The Psychic Wizard of Hogwarts

The sun slowly set from the mountains in the distance. On a clear night, stars were embedded in the sky outside the castle. People and horses in the Forbidden Forest were running under the stars as usual.

As for Dral, he was holding the herbal medicine textbook "A Thousand Magic Herbs and Mushrooms" in his arms, walking steadily along the spiral staircase to Professor Snape's office.

In the evening, after recovering some energy in the dormitory, Delal wandered to the library alone to look for books that interested him. Where he was looking at past school course materials, he found a book full of notes called "A Thousand Kinds of Magic". Herbs and Mushrooms" is different from the textbook I bought at Flourish Blossom Bookstore for 2 galleons.

The book describes a lot of content that is not part of the Hogwarts teaching curriculum, such as the elven tears that can make people hallucinate, and the Black Lake murloc brain nerves that can be equipped with strengthening potions. After reading it, Dral felt that He was very interested in it, and then checked it out of the library before heading to Professor Snape's office for an appointment.

Delal held the book in his arms along the way, occasionally flipping through it when no one was around, and just like that he walked slowly and leisurely to the professor's office.

At the end of the stairs, a half-opened wooden door appeared in front of Delal's eyes. The sound of boiling potion in the room reached his ears from the inside out. He gently closed the book in his hand and came to the door.

"Professor, I came here at your request. Do you think it's convenient for me to come in now?"

There was a messy sound coming from the door. After waiting quietly for a while, Professor Snape's reserved and slow voice came from the door.

"Come in, Mr. Suitland."

Holding the book in his left hand, he stretched out his right hand to gently push open the wooden door. A sour creaking sound slowly sounded as the wooden door opened. Snape turned his back to Dral's black robe and hung to the ground, unable to see clearly the professor's hand. With his movements, you can only feel what is busy in his hands.

Entering the room, Delal stood quietly not far away, looking around at the furnishings in the room.Bottles of various sizes were arranged in three rows at the top, middle and bottom on the wooden shelves surrounding the room. Various potion materials were neatly arranged in categories.On the table in the middle, the crucible was slowly emitting heat and drifting upwards, past the professor at the workbench, and facing the professor's direction was a desk that looked a little messy.

The books that were opened randomly were spread out on the table. Delal clasped the books in his hands and hung them quietly in front of him, watching the professor's busy figure with his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Dral saw Snape slowly pouring the powder from the bottle in his hand into the crucible, stretching out his wand to drive the flame to heat the crucible, and finally waving the wand to extinguish the flame.

Professor Snape stored the brewed potion in a potion bottle on the side according to the ordered dosage. When the potion was filled, Professor Snape took the potion in his hand and turned around to look at Dral, who had been standing for a long time. .

Quietly, looking into the boy's eyes, he gently touched his chin with one hand and half-raised the medicine bottle with the other hand.

"Oh, Dral Sutherland, I have a simple question to ask you." Snape suddenly opened his mouth and said softly.

"Yesterday, after returning to the lounge, did nothing special happen?" Looking at the professor in front of him, Delal bent slightly and gave him a salute, and replied softly.

"Professor, this is just a simple consultation between students." Delal responded to the dead silence and numbness in the professor's eyes with firm eyes.

Snape stared at him, and Dral nodded slightly.

"Okay, Mr. Suitland." He slowly approached Dral, took out the potion he had just put in from his arms, and shook the bottle. The potion was extremely psychedelic under the light.

"I miss Mr. Sutherland."

"You can call me Dral, Professor." Snape stopped what he was about to say, raised the potion in his hand and glanced at Dral coldly.

"Dral, I hope this is the first time."

"For the last time, I don't want to be interrupted while I'm speaking."

Sensing the displeasure in Snape's tone, Dral apologized. "It was my own mistake to interrupt you, I'm extremely sorry."

Snape seemed to feel Dral's sincere apology and continued to speak.

"Just like I said in class, what I can teach you can be glory, money, or powerful abilities."

Snape pointed to the bottle in his hand, "You can imagine how precious this small batch of potions is to those who need it."

"It can bring you not only money and glory, but also wisdom."

He clenched his hand, held the bottle tightly in his hand, waved his robe and looked at Dral. "Listen to this beautiful sound."

Stopping his words, Snape frowned slightly and spoke slowly with his chin raised. "What are you holding in your hands, Dral."

Dral slightly raised the book in his hand and motioned to Snape. "A book on herbal medicine is a senior textbook. Professor "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms", I accidentally discovered it in the library. It is different from ordinary textbooks and has many recorded notes, so I am here to come to you. Before that, I borrowed him from the library."

"Oh, I think Mr. Suitland must have previewed the advanced knowledge." He leaned over and said to Delal.

"Of course, Professor, I just studied a little more."

"Superfluous move, isn't it Suitland."

Delal replied with a smile on his face, "Of course not, Professor."

"Since you have already studied, I think I have a job here that is very suitable for you." As he said this, he turned his back to Delal, swung his robe and walked to the desk.

Dral followed Snape to the table, watched the professor sit down on the chair, and waited quietly for the professor's next words.

Snape stretched out his right hand, supported his head, and looked up at Dral.

"I've been busy with a lot of things recently, and there are still a lot of materials I need to process to teach you."

"After class, if you have time, come over and help me with it. Of course, it's not all free voluntary labor."

"In addition to getting some extracurricular teachings from me, you can occasionally get some small potions, like the ones I just brewed."

"Now, I think you can go back and rest. I hope you can show up here earlier than this time tomorrow." After saying that, he waved to Dral, then lowered his head and picked up the pen to write.

Hearing Snape's words, Dral bowed and took two steps back, turned around and left the underground office. Before leaving, Dral glanced at the professor with his peripheral vision and slowly stretched out his wand and pointed at it. Book image.

"Touch" As the wooden door closed, Delal turned around and walked upstairs along the spiral staircase in front of him. Looking at the deep passage, Delal thought of Professor Snape's words just now, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. , the arrogant old bat.

"Of course you will still be so arrogant when the boy with the same eyes as the one you love comes along."

Holding the book in one hand, the other hand gently brushed the wall.

When Delal returned to the lounge, what he saw was not the deserted atmosphere of the past, but the little snakes gathered together in twos and threes to communicate enthusiastically, and Duck's active figure was so eye-catching.

Dak, who was sitting with a group of freshmen listening to something in the distance, saw Delal coming down the stairs. He gently patted the girl sitting next to him, put down the cup in his hand, stood up and walked towards Dell. Lal came towards him.

"Oh, Delal, you are back." He asked Delal with a smile.

"Well, I'm back."

"What did the professor say? Good or bad."

Delal looked at Dak and smiled softly, "Good things are good things to me, but they may not be good things to you."

Hearing this, Dak curled his lips and said, "Then don't tell me."

"We are hosting a salon, are you interested in joining?"

Feeling his regret during the day and his current expectation for his answer, Delal answered with a smile.

"Of course, my friend, you can take part before the break."

Dak happily pulled Dral and walked towards the crowd. He came to Dak in front of the sofa and introduced Dral to the people around him. Dral sat down and smiled and said hello to the students around him. .

Outside the window of the lounge opposite, a dark shadow passed by.

Delal looked at Dak who was chatting beside him with a smile, shook his head with a smile, and watched everything in front of him quietly until the crowd dispersed and returned to the room.

Duck, who returned to the room with Delal, was still talking about how good the girl he just sat with was, "Alina Delal, she is really interesting. I think I can get along with her." Extremely happy.”

Delal put down the book in his hand, picked up Chris who was walking towards him, turned around and said to Dark.

"you like her?"

"No, I didn't." Dak, who didn't know what he was imagining in his mind, suddenly said loudly to Dral, with a blush on his originally pale skin.

Waving his hands, looking at the shy Duck, Delal chuckled, gently touched Chris in his arms, and said in a teasing tone, "I believe you," as he walked toward the window.

"Ang, uh, um, yes, no." Dak looked at Dral, who had his back turned to him, and touched his head naively, and said towards Dral's back.

"Then I'll wash up first." He hurriedly fled the room and rushed to the bathroom.Hearing the sound behind him, Delal turned his head and chuckled and glanced at Duck who ran in a hurry.

She turned around and continued to look at the underwater world outside the window, quietly as if she was waiting for something. Kris in her arms coquettishly called out to Delal.

Is "Meow" waiting for the big octopus?

"Hmm" for a moment, feeling the softness of Wylicles' hair, until a big head appeared in sight in the distance.Paul swayed his fleshy wrist and slowly approached Delal.

When Paul came to the window, Delal's eyes glowed with a faint golden light, sensing the message Paul wanted to tell him, and a picture slowly emerged in his mind.

The dilapidated stone hall, with incomplete shadows and dilapidated statues, and groups of ferocious-looking fish-men wandering in the stone hall, there is a dark abyss in front of the stone hall.

"Oh, a ruin"

Thinking of this, Delal slightly raised his head and looked at Paul floating in front of the window. Just as he was about to say something, the sound of the door opening behind him told him that Duck had returned. He turned around to face Duck who walked in from outside the room. .

"Huh? What are you doing?" Dak looked at Delal standing by the window with doubt in his eyes.

"No, it's nothing. It's time for us to wash up, Chris."

After saying that, Dral carried Chrissy and walked towards the room. Hearing Dral's answer, Dak shrugged indifferently, but in the corner of the window behind Dral where no one was paying attention, a fleshy wrist slowly Slowly slipped through the corner of the window and finally disappeared into the quiet water.

The night is as usual, and I finally fall asleep.