Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

Mochir stood next to a wall, his wand pointed forward.

The man just now, when he knocked over Moqil's wine glass, seemed to have intentionally or unintentionally made Moqil feel a round thing under his robe...

That thing was hot, slippery, and felt like a dragon egg.

Suddenly, he felt a kind of attention, to be precise, a kind of gaze, as if there was a pair of eyes hidden somewhere, staring closely at him, that kind of eyes, vicious, cold-blooded, treacherous...

He subconsciously leaned against the wall and moved a little to the side, leaving his original position, but the feeling of being watched by those eyes was still there.

It's very depressing and makes one's hair tremble.

Moqil was about to use Legilimency to check the surrounding souls when a rustling sound came from the darkness in front of him, as if some huge invertebrate was crawling by.

Following that voice, a figure walked out of the darkness. It was the wizard with a bandage on his head, but Moqil was sure that his soul had never been seen before and he was an unknown person.

"Professor Cavendish. I am a scholar from Romania. I wonder if I have a chance to discuss magic with you."

Mochir frowned, his Legilimency had been activated, but he saw nothing.

He didn't believe that any cat or dog he met on the road was a master of Occlumency.

There are not many ways to block his Legilimency. Moqier thinks that the most likely thing is that the wizard in front of him is not a truly autonomous person.

If it wasn't the Imperius Curse or his own consciousness, then it could only be... He was made into a magic puppet along with his soul.

This thing that Fuso Wizard likes to play the most is called a human puppet.

Moqil's expression softened, but he did not put away his wand, "Sorry, sir, I have to do this, before I confirm that you really won't hurt me."

It was as if he had never felt the vicious look in his eyes just now.

"Of course, you have reason to do this, Professor Cavendish." The wizard smiled and introduced himself, "My name is Drus Fragoso. I also mainly study soul magic, and I also have experience in time and space magic. Some research, I just happened to come to England recently and have something to do. If you don’t mind, we can find a quieter place to sit down and chat.”

You say this is equivalent to a famous brand!

Moqil had probably guessed whose human puppet this guy was. He had never thought that his first conversation with the Dark Lord would be a serious academic discussion.

The two of them returned to the bar. The place was as noisy as ever, and the students were very happy.

They found a relatively quiet place.

Tonks came over with a glass of firewhiskey. She looked a little tipsy and her face was red. She wanted to say something, but after hearing the conversation between Moqil and the unknown wizard in front of her, she looked disgusted. walked away.

How could someone have a party with their subordinates and still discuss academic matters?

Is this reasonable?

It's simply anti-humanity and anti-witches, okay?

If we had a scoring system and set the full score for each branch of magic to five stars, then the second-generation Dark Lord would definitely be able to score five stars for his soul magic. He was able to make Horcruxes when he was a student. The man, just by his ruthlessness towards himself, has already surpassed Mochir.

But is the Dark Lord good at time and space magic?

In this regard, he can only get three stars at most, which is not much better than an ordinary adult wizard.

At least Mochir felt that in terms of time and space magic, Dumbledore beat the Dark Lord.

But this guy actually licked his face and said that he was quite knowledgeable, and intentionally or unintentionally asked Mochier about Zeno's tortoise.

I should do my best to cooperate with you in the performance, just like the guests in an emotional show for anyone to choose...

Moqier acted as a good flatterer, but when the other party wanted to ask about the core of time magic, he always kept silent and directed the topic elsewhere.

This situation continued until Mochier became "extremely drunk."

He shook his head and vomited bitterly: "Fragoso, let me tell you, it is really difficult for me. Look at me alone, I have to feed such a bunch of people, you Look, look, this is all, I don’t dare to slack off for a day, everyone’s research, gold galleons are flowing out of my hands like water every day, I feel sad..."

The wizard must be very upset. Do I want to hear you say this? There is nothing I like to hear.

"There is someone who hasn't come tonight. Her name is Xue Zhang. She is the Witch of the East. She studies magical creatures. You don't know. She has no respect for me at all. I have to let her go and find materials for her every day. Recently she asked me to find a dragon egg for her, where can I find it for her?"

Hey, I actually have this thing.

"Friend, I happen to have a dragon egg here." The wizard said with "surprise". In fact, he got this dragon egg just after hearing about the magical animal and plant materials that Moqil's laboratory needed to cherish. , "I just don't have anywhere to deal with it. You are a formal research institution, maybe you can take it in."

Moqier refused and reluctantly accepted the dragon egg, which was bigger than an ostrich egg.

"Good brother, since you are so kind to me, I will tell you my research on time magic..."

A strange scene occurred in the bar. People around him were dancing noisily and shaking their heads. Professor Cavendish, who was extremely drunk, was actually discussing advanced academics with a wizard in the corner.

Tonks and a few students pretended to pass by them. There were some incomprehensible Arabic arithmetic symbols on them...

You're crazy to deduce mathematical formulas when you're drunk, right?

……

After the banquet, everyone returned to Hogwarts.

In the hidden darkness of the castle corridor, Professor Cavendish, who should have been drunk and unconscious, was laughing.

The man opposite him, officially Professor Moody, was strictly trained not to laugh no matter how funny he was.

"I have already told Dumbledore that you completed the mission very well."

Mochir still couldn't help it, and said with a smile: "You are too bad, aren't you? You also told him that our laboratory needs to protect magical creatures, why are you not the one who is short of gold galleons?"

Moody was a little unhappy with the young man in front of him, and snorted coldly: "You think it's easy for me? I have to consider not only what he has, but also what you need, and whether it's reasonable or not. Jin Gallon, that guy is now alone. nor."

"Can you tell me his identity now?" Moqil's expression also became serious. These conspirators, especially Mr. Principal, have really dirty hearts.

Without hesitation, Moody whispered a name, apparently with permission, "Sylvanus Kettleburn."