Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Under the trembling movements of all the students, Snape's first potions lesson finally came to an end in everyone's trembling hearts. With Snape's figure walking out of the classroom, the Gryffindor students finally couldn't hold on to the pressure. , collapsed to the ground.

Lee Jordan sat on the ground, his arms propped up on the chair behind him, his tongue stretched out long, breathing like a German shepherd panting due to heat.

"Snape scolded me fifteen times in one class, and I almost fainted."

Today we are learning how to prepare a hair erecting potion. Students have to cut off the tail from a living mouse and add it to the crucible with porcupine quills and fairy wings.

When Lee Jordan originally thought that he could get away with holding Eric's thigh, before the practice started, Snape suddenly reorganized the students in the classroom, and the person who partnered with Eric became Snape. A platinum-haired girl from Leitlin.

Eric took a few glances and remembered that wasn't this girl the same girl he was frightened by before the flying lesson yesterday?

Lee Jordan looked longingly at Eric, who was just across the aisle from him. He smelled the odor of the Slytherin boy he was partnering with, resisted the desire to vomit, and began his nightmare first quarter. class.

"Why do we have to do this damn Potions class?"

Jordan, who walked to the fourth floor with his schoolbag in his arms, looked at the students around him and sighed with a broken expression: "Can't you take more other classes? I think History of Magic is pretty good! It's my favorite class so far. "

"Then it seems that my class is not attractive to Mr. Jordan! Why is that?" A lazy voice sounded from in front of them. Several people looked up and saw Malofa, who had changed her hair style. Professor Seamus walked down the stairs with a thick stack of newspapers in his arms, looking at the little wizards coming towards him with a smile.

"No, no, no~" Jordan's black face turned red and he waved his hand to Professor Seamus, and said awkwardly: "No, Professor, I prefer your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I can improve a lot in your class." experience."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Jordan." Professor Seamus smiled slightly, nodded to several people, then glanced at Eric, and continued: "If you don't mind, you can lend me Mr. Foley. For a while? I won't let him miss your lunch. Of course, you Gryffindors no longer have classes in the afternoon, so maybe you will choose to give up lunch and play more."

Only then did Jordan and the others realize that their one-week course was over. They bowed to Sheamus in excitement and ran upstairs quickly. Professor Sheamus looked at their retreating figures with a smile. Then he turned around, motioned for Eric to take the newspaper in his hand, looked at the puzzled little wizard, and said, "Okay, top student, I just met Professor Snape and heard that you were in his class. That's a perfect reply. I have to say, although I don't know anything about potion making, you are really good at knowing so much at your age. Do you want to come to my office for a drink and we can chat."

Eric was about to refuse when he suddenly remembered what happened last night. He nodded to Professor Seamus and followed him to the office on the third floor.

Entering the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office, Eric looked at the interior structure of the office.

It can be seen that Professor Seamus seems to have some obsessive-compulsive disorder. Not only does his hair be neatly styled every day, but the same is true in the office. The desks and bookshelves are neatly placed, and this is placed on the wooden boards of each floor of the bookshelf. A tall glass jar with the same shape contains some shrunken specimens of various magical creatures, just like the specimens in the corner of the Potions classroom just now.

There was an incense burner placed in the corner of the room. Something was burning at the moment. Light white smoke curled up, and the fragrance filled the entire office.

"This is a little souvenir I bought when I went to the ancient Eastern country. It has a calming effect."

Instructing Eric to sit at his desk, Professor Seamus took out a teapot with a smile and asked him: "What would you like to drink? How about trying a delicious drink I drank in the United States?" , that’s a drink I met Muggles buying like crazy.”

A teacup appeared out of thin air in front of Eric. Professor Seamus filled the cup with a cup of brown liquid, which bubbled from time to time.

"Oh, by the way, I remember that Muggles like to chill it when they drink it."

Professor Seamus tapped the tea cup with his wand. The surface of the liquid inside instantly solidified and froze, and then he smashed it with a small fork.

Looking at the frozen bubbles in the broken ice cubes in the cup, Eric couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye. He looked at Professor Seamus across from him, smacking his lips after a sip of drunkenness. He glanced at the ceiling speechlessly. .

Isn't it just a cup of Coke?As for drinking, is it so novel? . .

Of course, the ice-cold Feizhai Happy Water is really good.

Eric finished the drink in the cup and looked at the parchment and newspaper on the table in silence. He was pondering the words in his heart and wondering how to start the conversation with Professor Seamus.

"Mr. Foley, there is no need to be formal."

Professor Seamus was the first to break the silence: "I know you have many questions in your mind, why don't you let me guess what you want to know most right now."

Eric's eyelids subconsciously shrank and he looked at the professor opposite.

"You must be wondering now why Mr. Davis keeps asking you for trouble!"

amount……

Eric was suddenly speechless. The professor's words caught him off guard.To be honest, he really didn't pay attention to someone like Roger Davis. He was confident that he could crush him regardless of strength or reputation, or even financial resources.

"I have noticed this since the first day I taught you. It happens that my memory is not bad, and I quickly remembered a little news about your father back then."

Professor Seamus mysteriously pointed at the newspaper he had just handed to Eric, his eyes narrowed to a slit: "Look, this is the stub of the newspaper I borrowed from the library. You will know after reading it. That’s the answer.”

Glancing suspiciously at the professor in front of him, Eric opened the newspaper he had put down before and glanced at the time on the upper right.

"Year 1972?"

He screamed in surprise and was about to ask in confusion, but he saw the professor pointing at the newspaper and then closed his mouth.

I flipped through the newspaper quickly, my eyes scanning every page of news, January, February... June, July...

and many more?

艾里克皱着眉头翻开了6月的报纸，取出了6月24日与6月27日的两份预言家日报。

June 6: "Magic's Golden Girls, Carl Foley and Aurelia Davis Are Engaged"

June 6: "Shame or pioneer, pure-blood heir Carl Foley who married a Muggle woman"

Aurelia Davis?

"Yes, Aurelia Davis, Roger Davis's biological aunt."

Professor Seamus finished the Coke in his cup and shook his head to refill it: "As far as I know, Davis's aunt has quit the Falmouth Quidditch team since then. I heard that she was originally a member of the Quidditch team. He is a very good seeker with a bright future."

"Now you know why Mr. Davis hates you so much."

It took me a long time, here’s the reason!I asked why Roger always looked like he was having fun every time he saw me.

Good guy, other people's sons are cheating their fathers, how come I'm the father cheating my sons...

Eric took a cursory glance at the newspaper of June 1972, 6, stuffed it back into place, looked at the cynical professor in front of him, and asked tentatively: "So, professor, you brought me here just to Tell me this?"

"Huh? Of course not. I'm just afraid that readers will think that the conflict between Davis and you seems too inexplicable, so I'm going to give you an explanation."

Professor Seamus put down the tea cup in his hand, crossed his hands, held his wand in his palm, and said to Eric with interest: "The real reason why I asked you to come here is, of course... I am surprised."

After a pause, he sat on his chair and spun around, looking at the calm little wizard in front of him, and he said Wang Zha at the beginning: "I didn't expect that the person who caused two major incidents in the school's forbidden forest was actually a first grader. New student, Mr. Foley, I have to say that your level of magic really surprises me."

When Eric heard what he said, his pupils narrowed involuntarily and his right eyelid twitched uncontrollably. However, with a puzzled look on his face, he shook his head: "Um, Professor, I don't understand what you mean. .”

You can't agree to this kind of thing casually, let alone the stranger's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who has only been with him for a year. Even if the old lunatic principal at the top of the school tower came to ask, he would have to refuse to admit it.