosts cannot eat food and have no sense of taste; they can only pass through food. Therefore, the food at a deathday party is usually highly decayed and has a strong odor, so that ghosts can sense it as they pass through."
"So if we go, we need to bring enough clothes and food."
Lin Yue paused for a moment and continued to add in a flat tone, "Do you need me to bring these when I go with you?"
Yes, she had already assumed in her mind that she would be going too.
Hermione and the others were left speechless upon hearing Lin Yue's introduction of the memorial dinner.
Harry opened his mouth in a daze, "Well... I don't really want to go right now."
"No way, Harry," Hermione turned to look at him, "You promised, so you have to go."
Harry rubbed his somewhat stiff face with his hand, "I know, I was just saying. I will go."
Hermione nodded in satisfaction and then turned to Lin Yue, gently reaching out to touch Lin Yue's cheek with a hint of affection.
It was soft and smooth, and super elastic; the sensation on her hand made Hermione's smile widen even more.
"Lin Yue, you really shouldn't go. You need to eat well, and you also said the deathday dinner is going to be very cold. You might catch a cold if you go."
Lin Yue blinked and slowly nodded, deciding that she would just go back to the dormitory to study.
"Then Hermione, Ron, you two shouldn't go either. You didn't agree to go with Nick just now," Harry suggested to his two close friends after hesitating for a moment.
It's cold, and there's nothing to eat, so it's better to go alone.
"It's fine," Hermione waved her hand dismissively when it was her turn, "Just wear more clothes and bring some food. There's no way we would let you go alone."
"Yeah," Ron joked, nudging Harry with his elbow, "We're going with you."
"Alright." Harry couldn't help but laugh and nodded.
When they reached the point where they had to part ways, Hermione leaned in and rubbed her cheek against Lin Yue's, and sure enough... it was a delightful feeling.
Hermione contentedly squinted her eyes and whispered to Lin Yue, "Good night, sweet dreams."
Even though Hermione brushed her cheek against Lin Yue's, Lin Yue felt nothing.
With a completely indifferent expression and a flat tone, she replied, "I don't dream, good night, Hermione."
Hermione sighed helplessly, released Lin Yue, and tapped her on the nose, "Go back."
Lin Yue nodded and turned to walk towards the Ravenclaw tower. It wasn't until her figure disappeared that Hermione turned to walk with Harry and Ron towards the Gryffindor tower.