Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 203 Ancient Wisdom of the East

As March arrives, the weather is getting warmer.

The black lake that had been crossed by people had long since lost all signs of freezing. A gentle breeze blew, and the dark surface of the lake shimmered, like a layer of dazzling diamonds sprinkled on black satin.

The teachers and students of Hogwarts had already changed out of their heavy winter clothes and put on lighter clothing.

Hermione, who had just finished her flying lesson and exercised all afternoon, had a rosy face and a layer of fine sweat on her forehead.

She took off her robe and held it in her hand, revealing the gray sweater she was wearing on top.

The little witch wanted to do what the others did, to take off her sweater and only wear the white shirt underneath.

However, someone once said, "Keep warm in spring and endure the cold in autumn." This sounds a bit strange, but since he said it was ancient Eastern wisdom on "maintaining health," I decided to believe him for the time being.

Moreover, since she was already holding a robe, it would be inconvenient for her to retrieve the sweater she had taken off.

After walking for a while, when she saw the figure of the Eastern boy, the little witch's lips immediately curled up, and she quickened her pace, running towards him.

Upon getting close, because he couldn't brake in time, he stumbled and was about to crash into the guy.

At the critical moment, a hand reached out and pressed down on her forehead, successfully preventing a collision between the two vehicles.

"You're making me feel like my head is a Quake ball..." the little witch pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"It seems my Quidditch training has been very effective; I've reached a point where I can stop anything!" the guy said casually, wiping the fine sweat from the girl's forehead with the hand that was holding her head.

Then, Hermione quickly took out a handkerchief and handed it over, so that her clothes wouldn't be wiped with that hand like a towel—after all, someone had done that before!

—It was truly a memorable experience.

"So, I should be glad you weren't holding a baseball bat, or my head would have been blown off like a stray ball?" Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"How could that be? Even if your head isn't made of dough, it can't withstand a single blow. Where am I supposed to find another Miss Granger who's so smart, well-behaved, and adorable?" someone said seriously.

“Well, you make a good point. I should thank you for your rationality.” The little witch could only shrug.

Hermione felt that she had probably caught his quirks, and she would occasionally have a fit of madness and echo his nonsensical ramblings.

Of course, this is not something to be ashamed of.

He held her hand as they slowly walked toward the auditorium, chatting about their classes and what they had learned that day.

After walking for a while, Hermione found that she no longer felt hot; in fact, when a gentle breeze blew through the corridor, she felt a little chilly.

So she put the wizard's robe back on.

"Hmm, it seems you still remember what I said." The guy looked him over and nodded in satisfaction.

"There's nothing I can do. You've said it so many times. The moment my hand touched this sweater, before I even took it off, your words started echoing in my ears. To avoid tiring you out in my head, I had no choice but to do as you said," the little witch said helplessly.

"You're hallucinating? Is it that serious?" Someone frowned, looking incredulous.

“Yes! Yes!” Hermione nodded seriously, then added, “If you don’t believe me, I’ll test it again!”

After saying this, she reached for her robe, as if to take it off, then suddenly her eyes widened, and she exclaimed in surprise:

"Here it comes! You're talking in my head again. You said, 'If you dare take off this robe, I'll crush your head!' You were so fierce!"

"...You're getting fierce, aren't you? You want me to crush your head?"

An exasperated man reached out and pinched the little witch's cheek hard.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

"If you know what pain is, then stop slandering me!"

"I was just imagining it~"

"Even thinking about it is a sin!"

"Qin, you're too domineering!"

"I'm surnamed Qin now, so what's wrong with me being a little domineering?"

"...Hmph! It's that Emperor Qin's excuse again. You're forcing this connection!"

"Although Qin Shi Huang's surname was not Qin, I'm glad you remembered this figure."

"Isn't his surname Qin? Then what is it?"

"His surname is Ying."

"Oh~Yin."

"It's Ying!"

"I'm talking about Yin, aren't I?"

When it was time for dinner, Hermione was still wondering what was wrong with her pronunciation.

The next day, many first-year students visited Mrs. Pomfrey's place, all of them having caught a cold.

Looking at her classmates in the classroom, who were drinking "cold medicine" and sneezing repeatedly, Hermione shrugged calmly, thinking to herself, "The wisdom of the ancient East is indeed very wise!"

Huh? Did I just repeat something stupid, like Qin did?

Sigh, it's getting more and more contagious.

The little witch thought to herself with a troubled expression, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

……

Besides Hermione following Qin Yu's advice and carefully adding or removing clothing during the chilly spring weather, there was another person who also wrapped themselves up very tightly.

That person was Professor Quirrell.

Not only were his clothes thick, but his headscarf was also heavy, making it look even bigger than before when wrapped around his head.

“I felt so bad for Professor Quirrell. I could smell the musty, sour stench emanating from him as he walked past me. I wonder how long it’s been since he’s had a shower,” George said to Qin Yu.

“Perhaps, ever since he fell into the Black Lake, he has developed hydrophobia and is afraid to touch water. That’s not impossible, is it?” Fred analyzed seriously.

Right now, they are preparing food for the eight-eyed giant spider in Hagrid's hut.

Qin Yu brought Hermione over for a free meal. From the food, he picked out a plump, live chicken—it was clearly a free-range chicken—and planned to stew it later.

Holding the chicken by its wing, he asked casually, "Besides wearing a lot of clothes and smelling bad, have you noticed anything else strange about Professor Quirrell?"

"There are too many!" "You could talk about them all day long."

The Weasley twins looked ready to launch into a long speech.

Qin Yu quickly reached out to stop him: "Make a long story short, just tell me the strangest part."

"What's the strangest thing? Does his stuttering have gotten worse?"

“It’s not just that he’s getting more and more stuttering; I think his whole personality is a bit sluggish, like his dad’s Muggle phonograph, where he speaks and acts in a halting manner.”

The two of them said this.

Old Man Weasley was an avid collector of Muggle items, and it was unclear where he had found this phonograph. It was probably old and worn out, or perhaps the records it used were old, which explained its poor playback quality. Such thoughts crossed Qin Yu's mind.

"So, he's become very similar to how he was after he fell into the water?"

The two brothers found Qin Yu's pointed question somewhat strange, but upon closer examination, they realized it was indeed true and gave an affirmative answer.

"That's right, it's very similar to the time you fell into the water."

“It was even more serious than that time.”

"Could it be that he's still suffering from the aftereffects?"

"His physical condition is indeed not good."

George and Fred started making wild guesses.

However, Qin Yu did not participate in the discussion, but instead inquired about their recent sales of Venom.

"Don't even mention it. The owner of the potions shop sent us twelve roaring letters in a row, accusing us of low productivity and making him miss a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make money."

"He used to be quite polite in his letters, but it seems he's really angry this time. The customer who bought Venom must be really rich."

Qin Yu nodded in agreement after listening to what the two said.

"So, should we continue supplying? Are we really not going to make any money from this?"

"The Eight-Eyed Giant Spider has squeezed out another pint; our inventory has already doubled."

George and Fred looked at Qin Yu with eager expressions.

The latter shook his head decisively and said in a solemn tone, "You have to listen to me. This time we can't sell even a single ounce to the potions shop! As for the reason, I can't tell you yet."

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say."

"Although we don't know what you're up to, we know you're always very shrewd, so you must have your reasons for doing this."

At the crucial moment, the two brothers remained clear-headed and were not blinded by the glittering golden Galleons.

In response, Qin Yu could only say that these two were quite reliable.