Professor Sprout stood frozen for a moment, processing Char's words.
Did he really think she was here to steal his job?
She couldn't help but find it both amusing and heartbreaking. The way Char listed his "employment conditions" with such confidence tugged at her heartstrings. What kind of life had this child endured, to value a job at a plantation so dearly?
After a long pause, Professor Sprout gently explained everything to Char—who she was, what had happened to his family, and why she had come.
Now, it was Char's turn to be stunned.
He'd always thought he'd transmigrated into a parallel world.
But only now did he realize:
He was in the world of Harry Potter.
He remembered Professor Sprout from the stories—Head of Hufflepuff House, the Herbology professor. But never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he'd be her nephew!
Seeing Char's astonished face, Professor Sprout's own expression softened with emotion.
"Char, your family was attacked by Death Eaters," she said gently. "The entire house was destroyed. I thought you were lost forever. But yesterday, you had a magical outburst. The Book of Admittance recorded your name—that's how I found you."
Char blinked in surprise.
A magical outburst? Yesterday?
His thoughts raced back to the day before. He'd been experimenting with his Planting System, as usual. Over the years, he'd noticed a pattern: the harder a plant was to cultivate, the better the reward. Some plants even granted special bonuses.
So, in addition to growing ordinary crops like cotton, Char had always been on the lookout for rare and unusual seeds. Just yesterday, he'd discovered that a handful of mysterious seeds he'd planted a year ago had finally sprouted.
[Planted Marguerites x3]
But when he looked at the reward, it was… different.
[Lacks necessary information, unable to read reward content]
Curious, Char harvested the reward from one Marguerite right away. He didn't feel anything unusual—just a soft breeze brushing past. Then, nothing.
Could that breeze have been his magical outburst?
Was the reward for planting Marguerites related to magic itself—something he couldn't yet understand?
Eager for answers, Char led Professor Sprout to a quiet corner of the plantation, where he kept his collection of unusual plants.
"Aunt, you're the Herbology professor at Hogwarts, right? You must know a lot about magical plants. I planted something strange—can you tell me what it is?"
Professor Sprout's heart swelled with joy when she heard Char call her "Aunt." Despite all the hardships, he accepted her as family. The more she looked at him, the prouder she felt:
How handsome! How diligent! He even grew flowers and rare plants as a hobby.
She examined the small cluster of Marguerites that had just broken through the soil, her eyes lighting up in surprise.
"This is a magical flower called Marguerite," she explained. "It's not just beautiful—it can be used to brew a potion that helps young wizards stabilize their magic. It's a rare magical herb, especially difficult to grow in the Muggle world. Char, you managed to cultivate it and keep it alive?"
Her admiration was clear. The Sprout family's talent for Herbology had truly been passed down.
At that moment, as Professor Sprout finished speaking, new information appeared before Char's eyes:
[Marguerite Planting Reward – Very slight increase in magic power (Developing)]
[After the Marguerite matures, the reward will be upgraded to – Slight increase in magic power]
Suddenly, everything made sense.
He was Professor Sprout's nephew, the same age as Harry Potter—so he should have started Hogwarts in the same year. But there was no mention of a Char Sprout in the original story.
Now he understood:
The original Char Sprout must not have had magical talent, so he was never recorded in the Book of Admittance or received a Hogwarts letter. That's why he didn't appear in the books.
But now, thanks to the Marguerite and the reward he'd received, his magical power had awakened. Like the flap of a butterfly's wings, it had changed his fate.
Char Sprout, who should have been lost to the magical world, now had the chance to attend Hogwarts!
Char's heart soared.
He'd always dreamed of receiving a Hogwarts letter, of stepping into that magical world. And with his Planting System, the possibilities were endless—so many magical plants to discover, so many rewards to reap!
Professor Sprout looked at him, her voice gentle and hopeful.
"Char, would you let me take care of you from now on?"
Her eyes shone with love and longing. Char felt warmth blossom in his chest, and he nodded.
"Of course, Aunt."
Professor Sprout beamed, her joy overflowing.
But Char hesitated, then added, "Aunt, I have one request. I wonder if you can grant it?"
Professor Sprout's eyes sparkled with determination. She felt she owed this child everything. No matter what he asked, she would do it. She was, after all, the Head of Hufflepuff House and a renowned Herbology Master—her connections in the magical world were second to none.
"Char, anything you want. Even if you asked for a fire dragon, I'd get the Ministry of Magic to approve it!"
Char blinked, startled. "A fire dragon? What would I do with that?"
A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Aunt, I just want a piece of land to grow my own trees and flowers. And, um, if you could get me some unusual seeds in the future, that would be perfect."
Professor Sprout stared at him in disbelief, then burst out laughing.
A patch of land? Some seeds? For her, that was the easiest thing in the world!
"Of course! You can have as much land as you want, and I'll personally help you cultivate every plant you desire."
Her love for Char was plain to see—she looked at him as if he were her own child.
Suddenly, she remembered something important.
"Oh, I almost forgot!"
She reached into her robes and pulled out a thick envelope, sealed with the crests of the four Hogwarts houses.
"This is your Hogwarts acceptance letter. Normally, an owl would deliver it, but I just couldn't wait.
So, Char… welcome back to the magical world."