I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

It's been a week since school started.

Except for seeing John at the sorting ceremony, the students never saw John again.

The new Professor Howlett is a wizard with a lot of experience, well, he just likes to smoke a bit.

Taking his class, you can see practical operations.

He would take off his coat, use his wand to gesture on the captured magical creatures, and tell the students where to use what magic to make them retreat in pain.

He smiled, giving the students the impression that he would pop his claws from his hands.

Lewis secretly speculated that he was actually a werewolf.

Lewis has made such irresponsible speculation more than once.

Last time, he said that Snape poisoned Professor Xavier and made him sick, and he was still hospitalized in Silver Cross Hospital.

The rumor reached Snape's ears, and his understatement caused Gryffindor to be deducted twenty points.

This made Lewis even more aggrieved, and Stella was also very angry. Forget what Lewis said, why did you deduct mine too.

He didn't know that this was because his good uncles always liked to go against Snape.

And his uncle had no children, so the target became Stella.

Snape was taking Potions class, and the two people were frequently called upon.

Every time you fail to answer, points will be deducted.

Points will be deducted for wrong steps and points will be deducted for rebuttal.

Gryffindor's hourglass of points quickly reduces gems.

After Neville finished Hannah's love lunch and came over to take a look, he almost thought he had eaten unripe mushrooms. Gryffindor was last. Wasn't this a hallucination?

As a result, Snape did not restrain himself at all, and Neville had no choice but to find Professor McGonagall to seek justice.

Professor McGonagall, who had learned the art of deducting points from Snape when he was Dean, knew who did it without even thinking.

She had no choice but to find Snape and gently remind him to restrain himself.

Snape said, I listened.

The group then had to write a seven-inch potions essay.

Everyone is in mourning.

Some people even begin to doubt what the meaning of their lives is.

When John came to school, he saw a group of poor children immersed in writing papers in the auditorium.

There were more than a dozen books stacked in front of Stella, and he looked through them with abandon.

I don’t know what Snape was thinking, but the topic this time was a bit out of line.

After Lewis next to Stella sighed for the thirteenth time, Stella saw John sitting leisurely on the staff seat.

He remembered that John seemed to be very knowledgeable about potions.

After all, I could discuss the pharmacology of wolfsbane potion with a child on the train.

With trepidation, he found John.

"Professor Wick." He asked expectantly, "Do you know the key points about compound potions?"

"Compound potion?" John glanced at it and said casually, "Just be careful not to confuse it with animal hair. That will make you look like a big painted face. Stir it three times clockwise and three times counterclockwise. If you add a little Sleepy beans, Cordyceps sinensis and mountain rose are added to make a Sleeping Beauty potion that makes people sleepy."

"Sleeping Beauty Potion can keep people young while sleeping. The disadvantage is that you have to control the dosage. Adding too much Sleepy Beans may make people unable to sleep."

"The other thing is..."

"That's enough, Professor Wick."

Stella looked scared, covering her head and saying helplessly: "I just want to know about Polyjuice Potion."

The pain of having knowledge drilled into her head indiscriminately frightened Stella.

John looked at this not-so-smart kid with concern, "It's okay, the professor won't dislike you."

His expression seemed to say that he would never give up on you, a piece of rotten wood.

Stella returned to her seat holding her heart that was hit hard.

Lewis asked strangely: “Where have you been?”

After speaking, without waiting for Stella to answer, he quickly said: "Do you know how many times the compound potion needs to be stirred?"

Stella said with blank eyes: "Three times clockwise, three times counterclockwise."

Lewis wrote in, and he said in surprise; "When did you become so good at potions?"

Stella shook her head and said; "I just asked Professor Wick."

"Professor Wick?"

Lewis said belatedly: "That ghost professor who has been missing for a week? No, the ghost professor should be Professor Binns."

This gossip who liked to give people nicknames didn’t stop, and Lewis saw Stella ignoring him.

He rolled his eyes, took his paper and left his seat.

After a while, he came back with an expression that was insulted by knowledge.

Apparently he went to see John.

Stella was a little gloating, "How does it feel to be insulted by knowledge?"

"I feel like I'm a dung beetle in front of him."

Even the cheerful Lewis can be like this, which shows how terrible John's "knowledge-insulting" teaching method is.

Their conversation was heard by the Hufflepuff at the next table, and the ignorant Hufflepuff walked over.

Returning a while later, his companion asked him what was wrong, and he said with dull eyes, "I feel like a flea on a cow's back."

Things like this started to spread like a virus in the auditorium.

After one night, if nothing else, the types of bugs start to open my eyes.

...

school clinic.

Stephens woke up in the hospital bed.

He covered his ears in pain and growled: "Stop talking!"

A steady stream of whispers came towards him, and even if he blocked his ears, he could not stop them.

Stephens, who has studied ancient languages, can vaguely hear the words Bai Lang and Bai Shuang.

"The Supreme Magician."

Stephens was in pain.

Suddenly, the sound disappeared.

It was as if he had been soaked in water and fished out, leaving a large amount of sweat on the hospital bed.

"Having a nightmare?"

The sound rang out, and Stephens suddenly realized that there was still someone here.

He looked over.

John was sitting in a chair, flipping through Transfiguration Today, a Transfiguration magazine.

Many questions and assumptions about deformation can be found here.

For example, someone asked whether a natural Animagus would be born if one turned into an animal and then had sex.

The answer to this is no.

John also saw Professor McGonagall’s article above.

"Who are you?" Stephens looked wary.

John put down the magazine, raised his eyebrows and said, "You can call me Professor Wick, the new advisor."

"You seem to be on guard?"

"Sorry, I..." Stephens covered his head in pain, "There are strange sounds in my head."

"Okay, I don't mind being a listener." John put the magazine back on the table, changed himself into a comfortable sitting position, and asked, "Let's start with what happened to you."

Stephens' mind flashed about what he had seen in the Forbidden Forest.

It was the knight riding the skeleton horse in the dark forest, the sound of wailing and the blood of sacrifice.

The door is made of the blood of living creatures, and there are strange whispers from inside that make people unable to leave.

Stephens accidentally came into contact with the blood that was flowing out, and there was an inexplicable whisper in his mind that lingered in his ears.

The knight spots him, approaching with coldness on his skeletal horse.

Stephens, who was in a panic, lost his way in the Forbidden Forest, and the chasing knight was always wandering.

His strength was low, fatigue and fright made him particularly vulnerable.

Before he fainted, he saw a flash of light.

When he woke up, he was in the school hospital.

Hagrid found him in the Forbidden Forest.

If it weren't for the whisper that sounded again, maybe he would have thought it was a dream.

Recalling that incident also made Stephens tremble.

"And, and also...that voice said something about blood," Stephens said.

"Is the voice still speaking?" John felt that he could translate.

"No more." Stephens shook his head.

Stephens also became strange when he mentioned this matter.

It seems that since communicating with the professor, the voice has disappeared.

John frowned, disappeared?

...