Settle at Hogwarts

It seems that no one among the wizards has ever seriously studied it except Squib himself.How to make people who can't release magic release magic.

Tabor sat on the ground regardless of his appearance, but he had no clue in his heart.

"We still know too little!"

"Gugu?" [Master, are you down there? 】

Hearing Sesame's voice, Tabor stood up and walked upstairs to the door leading to the underground laboratory.

"Answer from the Malfoys?"

"Gugu." [Yes, master!The person who wrote the letter stayed with me for a long time before completing this reply! 】

After ruffling the hair on Zhima's head, he easily took down the letter hanging from his leg.

Sit on the sofa and open it.

Dear Tabor

When I learned that you, the potion master, were preparing to research new potions.As your friend, I have decided to fully support you.It's just that the experimental body you need is too special.

So I went to find my father, the head of the Malfoy family, and persuaded him to agree to cooperate with you.I hope you can come to Malfoy Manor tomorrow night to have dinner with us to discuss specific ways of cooperation.

"The parchment is flying."

"The quill is coming."

Tabor quickly wrote a reply and handed it to Sesame.Then he summoned Duoduo and asked him to help him prepare a robe that would not appear rude.

Although Tabor didn't like the aristocratic etiquette in his heart, it was a formal visit after all, and it was better to leave a good impression than to make people feel that they were ignorant of etiquette.

The next day, when he arrived alone outside Malfoy Manor, Abraxas was already waiting at the door.

"Tub, welcome."

Abraxas made a gesture to invite him in, and then continued: "This must be the second time you come to my house."

Tabor walked to him with a smile: "Abraxas, you know, I have never been interested in banquets."

"Ah~oh~" [Another ugly tailless animal is here! 】

"Ah! Oh!" [Fortunately it's not a cub, otherwise our beautiful tail feathers would have been lost again. 】

Tabor looked towards the place where the sound came from, where there were several white peacocks walking proudly.The long and beautiful tail feathers are trailing behind him.

"Those peacocks have lived in the manor for many years and are the descendants of an ancestor's pet in my family." Abraxas introduced.

"Do they often have their tail feathers plucked out?"

Tabor kept walking and asked casually.

"When there are banquets, there are always a few naughty children. But how did you tell?"

Tabor curled his lips and said, "I guess."

Abraxas nodded helplessly: "Okay, there is still some time. Do you want to go to the study to talk to my father about the specific cooperation first, or do you want to stroll around the manor and then go directly to the restaurant?"

Tabor said without hesitation: "Go directly to the study. To be honest, I have been a master of potions for so many years, but I have not made any major breakthroughs in potions. Now that I have some free time, I always have to make some achievements. .”

"Well, Tabor, you are still the youngest potion master, so there is no need to be so anxious. I believe that with your talent, you will be able to succeed soon."

Abraxas smiled and said that he was indeed very confident in Tabor.

"Then I'll borrow your auspicious words."

Whether what Abraxas said was a false compliment or a sincere affirmation from the heart, Tabor felt pretty good, at least there were still people willing to trust him.

The two walked into the house and walked up the stairs to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Abraxas knocked on the door lightly a few times.

"Please come in."

Tubo followed Abraxas into the study and saw old Malfoy sitting behind the desk.

"Come on, sit down."

Unlike Abraxas' friendliness, there was obvious scrutiny in the eyes of this old Malfoy.

"Mr. Prince?"

Tabor frowned, feeling that this person was not as "friendly" as Abraxas said.

"I wonder what the head of the Malfoy family thinks about cooperation?"

Tabor decided to take control of the rhythm and cut through the mess quickly to end everything.If the Malfoy's can't provide what you want, then find another one.

"I heard that you want to study potions about squibs? With all due respect, as a potion master, you don't have to waste your time on people who have been abandoned by magic. Money, fame, power, as long as you want If so, we can definitely get more through cooperation.”

Tabor curled his lips, tilted his head and glanced at Abraxas, who was a little confused by his father's attitude.

"The shop opened by Abraxas and I, the salaries of Hogwarts faculty and staff, and other random orders can all allow me to obtain enough galleons. Power has never been what I want. As for fame , if I wanted to be famous, Dumbledore couldn't be more famous than me."

Looking at the old Malfoy who was trying to take control of him, Tabor had a little ridicule in his eyes.

"I am free to study whatever I want. Moreover, for me, the Malfoy family is not my only choice. It is not even the best choice. If it weren't for Abraxas, I might go visit Green The Glass family, and the Flint family.”

"But you're still here, aren't you? It means you are still more inclined to cooperate with the Malfoy family."

Old Malfoy's eyes filled with vicissitudes of life flashed with determination.

"Yes, in my opinion, the Malfoy family is indeed better. But one of my bottom lines is that I cannot interfere with the content of my research. If there is still no success after ten years, I will change other research directions."

Old Malfoy frowned: "Ten years is too long. In addition to various materials, we also need to provide you with squibs for your research. This is not an easy task."

Tabor tapped his fingers on the table a few times unconsciously.

"Perhaps, I should go directly to the family with the Squib. I believe they will definitely agree that their own Squib cooperates with my research. After all, after being studied, there is still a little hope that I can become a real wizard."

"Ten years is really a long time. What do you think of three years?"

Tabor shook his head: "Three years is too short. Although I don't know in which year the research will be successful, I will not give up within at least six years."

Seeing that Tabor had been holding on to him for six years, Old Malfoy was helpless.They can only seize the power of future potion production in their hands and take most of the profits in a very black-hearted manner.

Tubo didn't care about this. Anyway, as long as the Malfoy family could provide enough materials and experimental subjects, that would be enough.