Harry put the Biting Kale into a small pocket, which he had previously bought from a mysterious wizard in Diagon Alley.
The small pocket with the Traceless Stretching Spell is now banned from selling.
Suitcases are an exception, new students need to buy them from designated merchants.
He also put the Dragon Skin Gloves in his pocket. If you try to handle the Chinese Biting Kale without gloves, your hands will get bitten badly.
When he goes to Diagon Alley, he should also buy some Biting Kale seeds, Harry thought.
Fortunately, Neville is quite good at growing these, so he can be given the task.
But Biting Kale seeds in Diagon Alley won't be sold to young wizards like him; to buy them, he still has to go to Knockturn Alley next to Diagon Alley.
Harry pocketed the small pouch and tiptoed out of the dormitory.
When he returned to the hall, the twins were clearly getting a bit impatient.
"Oh, you're finally back," Fred said.
"Fred thought you were scared and found an excuse to sneak away," said George.
"Relax, even if you guys escape, I won't run," Harry said. "Gryffindor never lacks courage, right?"
"The courage to make the professor take off his suspicious turban?" The twins exchanged glances and high-fived each other, "Yeah!"
"Listen," Harry sat down in his seat, tapping the table with his fingers, "Here's the plan. The three of us will stake out Quirrell as planned. You two are in charge of throwing snowballs. If Quirrell takes off his turban, that's fine. If not, I'll take responsibility for the next part, got it?"
"Got it, Lion King," the twins said in unison.
"Good." Harry glanced at the clock, "It's seven fifty now, we still have ten minutes to get into position—"
Just then, Hedwig flew in, fluttering gently.
Perhaps because it was too cold, Hedwig was flying a bit listlessly and almost crash-landed into Harry's arms when she reached him.
"Your bird doesn't look so good," Fred said, "I think you should buy some Owl Supplement. After all, it's so cold now."
"You're right," Harry said, reaching to take the letter Hedwig was holding.
"Oh, oh, oh—" George saw the handwriting on the envelope, "Looks like it was written by a girl…"
"Alright, George, respect other's privacy," Fred pulled George aside and said to Harry, "Harry, we'll go scout the area for you first."
"Okay, I'll be right there," Harry replied.
After the two left, Harry opened the letter.
The letter carried a hint of vanilla fragrance as he unfolded it, and it read:
"Mr. Potter:
I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. The Slytherin Class Prefect doesn't just represent honor, but also equivalent responsibility.
Do you have time today? I will be waiting in the empty classroom on the second floor. Please let your owl bring a reply, waiting anytime.
Sincerely,
Jemma Farrell."
Miss Farrell?
Harry folded the letter and tucked it back into the envelope.
What's she up to?
Since the invitation was extended, Harry had no reason to refuse.
I am, after all, a Gryffindor. Why would I fear a Slytherin?
Harry thought, borrowing paper and a pen from a sunny Hufflepuff boy behind him, wrote a reply to Jemma, and sent it back with Hedwig.
"Thank you for the paper and pen." After writing the reply, Harry handed the paper and pen back to the boy: "Hello, I'm Harry Potter."
"Hello, of course, I recognize you," the boy smiled warmly and shook Harry's hand: "Cedric Diggory, you can call me Cedric."
"Sure, Cedric," Harry nodded, pointing outside the hall: "Sorry, the Weasley twins are waiting for me outside."
"I won't hold you up then, Harry," Cedric said with a smile, "Hurry up, don't keep those two waiting."
Harry grabbed a cup from the table, took a big gulp, said goodbye to Cedric, and quickly left.
The Weasley twins were already crouched behind the bushes outside, tightly wrapped in their magic robes, gritting their teeth against the north wind.
"Hey, guys."
Harry greeted them, quickly making his way to the bushes, and immediately noticed the pile of snowball ammunition behind them that looked like a Napoleonic artillery reserve.
"What is this?!"
He asked, his pupils widening with shock. Wasn't the plan to hit Quirrell? You two planned to snowball all the professors in the school, didn't you!
"Snowballs," the twins introduced their latest product to Harry without any guilt, "Look, this is the standard version."
Fred picked up a snowball the size of two fists and crushed it.
"This is the enhanced version." George picked up another snowball, not pressing it but rubbing the snow off the surface with his thumb, revealing an icy ball underneath.
Harry's eyelid twitched, oh my, you two are really something.
All I wanted was to throw a Chinese Biting Kale at Professor Quirrell and you two, what are you trying to do!
"Isn't this a bit too much?" Harry tentatively asked.
"Well," Fred shrugged and said to Harry, "I'd rather have Professor Snape substitute for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Although Gryffindor might lose points, at least we'd learn something valuable."
"Shh!" George grabbed the two of them suddenly, crouching down, "Someone's coming!"
The three of them sneakily poked their heads out of the bushes, seeing Professor Quirrell walking leisurely towards the Hogwarts Great Hall with a book under his arm.
"Ready—" Fred whispered.
When Quirrell walked past them and his back was completely turned, the twins exchanged a glance, picked up the snowballs, and slammed them onto the back of Quirrell's head.
"Who!" Quirrell asked frantically, reaching up to pat the turban on his head.
Even though he kept patting, he showed no sign of taking it off.
The twins were about to take the enhanced snowballs, but Harry stopped them.
"Watch me," he said.
Harry donned his Dragon Skin Gloves, reaching into the pocket with the Traceless Stretching Spell under the initially puzzled, then shocked, and finally awe-struck gazes of the twins, pulling out the pot of Chinese Biting Kale.
The Biting Kale shivered as the cold wind blew, its plump body wiggling twice, even sneezing once.
Harry held the pot of Kale with both hands and ran towards Quirrell.
Just as he was about to reach Quirrell, Harry deliberately slipped on the ground and fell.
The pot holding the kale shattered with a bang, and the Biting Kale bounced on the ground, springing three feet high like a wandless ball.
Then the kale launched itself at Quirrell with lightning speed, biting onto the back of his head where he was adjusting his turban.
"Ah——!!!"
Quirrell let out an earth-shattering scream.
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