HP: Supreme Potion Collector [Original Female Protagonist]

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For the past few Sunday afternoons, Orli had been arriving punctually at the dungeons to process mountains of Flobberworms.

The upper-year students had raised too many of these worms in their Care of Magical Creatures classes, and at the end of each term, their fate was to end up in the Potions professor's hands, contributing both their slime and lives.

After completing all her tasks, Snape would typically allow her to try brewing some basic potions in his office, occasionally offering a word or two of guidance when he was in a decent mood.

He never questioned what happened to these potions afterward—when Orli first asked if she could take the potions she made, he only gave a cold warning:

Snape: "You'd better not let me find these potions where they shouldn't be. Otherwise, don't let me see you again."

These potions certainly never circulated, as they were all secretly given to the system, converting into Galleons and contribution points.

So currently, Orli's feelings about this after-school job could be summarized as "painful yet pleasant":

Although she had to face heavy potion processing tasks weekly, Snape's cold face, and his occasional venomous remarks, thanks to his sporadic guidance, her system tasks had finally progressed beyond Hogwarts third-year level and reached the fourth-year threshold.

Moreover, being able to brew potions in the Potions office every Sunday meant her system contribution points and pocket Galleons were steadily increasing.

Overall, Orli was quite satisfied with this job. But other Gryffindors clearly didn't share her view.

Every Sunday night when Orli entered the common room, she was met with sympathetic looks, as if she'd been visiting some serpent's lair rather than doing work-study.

Harry had mentioned more than once that he could lend her money so she wouldn't have to help in the Potions classroom anymore.

However, this weekend, their attention was finally drawn to something else. A notice had been posted on the common room bulletin board, stating:

Thursday at 3:30 PM, Gryffindor first-years would have flying lessons with Slytherin on the lawn near the Forbidden Forest.

Almost all the boys became excited. Whether in corridors, at dining tables, or in the common room, they were all talking about their childhood flying expertise.

Malfoy kept bragging about how he'd narrowly escaped a Muggle helicopter while on his broomstick. Even Ron repeatedly described how he'd nearly crashed into a hang glider using Charlie's old broom. Harry, though never having ridden a broom, was equally eager.

Only Hermione and Neville were as nervous as Orli. Neville lacked confidence in everything, while Hermione kept reciting everything from "Quidditch Through the Ages," as if high marks in broomstick riding could be achieved through memorization.

Thursday afternoon arrived quickly, and as everyone stood beside their brooms, Orli felt her limbs becoming unresponsive: she had severe acrophobia, the kind where even standing on a wooden ladder would make her short of breath.

Everyone followed Madam Hooch's instructions, shouting "UP!" at their brooms.

But only a few brooms, including Harry's, were obedient. Hermione's broom just rolled over on the ground, while Orli's and Neville's didn't move at all, as if they'd seen through their riders' fears.

Things quickly spiraled out of control after they mounted their brooms. Neville's broom shot up frantically, like a cork bursting from a bottle, straight into the sky. Then, he terrifyingly slipped off the broom, breaking his wrist in the fall.

Orli's face grew even paler. She could almost envision her neck snapping like Neville's wrist. Fortunately, Madam Hooch quickly took Neville to the hospital wing, which meant at least for this lesson, Orli wouldn't have to worry about leaving the ground.

She stood watching Harry Potter and Malfoy's "aerial performance" until Harry caught Neville's Remembrall and was led away by Professor McGonagall.

Orli: "Perhaps we can return to the castle now?"

Orli picked up her crooked, shabby broom, idly wondering about dinner plans.

But Merlin seemed to be deliberately opposing Orli, as the flying lesson wasn't going to end so simply.