The Psychic Wizard of Hogwarts

"Dong dong dong" Delal stretched out his right hand and knocked lightly on the wooden door in front of him. He stood at the door and waited quietly for a while. When no one responded, his fingers rubbing the book suddenly stopped, thinking of Professor Snape's class during the day. Temporary entrustment.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the wooden door with a little force. "Creak~" A dry sound came from the wooden door. Delal slowly walked into the professor's office holding the book in his hand. He turned his eyes and found that the professor was not in the office.

"It's just like what the professor said. I'm probably the only one tonight. Even if the professor comes back, it will be very late." Thinking of this, Delal put the book in his hand on the work table beside him. .

Facing the work table piled with materials, he frowned helplessly, shook his head and picked up the rubber gloves placed aside.

"Pah" put on his gloves, and then tried to loosen them, then looked at the numerous bats on the table and the ferocious-looking Billywig next to them.

"Well, just looking at it makes me feel a little numb." Ignoring the blue Billywig beside him, he picked up the equipment in his hand and began to dismantle each bat.

"The spleen can be used to make swelling potions, and the heart can be used to make calming water. Well~ there are also auxiliary materials for eyes and night vision potions. Although I don't know why an eye that is not used to observe darkness can be used to make night vision. Potion." As he spoke, he kept raising the knife in his hand and cutting up and down.

"I almost forgot that there are wings. They are much more expensive than spleens and the like." The sound of "click" reminded me of two wings of about [-] centimeters falling off.

"Classify, separate." Not long after, a bat was broken down by Delal and placed in a frame and a glass jar prepared by the professor.

Time passed slowly as Delal was busy at work, and the piles of bats on the table slowly disappeared under his unhurried but extremely fast processing. When the last bat in his hand was disassembled and stored, Delal came out. He slowly stretched out the gloves in his hands and looked up at the clock in the corner.

"It's so late." He turned back to look at Billy Wig on the table next to him, and his brows that were originally relaxed due to busyness gradually wrinkled again. "There are still so many bugs, I feel like I can't finish them tonight."

My hands were covered in sweat because I had just taken off my gloves.This made Delal feel uncomfortable, and he was gently wiping his hands with a tissue.

Staring at Billywig, Dral was lost in thought.

"Insects are much more difficult to handle than bats. You have to pay more attention, extract their body fluids, and avoid damaging their wings and stings. If you don't pay attention, the material will be scrapped."

"Hey~" Delal was a little worried when he suddenly heard steady footsteps coming from outside the door. Delal was a little surprised.

"Bang" The wooden door of the office was opened with a strong force. Professor Snape strode into the room from outside the room like a huge bat wearing his long-skinned black clothes. He turned his head and glanced at Dral, and also He appeared behind his desk in a few steps without saying a word, sat down slowly, and looked at the jars and jars neatly placed on the table~

"Dral, you did a good job. Originally, these things I left were your workload for the entire rest day. I didn't expect you to be able to complete so much."

"Of course" he looked at the trash can at the corner of the table and raised his lifeless eyes to look at Delal. "If there wasn't that bucket of garbage, I would be in a better mood." Delal could only shrug helplessly at the professor's emotion.

"But I see that you haven't completed the decomposition of the Billywig bug. Don't you know how to start?" He retracted his gaze and picked up the quill on the side. He leaned down and wrote something briskly on the notebook with the tip of the pen.

Hearing the professor's question, Dral was about to answer when Professor Snape's low voice came. "I saw you reading "Detailed Explanation of the Basics of Potion Materials" earlier?"

"Yes, Professor." Dral regained his composure, which was slightly disrupted by Snape.

"Have you finished reading?"

"I've finished reading Professor." Seeing that Snape didn't look up at him, Dral immediately tidied up the mess on the table.Hear Dral's reply.

Snape suddenly stopped writing in his hand and raised his head to look at the boy who was lowering his head to clear the table.He lowered his head and took another look at what he had just written. Seeing that there was nothing to add, he slowly stood up and walked behind the boy.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Dral stopped what he was doing, stood up and faced Snape, who was walking towards him, and spoke softly.

"professor"

Snape was wrapped in his robe and looked down at Dral, and a calm voice came.

"Now that I've read it, I think, Dral, you should already have knowledge about the Billywig bug, right?"

"Of course, Professor."

"So you know how to do it." Snape's eyes were menacing.

"I know some professors." Like before, Delal answered his question in a neither humble nor condescending manner.Snape looked at Dral quietly for a long time.

"Clean the table and put a new cauldron on it." After saying that, he returned to the desk and sat down. After receiving Snape's order, Dral secretly shrugged his shoulders and cleared the things on the table first. Then he took out a clean crucible from under the wooden cabinet on the side and placed it on the table, and then prepared other equipment.

"Before we go on to the next thing, I think this can be used as your reward for these two weeks." A piece of closed letter was handed to Delal, who had just packed up and turned around.

Looking at Professor Snape with doubtful eyes, a gentle voice slowly floated out from his dull face again.

"I heard that you have been looking for a pass to the Restricted Book Zone." After hearing Snape's words, Dral's eyes slowly glowed.

"Mrs. Irma Pince has often thought of you as a unique little wizard in the past two days. She said that we in Slytherin have a unique little snake who is addicted to reading books. Of course he loves books. This behavior made Madam very happy, so she communicated with me about her desire to go to the restricted book area.”

Looking at the boy's shining eyes, Snape had an extremely small smile on his stiff face, which made Dral look at him in surprise for a moment when he accidentally caught a glimpse of it.

"Professor, are you smiling?"

His face returned to its original state, and he spoke loudly to Dral with a hint of scolding in his words.

"Mr. Sutherland, I think you're overdoing it, aren't you?"

Dral heard Snape's slightly scolding words and bowed slightly to him. "Sorry, Professor, that's my problem."

"Humph" swung his robe and walked forward. When he saw Snape approaching, Dral stepped aside to make way for him.

"Every Saturday afternoon you have two hours to go to the restricted book area to find some knowledge you need to learn. I hope you cherish this short time and I hope you can maintain your current state of mind."

"Now, watch the movements in my hands and listen to what I say." Snape ignored Dral's eyes and began to wander around the room, picking the materials he needed from cabinets and jars, and occasionally Take out some materials and smell them gently.

Looking at Snape walking around, Delal thought of the professor's instructions just now, looked at the figure walking in front of him with a smile, and then lowered his head to look at the letter in his hand. The professor's unique personality was revealed between the lines. The charming, beautiful words are outlined on the yellowed letter paper.

"What a good man, Professor Snape." Thinking of this, the boy was brought back to reality by the professor's calm voice.

"What are you laughing at, Dral."

"No, nothing." Looking at Snape who looked suspicious, the boy replied happily.

"Hopefully, there's nothing." He returned to the table again and looked at the items on the table carefully.

"The preparations are good, very complete." As he said, he placed the materials he had just collected on the table one by one, took out the wand and pointed lightly at the crucible in front of him, and a cluster of flames burned under the crucible.

"Clear water like a spring Aguamenti" A stream of clear water flowed from the tip of the staff into the crucible. After everything was done, Snape turned sideways and said to Dral who was standing beside him.

"Next, I'm going to teach you a new potion. It's not an extracurricular content in Hogwarts' teaching curriculum." His black eyes fixed on Delal.

"I don't think I'll ask you if you're willing to do it. As long as it's new to you, you can accept it."

"So, I'm only going to do it once. This is our first extracurricular content. I don't want you to dampen my enthusiasm." After saying that, he took out his wand and took out the carving knife, picked up a gray-black stone and gently scratched its surface.

"Its name is, "Blinding Potion."