From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Calvin took out a ferret from his sleeve and struggled in Calvin's hand.

He pressed the ferret on the table, took out a dagger from his sleeve, turned to Neville and said: "What's going to happen next will be a little bloody, so be prepared."

After saying that, he stabbed the ferret seven or eight times in a row. Blood spattered from the wounds, and one of them flew right in front of Neville.

Neville covered his eyes and took two steps back.Draco was very calm, but he still frowned when blood splattered on his shoes.

Calvin threw the injured ferret in front of Draco: "Heal it."

The ferret was covered in blood, twisting and wailing constantly. It could be said that he was not far from death.

Draco squatted down, and instead of rushing to release the healing spell, he directly checked the ferret's wound.Although this process is a kind of torture for the ferret, it shows the qualities of a therapist.

"Not bad." Calvin thought to himself.

Quickly, Draco figured out the location and number of wounds, pulled out his wand and began to treat them.Start with small wounds, use the Clear Spring Charm to clean the wound, and then use the Healing Charm to heal it.Soon the small wounds were taken care of, leaving only the last, deepest wound.

Draco frowned. There were traces of poisoning on the wound, so he had to look up at Calvin.

Calvin understood and took out a tray with eight or nine different herbs on it.Draco's herbology wasn't particularly good, so he was in trouble for a while.

"We should take the first horsetail plant on the left, the sixth sagena leaf and the last staghorn fungus." Neville said suddenly.

"I, I'm talking nonsense." Neville noticed that both Calvin and Draco turned to look at him in surprise, and waved his hands hurriedly.Calvin's eyes were deep and he didn't know what he meant, while Draco showed deep distrust.

However, Draco finally believed Neville. He grabbed horsetail, sezina leaves and staghorn mushrooms and stuffed them into his mouth. He chewed them into pieces and then spit them out and applied them to the ferret's wounds.Soon the purple color around the wound began to fade, and Draco used a healing spell to heal the final wound.

After Draco finished all this, he stood up from the ground. However, he almost lost his balance due to excessive consumption of magic power. Fortunately, Amor pushed a chair over in time and placed it behind Draco.

Draco's already pale face was even more devoid of color, and he was dressed roughly and said, "Professor, I, I did it."

Calvin picked up the ferret from the ground and made sure that it was indeed regaining its vitality. Then he stuffed it back into his sleeve, then cleaned up the blood stains on the office and the three people, and then slowly said:

"Barely qualified. Without Neville's help, Draco would have failed. But he is already qualified to be my student."

Draco had a smug smile on his face.

"I will write to inform you when to come to my place to receive my personal guidance. I will develop a special course for you based on your talents. And all you need to pay is to come to my place every week to help me take care of magical animals."

Draco nodded excitedly: "Professor, I will never let you down."

Calvin looked at him with blood-red eyes: "Don't forget the honor of the Malfoy family, or your honor."

Draco nodded solemnly, turned to Neville and whispered thank you, and then left the office.

Neville lowered his head and finished the hot cocoa, and whispered to Calvin: "Professor, I'm leaving too. Thank you for the hot cocoa."

"Mr. Longbottom," Calvin called him, "do you want to receive my personal guidance?"

Neville lowered his head and tightened his grip on his clothes: "Professor, I may not have the talent you mentioned. Others say I am a squib."

"That's ridiculous," Calvin said with a smile, "Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't make such a mistake, and neither would the Sorting Hat.

I'm sure you have talents that others don't have.For example, herbs. The poison that was poisoned by the ferret just now was not an ordinary poison. You helped Malfoy get rid of it in one go. "

Neville nodded dully: "Professor Sprout did praise me, but sometimes I'm not as good as Hermione."

"Talent also needs to grow, Neville." Calvin didn't care about this, "Tell me about the squib. Can't you cast magic?"

Neville nodded, then shook his head: "It was Crabbe and Goyle. Once they bullied me and used me to practice curses. I hit them with my fists, and Goyle even had a nosebleed. From then on, they called me a squib." , will not use magic to fight back, and will only wave their fists like Muggles.

Then they practiced more magic on me, but every time I forgot to use magic, and even once picked up Filch's broom and hit Crabbe on the head, and I was pulled into solitary confinement by Filch. "

Neville looked very frustrated: "I doubt myself a bit. Why can't I use magic every time I get nervous?"

Calvin nodded after listening: "Give me your hand."

Neville stretched out his right hand towards Calvin, but Calvin squeezed it so hard that he almost screamed.

Calvin felt that the magic power in Neville was indeed a little quieter than that of other little wizards, but it was not that he could not perform magic.It seems that we have to wait until we fully understand the secret of magic before we can help him.

"Show me your wand."

Neville also followed Draco's example and handed Calvin his wand.

Oak, unicorn tail hair, eleven inches, but looks very old, not like new.

"This shouldn't be your wand." Calvin returned the wand to Neville.

"This is my father's." Neville lowered his head and said, "He is crazy and has been in the hospital because of the Cruciatus Curse."

"Oh, that's it." Calvin realized something, "I suggest you change a wand. Wands with unicorn tail hair cores are particularly loyal, and your father needs him more than you do."

"Professor," Neville suddenly raised his head and looked at Calvin and said loudly, "My father was tortured crazy by the Cruciatus Curse..."

"Calm down, Neville." Calvin tried his best to comfort Neville, "Maybe one day he will wake up."

Neville let out a long sigh and secretly wiped away his tears.

"Having said that, I don't think it is shameful to punch a bully, and Muggles are not as bad as you think. The founder of your college, Godric Gryffindor, is a man with a wand and a sword. warrior."

"Anyway, I'm more optimistic about your talent, Neville. Are you willing to accept my private tutoring in your spare time?" Calvin extended an invitation to Neville Longbottom.

"Me, me." Neville was flattered and a little at a loss for a moment.

"Take it easy, Neville."

"I thought, I thought you would invite Hermione or Harry first..." Neville stuttered a little.

"Everyone has their own strengths, but I saw yours first." Calvin ruffled Neville's hair.

Neville raised his head and looked directly at Calvin, his eyes blazing: "Teachme."