At 1:30 PM, Karl Olin really couldn't hold on any longer.
Although Professor Flitwick's description was vivid, interesting, and full of useful information, Karl Olin had a Herbology Class at two o'clock.
That was a class taught by the current head of Hufflepuff, Professor Pomona Sprout.
Forget about having the courage of a bear and a leopard, even if he had eaten Godzilla's whip, Karl Olin wouldn't dare to skip his own Dean's class.
So he weakly raised a hand, "Professor, I need to go to Herbology Class."
"Ah? Is it that fast? Time really flies by silently!"
Professor Flitwick stopped with great reluctance; he hadn't had such a joyful conversation in a long time.
After all, other Professors had heard his competition experiences too many times.
"Alright, Karl Olin, we'll stop here for today. You're welcome to come find me anytime if you have questions."
"Perhaps you should become a Ravenclaw; of course, Hufflepuff is also good."
"What I mean is, as long as you maintain your passion for learning, you will definitely achieve something great."
Karl Olin stood up and bowed to Professor Flitwick, "Thank you, Professor. I will remember your teachings. See you next class."
Leaving the Charms Class classroom, Karl Olin didn't dare to waste a moment, running back to the common room via the infuriating magic stairs.
He swapped 'Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1' and 'Magical Theory' for 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi'.
Learning his lesson, he also brought 'Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Protection' with him.
Just as Karl Olin was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that Herbology Class was with Gryffindor.
So he thought for a moment, then took out a few copies of 'the lion, the witch and the wardrobe' that the publisher had given him from his trunk.
Better safe than sorry; it could both promote and save his life.
...
With sparks and lightning all the way, Karl Olin finally arrived at the greenhouses behind the Castle just before class.
"Why is it always so last minute?"
Professor Pomona Sprout is a gentle lady; her build is similar to Mrs. Molly Weasley, and she always has a kind smile on her face.
Karl Olin listened attentively while enduring the gnashing glares of the Gryffindor Young Wizards.
When it was time to group up and plant dittany, Katie Bell and Cormac McLaggen immediately came over.
"Karl Olin! You big liar!"
The little girl looked furious, as if she wanted to pounce on him and take a bite.
"Exactly! You made me lose face!"
Cormac stared angrily at Karl Olin. How had he not noticed before that this earnest-looking fellow could also make up stories!
"No choice, looks are natural. You need to be confident. If you're really afraid of losing face, you can stay further away from me."
"Pfft—hahaha... cough cough!"
Not only did Katie Bell lose her composure, but Shabi and Stebbins, who were about to come over to help, also burst out laughing.
"You! You! You..."
Realizing what happened, Cormac wanted nothing more than to punch Karl Olin's handsome face a couple of times.
"Hey~ Mr. McLaggen, don't get excited. First, tell me exactly what happened."
Seeing Cormac busy taking deep breaths, Karl Olin shifted his gaze to Katie Bell.
"It's all because of that evil dragon Smaug story you made up! Cormac thought it was something to be proud of that none of us got eaten this time, so he publicly asked the prefect how many people had been eaten in previous years, and then we first-years got ridiculed."
Karl Olin sympathetically patted Cormac's shoulder. This kid was really too naive; couldn't he have asked privately?
"I'm sorry, brother. No one wanted this to happen. Actually... both of you put down what's in your hands!"
Shabi and Stebbins ignored the shovels that had inexplicably appeared in their hands, staring at Karl Olin with gritted teeth.
"You made up Smaug? There's no evil dragon in the Sorting Hat at all?"
"Calm down! I'm your dear roommate!"
"Not anymore!"
"What about our brotherhood?"
"Bad memory! Forgot!"
Karl Olin sighed, "Actually, you're not the only ones who were tricked; all the first-year new students were. Does that make you feel any better?"
Although he didn't get an answer, Karl Olin knew that it made things worse.
Because their Dean had gone out to get fertilizer, the other Young Wizards from Hufflepuff and Gryffindorgathered around with unpleasant expressions.
"Cough! No more pretending, I'll come clean. Actually, I'm a best-selling author."
"Because you are my dear classmates, I made an exception to share this story with you first."
"Aren't you very touched?"
The Young Wizards said in unison: "What do you think?!"
Cormac scoffed, "You, a best-selling author? Who would believe that? We won't fall for it again!"
Karl Olin held up a copy of 'the lion, the witch and the wardrobe' in each hand, showing them to everyone.
"Look, everyone, take a look! A fantasy novel endorsed by Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall!"
The Young Wizards: (⊙o⊙)
No way? Are you serious?
Although they wanted to punch Karl Olin more than read a novel, he said that Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall both endorsed it!
Katie Bell took a book and flipped through it. The author's name was indeed Karl Olin.
"You didn't specially prepare props, did you?"
"I swear on my honor!"
The Young Wizards: (¬_¬)
Do you even have that?
"Alright, if you don't believe me, you can go and verify it with Professor McGonagall."
Seeing the Young Wizards' attention shift to the novel, Karl Olin quickly intensified his efforts.
"I feel very guilty for hurting everyone, so when the Smaug story is published, I will personally give a copy to every first-year student to express my apology to you!"
"I believe that you, being kind and generous, will forgive me, right? You will, won't you?"
The Young Wizards' emotions calmed down. Although... he said we were kind and generous.
"Everyone can take the books back and pass them around to read. I hope you'll like them."
"If you think it's not bad, remember to help me promote it. Thank you, thank you!"
After Karl Olin's spiel, the Young Wizards felt a bit dizzy:
Actually, it wasn't a serious matter, no need to pursue it further, and...
He can write stories! And he shared them with everyone first! And he apologized! He even wants to give everyone a book!
He's actually quite nice!
Let's help him promote it!
Karl Olin: Plan complete!
Young Wizards are so innocent!
...
After Herbology Class, Karl Olin waved goodbye to the Gryffindor Young Wizards.
He even thoughtfully told them to take the books to the older students and use the duplicating charm to make more copies, otherwise, the circulation would be too slow.
Then the Hufflepuffs went in groups to the fourth floor of the Castle, entered the classroom, and waited for class to begin.
Karl Olin unhesitatingly chose the seat furthest from the podium. No other meaning, mainly for safety.
After all, this was Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, and the Professors were disposable, one per year.
Go ask around the world, which magic academy is so extravagant?
Only Hogwarts!
The current Defense Against the Dark Arts ClassProfessor was an ordinary middle-aged Wizard named Elvis Heller.
Karl Olin knew that this Professor was destined to last only one academic year, or might even be gone midway.
Because next year, Professor Quirinus Quirrell, who was currently teaching Muggle Studies, would be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.
Just as Karl Olin's mind wandered, Professor Hellerwalked into the classroom.
He stood at the podium, his calm gaze sweeping over the Hufflepuffs.
"Class is in session!"