Hogwarts: Reborn as Harry Potter Chapter 37 37

"So, wait, let's go over this again," I massaged my temples tiredly, not entirely understanding what one of my best friends in this life wanted from this ti. "Your parents, and your mother in particular, want to et with and... talk about hiring as your tutor?"

"You caught the very essence," the blonde nodded to with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest. "I recently told them about your successes in magic and my desire to join your training sessions. Mother beca very interested in this, and even if the reply letter shows that father doesn't particularly approve of my venture, but... My mother knows how to be persuasive when she really needs sothing. I wouldn't be lying if I said that she is the one in charge in our family."

"Looking at you and Astoria—I willingly believe it," I stretched my lips into a mocking grin, however, imdiately calming down and returning to a serious conversational manner. "It's just that... did you really tell your parents about my reluctance to train you for free? And after that they decided to officially hire as your tutor?"

"Do you find this strange?" the pretty Slytherin finally deciphered the reasons for my surprise, looking at with a slightly strange look.

"Not that it's strange, but... I didn't expect this. I thought that if you really got fired up with the idea... of taking additional lessons from , then in exchange you would offer sothing similar. Help with Potions, agree to write all those annoying DADA essays instead of , or sothing similar. Even ask for lessons on credit, promising to do so favor in return in the future," I sighed heavily, honestly conveying my thoughts on this matter to the girl.

"Well, I thought about it, but... I already help you with Potions, receiving help with Transfiguration and Charms in return. Here I am already sowhat in your debt. Writing essays instead of you is not the worst idea, but I hardly can take much upon myself here, and the option with favors... To be honest, everything I can help you with even in theory, without involving my parents, is too cheap for to seriously count on paying you off for your help with training," the young witch answered my questions easily, albeit a little self-critically, surprisingly clearly making it understood how seriously she took the opportunity to fully train in my company.

"I... understand you," and after a second of thought, I still had to admit that there was a certain logic in my friend's words. Looking at it soberly and ignoring our friendship—Daphne really had nothing to offer in exchange for even minimal ntoring on my part. In terms of knowledge and skills in magic, I had already pulled too far ahead of my year.

Moreover, this is not about so abstract study of the school curriculum several years in advance. Sothing similar, of course, also happens, simply due to a certain linearity in the study of that sa Transfiguration. In this regard, the school curriculum is very simple and ordered—it goes from simple to complex. But... even casting aside the far less linear Charms or DADA, I always primarily tried to grow in breadth.

If it was transfiguration from wood to tals—then into the most diverse tals, of the most diverse shapes, multiplied by playing with volu and mass... and then also working on the speed of the transformations being carried out. So, even if right now practically everyone in class could already make so kind of copper figure out of a wooden block, I could do it faster.

And my figure would be more detailed and elaborated. And the transfiguration itself would be more durable and resistant to form disruption. At the sa ti, I would spend many tis less power and energy on such a trick than Draco could have spent, who is actually also quite the straight-A student... There's no need to even ntion the fact that from a wooden block I can make not only a copper, but also a steel, bronze, aluminum, and even silver figure with an intricate pattern of oxidized silver.

This is simply a different, deeper level of mastering the exact sa material... Which at first glance seems to be sothing not particularly useful, but in reality, true mastery is manifested precisely in such nuances and the very ability of a mage to create completely different things with the exact sa magical formula.

McGonagall, who is terribly jealous of Flitwick because I ended up in his house, wouldn't let lie! This old, prim witch, even if she tried not to show it, had long since written down as one of her favorites, sparsely and inexpressively, but regularly and invariably suggesting what else I should work on to improve my own skills and overall understanding of her subject.

But sohow I got distracted from the main issue... Damn ntal magic with its ability to accelerate my own thoughts breeds rather bad habits in . And I'm still not cool and skilled enough to seriously speed up my consciousness, which is why the silence between Daphne and was already starting to drag on.

"It's just, you know, speaking about my possibility of being your tutor... I'm not sure that involving your parents and so real paynt in our friendly affairs is a good idea. More accurately, I simply find it quite strange," gathering my courage and thoughts, I still managed to describe a little more specifically the reasons for my doubts about this whole venture with her training.

"Is that so? And what if, say, Draco offered you sothing similar?" Daphne Greengrass, nodding thoughtfully to the beat of my words, asked a rather unexpected and simply strange question for .

"Hm? If Draco asked to do extra tutoring with him for money?" I drawled sowhat thoughtfully, as if visualizing such a situation. "You know, actually yes... I would easily agree to that. The thought of taking money from that little shit for so reason doesn't cause any rejection in ... Although if it ca to an agreent with his parents, I would rather try to get so not entirely publicly available knowledge in return for my help. I just happen to have accumulated a few questions on topics about which there is deplorably little information in the school library. Well, or I simply don't know exactly where to look for what I need."

"Is that how it is?.. Well, that's pleasing," the petite blonde smiled at sothing of her own, at this mont as if by magic suddenly becoming sohow particularly charming and even cute. "But it's better not to clutter your head with unnecessary nonsense anyway. Believe , the situation where more or less wealthy parents hire tutors for their children from among the more educated students is almost commonplace. Especially in Slytherin."

"I know. I've bought myself extra lessons from the sixth years more than once myself," I nodded easily, perfectly understanding what Daphne was getting at. "It's just hard for to rember anyone at all who worked part-ti as a tutor in their second year of Hogwarts. And I still don't want to take money from friends who have already helped out more than once."

"Hmph! How complicated you are... You don't want to teach just like that, you don't want to for money either... Maybe these are all just excuses and you don't want to spend ti with at all? Luna and Ginny trailing after you like a tail are much sweeter to you in this regard, aren't they?" making an offended face, one insufferable blonde snorted right in my face... nevertheless, overacting too much for to really believe her offense.

"Luna and Ginny hardly distract from training, whereas you demand practically full-fledged teaching from ... And I don't really want to spend my ti on this. You know yourself, I have a very tight schedule and... there are hardly many things in the world that are worth more than the opportunity to beco even a slightly better mage than I am right now," for so reason wanting to be as frank as possible on this issue, I looked straight at my manipulator-friend.

"That... I can understand that," surprisingly easily casting aside her image of insulted and offended innocence, Daphne nodded thoughtfully. "Even if it's not a very popular opinion right now, but... knowing you, I can almost certainly say that you are not lying... and by this you only embarrass more."

"Yeah, that's how bad, selfish, and generally... what a Potter I am," I calmly tried to turn it all into a joke, knowing perfectly well what kind of reputation about is currently going around the school... I wouldn't be lying if I said how one of the Gryffindors called the main nerd of Hogwarts. And this talker was soone from either the fourth or the fifth year, which is kind of telling.

"That's right, you are the truest Potter there is," the young snake exhaled relaxed and with a smile on her lips, looking at with a slight cunning in her eyes. "Only I am still a Greengrass too... And therefore, you will still have to et with my parents. They already promised to ask your Head of House to let you go, so... You will show them your magical skills and the fullness of your knowledge. You will describe the training plan in more detail, and afterwards, I am sure, they will approve of you as my ntor."

"Is that so? You an my opinion on this matter doesn't bother you at all?" I frowned slightly, looking at the sly and almost joyful smile of my friend...

"Well, you still haven't given a firm 'no', have you?" Daphne almost purred. "And you still don't want to refuse , so... the question only remains in the price."

"Pfft, just don't turn into Draco. I already said that I don't want to devalue our relationship to a handful of pitiful Galleons," I frowned even harder, looking at the girl with almost undisguised displeasure. It was as if she hadn't listened to at all for the whole previous conversation!

"Oh, believe , Harry, I have already understood and appreciated that... No, really, I am very pleased to know that I am much more important to you than money, Draco, or the rest of our friends," this... completely insufferable girl smiled sweetly at , seemingly having already managed to misinterpret my words more than ever. "Only my parents, if you impress them, can pay you with by no ans just Galleons. It is quite customary for purebloods to use magical knowledge or connections in the wider world as an excellent alternative to money. Although in recent decades this has begun to go out of fashion, but that doesn't really bother you, does it?"

"...No, I've always been too far from fashion for it to bother in the slightest," I sighed heavily, once again that day massaging the bridge of my nose with effort and looking at Daphne with so bewildernt. "Just don't think that I'm still enticed by this idea."

"Don't worry, I know that if you had your way, you would spend days on end doing nothing but your training... an obsessed magic maniac," the blonde snorted mockingly, unobtrusively taking by the elbow and heading towards the exit of the empty classroom where we had been conversing away from prying ears until now. "But don't ss up in front of my parents anyway... Even if I know the level of your skills, but... believe , this is really important to ."

"Don't worry, I have no desire to disgrace myself in front of Mrs. Greengrass... Just help exactly determine what exactly they will want to see from as a demonstration. Well, at least approximately," I smiled softly at the pretty Slytherin, satisfied with how this whole conversation had co to its conclusion.

If Daphne's family helps solve or at least grope for a way to solve the mysteries left behind by Crushio—and letters don't reach that bastard, and he himself never appeared once last sumr—long before my admission to Hogwarts... Well, more thorough lessons with one snake will definitely be worth it.