Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

Mochir originally thought that when he came to the school infirmary, he would see Jack lying pitifully on the hospital bed, and that there would even be people looking for trouble with him.

But when he came here, he found that his guess was completely wrong.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco and his two followers, six people blocked the door of the infirmary, glaring at their classmates and even some seniors.

The Gryffindor trio and the Slytherin trio obviously still didn't deal with it. They were guarding one side of the door and seemed to be on guard against each other.

"Mrs. Pomfrey has already said that Jack needs to rest. You all should go back. I will help deliver the gifts!" Draco showed the temperament of a noble young master at this time, wearing a dragon scale-like suit. Equipment, holding a wand and staring eagerly at him, he does still have some power.

However, little Malfoy's eyes were red, and he had obviously cried.

Moqil casually glanced at the crowd. For a moment, he felt the malice of the times. Could it be that just a few years apart, there was already a generation gap between himself and these young people?

It has to be said that people of every era have their own way of thinking.

When Mochir was studying at Hogwarts, not long after the Dark Lord fell, the daily news in the Daily Prophet was about a certain wizard who had hurt someone, who was allowed to be arrested according to a certain law, but is still at large. ; Or a certain Death Eater has appeared somewhere, please wizard friends to be vigilant... This type of news is frightening.

Even the bravest Gryffindor, in those days, few people would do anything casually to show off, unless of course there was enough benefit.

Of course, the spirit of violence will never be encouraged or promoted, and protecting yourself is always everyone’s first thought.

But in the eyes of students of this era, people like Jack who sacrifice themselves to save others are heroes, partners worthy of association, and even leaders they can trust...

That's why so many people gathered here.

The six first-year wizards were able to stop the students, but they obviously couldn't stop the professor.

Mochir pushed through the crowd and walked into the infirmary with Harry's reluctant expression.

Jack was already awake. He was sitting on the hospital bed at the moment, holding a crumpled Oxford Dictionary in his arms, looking out the window in a daze. When he heard a noise, he turned his head and looked at Moqil, " Professor Cavendish!" His voice was full of surprise.

But Mochir frowned slightly, "How are you doing, Jack?"

Jack had a smile on his face, "I'm doing fine, Professor."

"I heard you didn't have a good time in Slytherin."

"Yes, Professor, that was true at first, but I have solved those troubles."

Looking at the innocent smile on the young man's face, Mochier actually felt a contradictory sense of separation, as if Jack, the child, had split into two people at some point in time.

He locked up his innocence and left others with a shell that he wanted others to see.

This is good!

Unless it was absolutely necessary, Dumbledore usually did not like to take the initiative to use Legilimency on others, which made him unaware when the darkness in the mysterious man's heart sprouted.

But Moqil is different from Dumbledore. Born Legilimens has been listening to the inner voices of people around him uncontrollably since infancy. For Moqil, using Legilimens is like eating and drinking. He won't feel any burden for such ordinary things.

Mochir also saw in Jack's memory the troubles he said he had solved. He relied on the first spell he learned in the Charms class - the Levitation Charm, and some strategies to get rid of the people who came to trouble him. They all suffered a big loss.

Last night's duel between Draco and Harry, Jack was a mercenary worth fifty gold galleons.

Jack has learned to hide his inner thoughts and show the side he wants to show in front of others. This is the most important step in growth. Many people, even in their sixties, still cannot do this.

"Professor, grandma should want to see my excellence, right?" Jack lowered his head and looked at the dictionary in his arms, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mochir rubbed his head and said gently: "You don't need to be too good. Your grandma may want you to be a kind person like her."

The young man raised his head, and for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly.

This is a little wizard who was abandoned shortly after he was born and lost his grandmother at the age of eleven. After coming to Hogwarts, he was bullied by his classmates and solved the difficulties by himself. You cannot use normal thinking to look at his inner age. .

"Am I a kind person?" Jack shook his head noncommittally, "I let the tea cup in the common room smash Gregory Goyle's head, and I let the out-of-control Quaffle hit him hard. On the belly of Blaise Chabini..."

Moqier listened quietly to the boy's story and remained silent.

"Do you still think I'm a kind person?" Jack lowered his head again.

Reaching out to hold up the boy's head, Mochier looked at the other man's eyes seriously, "Yes, Jack, you are a kind person. I know that the teacup flew out of Gower's hand at the beginning, right? It came with your head, and I also know that Shabini deliberately released the Quaffle at you. If it were me, I would do the same thing, let them go back to where they came from, and retaliate in kind!"

Moqil's tone was very cold. At this moment, Jack's eyes became a little fanatical when looking at him, but the next moment, Moqil returned to his usual appearance, "But Jack, you should be a kind person, at least You pushed away those people last night, can you tell me why you did that?"

"Professor, I am stronger than them. Grandma told me that I should protect life that is weaker than me. We have taken care of an injured sparrow before."

"Look, your grandma hasn't left, she's right here..." Mochir clicked on Jack's chest, "It's in your heart, and she will always guard your conscience."

Jack is a very smart little wizard. After listening to Mochier's words, he seemed to understand something, "Professor, do you also have someone in your heart who guards your conscience?"

Moqier was slightly stunned. This sentence reminded him of some memories that seemed very long and far away, and he didn't want to think of them.

After a long time, he slowly said: "Yes, Jack, we are all lucky to have met such a person."

Moqil left, and Jack looked at the sky outside the window again. He gradually understood Moqil, as if he were a confidant.

He thought silently in his heart, "The professor has put his mediocrity in front of everyone, so let me show my superiority. A person can't have only one side. We should become one person..."