The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

After sending away the three worried and skeptical little ones, Sun Zhu decided to go to the library.

After all, Professor Baburin assigned a lot of homework, and runes were not that simple.

Even if you are busy worrying about saving the world, it doesn't mean you can stop studying.

"By the way, did Newt tell you where he went when he suddenly left here?" Sun Zhu glanced at someone who was a few bookshelves away from her. "It should have nothing to do with my business...right?"

"He said he has a Thunderbird that's about to give birth, and he wants to take her to a suitable place." Cedric walked towards her with two books in his arms. "It's said to be a very majestic magical animal."

"There is a Thunderbird Academy in Ilvermorny in the United States. Newt once mentioned that his wife Tina hopes that their grandson Rolf will enter Thunderbird Academy because she herself graduated from there." Sun Zhu whispered while leaning against the bookshelf.

Madam Pince was still some distance away from them, so she was sure that the noise of conversation would not attract her attention.

"But Professor Scamander expects him to come to Hogwarts?"

"That being said, the British wizarding world will not be peaceful in the next few years... It's safer to stay in Ilvermorny." Sun Zhu sighed, "I heard that the characteristics of an animal like Thunderbird are between those of a lion and a badger. This means that those who enter this academy must be both courageous and kind... And such people may easily fall into danger."

"What kind of danger will there be?" He lowered his head and looked at her. "You always mentioned the mysterious man before. It seems that he really hasn't completely disappeared?"

"He will be back soon." Sun Zhu confirmed, "This is one of the reasons why I have been so worried."

"If he comes back...as students of Hogwarts, what can we do?"

Sun Zhu pointed at the book in his hand and said, "Study hard and strengthen yourself. Facing the Dark Lord is not a challenge that ordinary students need to face. But there is still a good chance of killing a few Death Eaters. By the way, what is this book you have?"

"Hmm... 'Exploration of the Muggle World' and 'Collection of Anecdotes about Muggle Wizards in Various Continents'." He waved the covers of the two books in front of her. "I heard that Professor Bubbage's classes are rather boring, so I'll prepare some books to kill time."

"You really don't waste a single second of your study time." Sun Zhu stacked up the introductory rune books he had found, "I feel like the teachers here only welcome smart students. If you don't have enough comprehension, you'll really be left behind. It seems like learning magic well depends a lot on talent. If you don't have talent and just rely on hard work, it seems like it's hard to get ahead."

As for magical talent, pure-blood wizards rely on bloodline inheritance, while Muggle-born wizards can only hope for acquired mutation... No wonder there are so many people advocating pure blood.

But not all the very successful wizards in the magic world are pure-blooded, so even if one is extremely talented, he or she will not have a good ending if he or she does not take the right path.

"Because the course is too difficult, have you started to doubt yourself?" Cedric took her book and stacked it with his. "Of course hard work is useful. Most ordinary people need this to compete with geniuses. But even those who are recognized as extremely talented cannot do without diligent practice."

He used his finger to draw a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead: "Otherwise, Mr. Potter wouldn't have to practice with Weasley and the others now."

"Well...if you don't have a natural talent for flying, no matter how many times you practice, you won't be able to match the ease that Harry was able to demonstrate when he used a broom for the first time."

"Then don't compare yourself with him. There aren't many genius exceptions like Mr. Potter in the whole Hogwarts." He smiled, "It's not just flying. In fact, there are many kinds of talents in this world, such as memory, writing, painting, language, etc. In each field, some people are born with a certain degree of skills. You can always find something you are good at."

"Where did you learn this Muggle chicken soup?" Sun Zhu gently pushed open a glass window in the library and looked outside.

Lower grade students finish classes early, and the days in early fall are long, so there is plenty of time between dinner and curfew.

A few owls still flew across the sky over the castle from time to time. She looked at them and hugged her arms tightly.

"Maybe I've been living a leisurely life recently. It's a blessing to be able to think about these ordinary troubles." Her mood seemed to be soothed by the breeze and sunshine coming in from the window. It might also be that the chicken soup recipe of classmate Seide was very effective. "I just wrote a letter to Newt to mention the Muggle cat. I hope he can deal with the Thunderbird matter quickly and worry about these insignificant things."

Cedric sat on the window sill, leaning sideways and looking outside: "But... either you are worried about the mysterious man, or you are worried about your studies? Zhu, is there nothing in your life that really makes you happy?"

"I……"

Sun Zhu looked at someone who was maintaining a half-sitting position and still at eye level with her, and she didn't know how to answer.

"Because you know a lot about the future - let me guess, so even if you live in the present, you can't help worrying about the future fate of others." He leaned closer, looked directly at his own little figure in her eyes, and whispered: "You know, what Professor Scamander told me before actually has little to do with the dark magic in you."

Sun Zhu stood motionless by the window, only turning his face slightly towards him so that he could hear his private words clearly.

He was right, he was indeed constrained by the "original plot" everywhere.

Even though the professor is kind, the classmates are friendly, and my father cares about me, and I have a lot of things I want to do and aspirations for the future... as soon as I think of the existence of Noseless Old Fu, this joy will be greatly reduced and turned into endless worry and boredom.

"Professor Scamander told me that although you don't seem to be affected by the dark magic, your heart seems to have been corroded by this invisible force." He sighed tiredly, "He said that his wife's sister is a natural Legilimency, graduated from Pukki College in Ilvermorny. Thanks to her, he learned some knowledge similar to Muggle psychology and saw that you are actually a very closed person."

He stretched out a hand and pointed at her heart: "I know there are a lot of secrets hidden here. You don't need to tell me everything, but don't let it always be so heavy, okay?"

Sun Zhu placed her hand on her heart, feeling the clear and strong beating there. She wanted to say something in response to his concern.

At this moment, a wandering ball with great force flew in from the open window and hit the bookshelf with a "bang".

Sun Zhu was still holding his chest stupidly, while Cedric looked out the window and saw a platinum-haired boy riding a broom flying far away.

He frowned and looked down at Sun Zhu, whom he subconsciously pulled into his arms.

The girl changed her sad expression and smiled at him very gently: "Sed, you are right. It is not good to be so pessimistic all the time. Why don't we teach the naughty kid a lesson now and transfer the distress in our hearts to others. The world will become a better place."