Chapter 139: Gabrielle's Competitiveness

After separating from the centaurs, this Defense Against the Dark Arts practical class did not encounter any other changes and ended without any danger.

I don’t know if it was because of the difficulty of the course or because they walked too many mountain roads, but the students looked very tired.

The same was true for Gabrielle. The little girl was so tired that she couldn’t walk halfway, so Rolf had to carry her on his back and walked towards Hogwarts.

The boy’s back was soft and comfortable, making Gabrielle sleepy and dozing off. When she returned to the castle, she had fallen asleep.

But at this time, Furong was still in class. Rolf thought about it, and then carried Gabrielle into the black box and came to a wooden house.

There was a big bed in the house. Rolf put Gabrielle on the bed, gently took off her coat and shoes and socks for her, and covered her with a thin blanket.

After Rolf finished his work and was about to leave the room, Gabrielle suddenly woke up. She sat up on the pillow, the blanket slid to her waist, and murmured:

"Rolf, where is this?"

"You are in my box." Rolf said, "Sleep well, I will wake you up when it's time to eat."

Gabrielle hummed softly and lay back on the soft bed, but she did not sleep. Instead, she murmured sleepily:

"Rolf, can you chat with me for a while? I want to talk to you."

Rolf nodded, sat down beside the bed, and asked: "How was it, were you not scared when you went to the forbidden forest today?"

"No." Gabrielle shook her head and said honestly: "Well, I was still a little scared when I saw the group of centaurs. They were all so fierce."

"Some centaurs are indeed hostile to wizards, but some centaurs are very friendly to us." Rolf smiled.

"I know, just like among wizards, there are good guys and bad guys." Gabrielle blinked her sleepy eyes and asked, "Do you know Bain's ex-fiancée?"

"Yes." Rolf nodded, "Nymeria can tell fortunes, and she has traded many magic items with me in this way."

Of course, he used to ignore Nymeria, but since he knew that the centaur tribe had a wooden coffin, he was ready to increase cooperation with Nymeria!

"So, you lied to Bain?" Gabrielle asked.

"Yes." Rolf nodded and admitted: "Gabrielle, lying is not good, and I don't want to lie.

But when facing such people who are hostile to us, sometimes we can't tell the truth completely, so as to protect ourselves, right?"

"Yes, you are right!" The little girl rolled her eyes, revealing a cunning, and said:

"I accidentally broke the flower pot last time. If I lied to my hostile mother and said that it was my father who did it, I would definitely not be scolded...Rolf, I will do what you say in the future."

"..."

Rolf scratched his hair. He seemed to have led Gabrielle astray. When he was about to explain, he saw the little girl's cunning and cute eyes, and he understood.

Gabrielle understood everything, but she deliberately twisted Rolf's meaning to make him anxious.

Rolf reached out and gently scratched her nose, and taught her a lesson:

"Don't say weird things, your sister will hear it and think I've led you astray."

"No, sister loves you the most!" Gabrielle giggled and asked curiously, "Where is Shirley?"

"She's feeding malt whiskey to Madam Maxim's magic horse."

Gabrielle asked with envy, "Rolf, can I come to your box to take care of those magical creatures like Shirley?"

"You're still young now." Rolf shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it when you grow up."

"I'm not young anymore, not at all!" Gabrielle straightened her chest and said seriously:

"Shirley became your assistant at the age of eleven, and I'm nine now, only two years younger."

"But you don't know anything." Rolf said.

"Who said I don't understand!" Gabrielle glanced out the window, made a cute gesture of leaning over, and whispered: "Rolf, I'll tell you a little secret."

Rolf curiously leaned over, and the little girl sat up, put her whole cheek against the boy's ear, and whispered:

"I have been secretly studying with my sister's old Care of Magical Creatures textbook.

I have finished the third grade knowledge and started the fourth grade study. I will soon catch up with Shirley's progress."

Gabrielle glanced out the window nervously, and when she didn't see Shirley, she continued Remind:

"Only the two of us know this little secret. You must not tell Shirley, otherwise she will definitely study hard and I may not be able to catch up with her."

"I won't tell Shirley." Rove promised, and then wondered: "Is it important to catch up with her progress?"

"Of course it is important!" Gabrielle pouted and snorted: "When I catch up with her, I will be qualified to be your assistant. Shirley wants a salary, but I don't want it. You just need to provide food and accommodation!"

Rove laughed dumbly. A small assistant, can this be rolled up?

The little girl shook Rove's sleeves and smiled coquettishly: "Is it okay?"

Rove thought for a while and said:

"Gabrielle, the course of caring for magical creatures is a practical course that requires contact with magical creatures. Just reading textbooks is at most a paper talk, and it doesn't have much effect."

"Is that so?" Gabrielle was surprised. She thought that just reading books would be enough.

"Yes." Rolf nodded and said, "Also... Although Shirley is in the fourth grade, she is far more than a fourth grader in the field of magical creatures."

"She knows all the magical creatures in my box, knows their preferences, living environment, food, and can treat them and deliver babies..."

Gabrielle opened her mouth slightly, speechless in surprise.

Seeing that the little girl was hit hard and looked very sad, Rolf comforted her:

"It's okay, Shirley didn't know as much as you at your age. When you reach her age, you will definitely know more than her."

Gabrielle sighed with an air of seniority and bit her lip and said, "But when I was fourteen, Shirley had still learned five years more than me."

"Why do you have to compete with Shirley?" Rolf laughed.

"She's your assistant, and she's so pretty!" Gabrielle said, "I want to take her place, so I have to be better than her."

Rolf smiled and rubbed Gabrielle's head. The little girl protested, "Don't touch my head, or you won't grow taller!"

Rolf laughed, "You're already much taller than your peers, how tall do you want to grow?"

Gabrielle stood on the bed, tapped Rolf's head with her chin, and hummed, "Anyway, I have to be taller than Shirley."

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