HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

Professor Snape did not look good. There was fatigue on his already sallow face, and even Professor Dumbledore, who was over a hundred years old, stood next to him, looking healthier than the twenty-five-year-old him.

Till and Mgina sat down at the long table, quietly looked at Professor Snape who was rubbing his eyebrows, and pursed his lips worriedly.

She washed up and got ready for bed as soon as she returned to the dormitory last night. Where was Professor Snape? Did you spend another night grading potions homework?

"Severus, didn't you sleep well last night?" Professor McGonagall tapped the empty cup in front of her with her wand, ordered herself a cup of black tea with extra milk and no sugar, and expressed concern for her colleague in a good mood.

Her husband Elkert went to St. Mungo's yesterday for a physical review. The trauma caused by the poisonous tentacles in July has completely recovered, and some old physical ailments have also been cured.

They can live together for many, many more years...

Professor Dumbledore also ordered a cup of black tea for his own cup, but he just took a sip and decisively added several spoonfuls of honey to it.

Well, it feels much more comfortable to drink now.

Professor Snape glanced at Professor McGonagall and put away the plate of toast and mashed potatoes in front of him. It seemed that he had no appetite for breakfast: "I didn't sleep well last night. Our great headmaster knows best." Yes, isn't it?"

Because of Professor Dumbledore's so-called "long-term plan", he had to continuously squeeze his precious time. After teaching that Emory last night, he still had to grade his homework until three in the morning!

Professor Snape's sarcastic words had no effect on Professor Dumbledore. He pushed the grilled bacon and fried eggs towards Professor Snape and persuaded him with a smile: "Don't be like this, you always have to eat for breakfast. You still have two classes in the morning."

Even the most common breakfast - toast and mashed potatoes - Professor Snape had no appetite. The grilled bacon and fried eggs were so shiny that Professor Snape didn't even want to look at them.

Professor Snape just picked up a glass of hot milk and forced himself to take a few sips.

While frowning and drinking, he unconsciously glanced around the entire restaurant, and happened to see a boy standing at the Gryffindor table, carrying a glass of hot milk and walking towards the Ravenclaw table.

The boy with long red hair looks generous and casual, and when he smiles, he also has some coolness that young girls like nowadays.

Professor Snape followed him to the Ravenclaw table, watching him bring the hot milk to the silver-haired girl, watching the girl take it and drink it with a smile on her face.

Professor Snape quietly put down the hot milk that he had taken a few sips of, and ordered another cup of bitter black tea with some disgust. He drank more than half of the cup in one go.

It tastes really bad.

Professor Snape wiped the corners of his mouth and strode out of the table.

"Well, what's wrong with Severus?" Professor Flitwick swallowed a mouthful of sandwich and looked at the black figure who was quickly leaving with confusion.

Professor Dumbledore stroked his beard with a smile and did not answer Professor Flitwick's words. He just cut open the omelette that Professor Snape resisted, took a bite and looked in Tyr's direction.

The old man's wise blue eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

Who knows?

Till didn't know what happened at the professor's desk. She was taking a sip of the so-called "special milk" specially sent by Bill, and recalled it with a half-smile: "Let me guess, it contains pomegranate juice and pumpkin soda." ?”

"More than that." Bill raised a finger and shook it, "Charlie said, you can't guess the third drink."

This cup of special milk was not made by Bill, but was the product of Charlie's whim. I just don’t know why it wasn’t Charlie who sent it over, but Bill.

Teal glanced at Charlie, who was huddled at the Gryffindor table, not daring to look at him, took another sip, and quickly raised his eyebrows and said, "The third type is canyon water."

Till's tone was determined.

Canyon water is a colorless water-like drink. It is said that in the mouths of Muggles, it has the same taste as water, but in the mouths of wizards, it has a sweet taste, but it needs to be tasted carefully.

When Teal tasted it for the first time, he completely ignored the taste of the canyon water. The smell of pomegranate juice and pumpkin soda was too strong, and his mouth was full of sweet and sour taste.

But when she tasted it for the second time, she suddenly remembered that she had complained to Charlie before that the canyon water tasted almost like drinking water.

Charlie had the guts to be sure that she couldn't taste it, but he knew that in her consciousness, the smell of canyon water could be ignored automatically.

but……

Till raised the milk glass towards Charlie who was peeking over there, making a "canyon water" mouth shape, and the red head retracted again.

Please, she just felt that the taste of the canyon water was too bland and not suitable for someone like her who likes sour and sweet tastes. She didn't say that she couldn't drink it.

And others said that the canyon water was sweet and delicious, but in fact she always felt that the canyon water had an earthy smell, similar to the earthy smell that floats in the air after rain.

When I tasted it deliberately, the earthy smell was quite obvious.

Charlie was already invisible to Till, so Till went to see Bill who was snickering on the sidelines: "What did you bet with Charlie? Tell me and let me hear it."

Bill is not someone who has nothing to do and is willing to help his stupid brother deliver things "thousands of miles away". Charlie doesn't think Till can drink the third ingredient, and Till is convinced that Bill must have bet on his ability to drink it.

She just didn't know what the brothers were betting on, and she was quite curious about what could make Bill tick.

Bill sighed innocently, but his tone was obviously smiling: "You know, Charlie likes the Quidditch model set you gave him very much."

Mgina covered her mouth in surprise: "Don't tell me he is willing."

Till's eyes widened in surprise. That Quidditch model was Charlie's only pastime when he couldn't fly. He had been showing off in Gryffindor for a long time, and now he has become an official Quidditch player. My love for models has never diminished.

Charlie is willing to bet it? Teal and Mgina didn't believe it.

Tonks yawned. Being late, she could only hear half of it, but it didn't stop her from expressing her opinion: "You told me that Charlie losing to you with his own brain as a bet is more convincing than using a Quidditch model." force."

These words received strong nods from the two Tiers.

What Bill said just now was purely to tease them. Seeing that the little girls were not fooled, he couldn't help laughing for a while in the condemning gaze of the three people, and then confessed: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

"Charlie told me that if Till guesses it all, he will try to pass every subject in the final exam this school year. If he misses one subject, he will miss the Quidditch model for a week."

Tier clicked his tongue in surprise and asked curiously: "What if I didn't guess it? What are you going to do?"

"Well..." Bill folded his arms and paused for a few seconds. Seeing that Tier's eyes became speechless, he didn't care, "If I lose, I'll give you all the butter buns left in this school year." Charlie.”