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As a required course, Herbology at Hogwarts is held three times a week.
This means that Professor Sprout has to teach a large number of classes almost every day.
This made Vison curious about how Professor Sprout manages her schedule because, based on the number of sessions, it seemed like she hardly had time to rest.
"Ah, right," Professor Sprout suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Vison. "About Harry Potter..."
Hearing Harry's name, Vison immediately tensed up, like a parent hearing their child's name called at a parent-teacher meeting.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice tight. "Did Harry do something in your class? Cause trouble?"
"Oh, don't be nervous, Professor Weasley," Sprout waved a hand, looking relaxed. "Actually, Harry's doing very well in class—maybe a little too well."
"Too well?"
"Yes."
Sprout nodded, tidying up the equipment in the greenhouse as she spoke. "I bet you must have taught him yourself. He handles Plant Poison like an expert already."
"Really?" Vison's eyes narrowed, a proud smile forming on his lips. "Anything else?"
Naturally, Vison was happy to hear someone praising his student.
But then Sprout adjusted her hat with a slightly wry expression and added, "He also complained that my Plant Poison didn't grow well."
"..."
Vison suddenly remembered his own Plant Poison had a "gigantic" trait.
Compared to that, ordinary Plant Poison really did look a little unimpressive.
Still, Sprout's Plant Poison was already among the best on the market.
"Actually, Harry was clumsy at first. He just... practiced a lot," Vison shook his head, recalling the past. "He would often help me take care of herbs—including Plant Poison."
Sprout raised her eyebrows in surprise. So that was the reason. She had thought Harry was naturally gifted.
Now that she knew Vison had taught him, it all made sense.
But a flicker of disappointment crossed her face at the realization.
"Okay, I should get going," Vison stood up. "I have to prepare for the third-year class this afternoon."
"I wish you a smooth first class, Professor Weasley," Sprout said with a smile, patting her dirt-covered hands.
"Thank you."
Vison nodded, straightened his cuffs, and left the greenhouse.
...
His first class in the afternoon was third-year Care of Magical Creatures—also his first time teaching this subject.
Almost every third-year student had chosen it.
Vison wasn't surprised; Care of Magical Creatures was known to be one of the easier courses, and the final exam wasn't particularly difficult.
Most students picked it because it involved outdoor activities, letting them stretch their legs and escape from the tedious essays and tests of other classes.
In the past, Professor Kettleburn had brought in all kinds of magical creatures for students to interact with—some rare and even dangerous ones.
But as long as they followed instructions, they wouldn't get hurt.
Thinking about this, Vison decided to bring the Thunderbird for his first lesson—a rare and powerful creature.
Even in its youth, the Thunderbird could summon storms and lightning, making it an impressive sight.
...
When Vison returned to his office, he didn't see the Thunderbird. He guessed it must be at the plantation.
The bird preferred the tree struck by lightning over staying cooped up in his small office.
Vison waved his wand, opening the suitcase in the corner.
He whistled softly beside it.
A moment later, the Thunderbird poked its head out, its eyes flashing warily.
But when it recognized Vison, it shook its feathers and the wariness vanished.
"Come out, little guy."
Vison smiled, holding out his hand. The Thunderbird hesitated, then lightly hopped onto the table, its claws gently grasping his sleeve.
It rubbed against his wrist affectionately.
Though still a juvenile, the Thunderbird was nearly as tall as a first-year student, looking rather majestic already.
After many feedings, it had grown familiar with Vison.
"Name, name..."
Vison tapped the table with his fingers, deep in thought.
Honestly, he wasn't good at naming things. His past attempts at naming pets... well, best not to think about them.
But after a while, he made up his mind.
"Okay, then..."
He murmured, raised his wand solemnly, and waved it.
The air shimmered, and a golden light flew from his wand, slowly forming a word.
"Laiyi!"
Vison declared loudly, revealing the name he had chosen.
The moment the word left his mouth, the Thunderbird's feathers fluffed up, and it lifted its head sharply, locking eyes with him.
It let out a crisp chirp.
At that moment, Vison felt something new—a connection forming between him and the bird.
It was a strange but wonderful sensation.
"This is..."
Vison turned to the Tree of Wisdom to analyze what had just happened.
[Name: Laiyi]
[Species: Thunderbird]
[Status: Contracted (Eldrein Vissen)]
...
A contract?
Vison blinked in surprise.
Had merely giving it a name triggered a contract?
And what did this contract actually do?
As he pondered, Laiyi spread its wings and soared around the office, chirping joyfully.
It accidentally knocked over a kettle on the table, but quickly returned to Vison's side.
"I see."
Before naming it, Vison could only guess Laiyi's mood through its behavior and sounds.
But now, he could clearly feel its excitement and happiness.
"Looks like you approve of this name."
Vison watched the Thunderbird hop around the office, a smile spreading on his face.
The joy was contagious.
"Alright," he said, looking down at it. "I'll take you out for a stroll this afternoon."
...
The second class in the afternoon was Care of Magical Creatures.
The lesson was to be held on the lawn near Black Lake.
When Vison arrived, the students were already gathered, chattering excitedly.
It was their first time attending this class as third-years.
In the distance, one of the Weasley twins spotted him and immediately called out, "Professor, what are we learning today?"
Vison watched as the students all turned to look at him with curiosity.
He smiled slightly.
"You'll find out when class starts. Today's lesson is... a little special."
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