Librarian at Hogwarts

The morning sun is very warm.

Although it is already October, winter does not enter Hogwarts as early as Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Ignat even remembered that in Durmstrang, he was already wrapped in a thick plush coat.

In the library.

Ignat poured himself a cup of tea.

Igno has been liking the smell lately.

"The mysterious drink from the East."

After Igno took a sip, he felt that his lungs were filled with a refreshing fragrance.

Neil was obviously not used to such high-end drinks. He just took a sip and then chose the puff milk cap.

Ignat shook his head and mocked him as 'a wild boar cannot eat fine chaff'.

"Mr. Ignat, Mr. Neil."

It's Newt here.

At exactly 45:[-], the first class ended.

Newt looks good, and the small freckles on his rosy face are a bit handsome.

As soon as he arrived, he began to sort out the books that were randomly stacked together.

Judging from the messiness of these books, they must have been stacked for a long time.

Yes, Ignat and Neil were now called 'slave owners' by Basilda angrily. When she knew that Newt came to work in the library after class every day, the two of them naturally transferred all the slaves. When the work of organizing books was left to Newt.

Igno actually felt that he was quite unjust.

Logically speaking, he paid for his employment. Although it was not actual money, Newt at least got a sniff. This was something you and I were willing to do.

As for Neil.

He is thicker-skinned than anyone else.

Who can command and move him?

But Newt had no complaints. In fact, he was quite happy inside.

Although sorting books seems like a chore, during the time in the library, you can learn a lot of things from Ignat and Neil's mouths that he can't understand in textbooks.

This benefited him a lot.

And he is now in fifth grade, which means that in two years, he will face the OWL exam.

He felt that what he learned here might be enough for him to achieve good results in the OWL exam.

But in Igno's view, just achieving good results is definitely not enough, at least it must be excellent.

"Newt, I think you still have a lot of room for improvement."

Ignat said to Newt who was busy in the pile of books.

Ignat was going to give Newt some private tutoring, just as his 'reward' for coming here every day to sort out the books.

"Yes, Mr. Igno. I do have some questions that I would like some advice on..."

Although Newt is shy, he is not a stupid person.

He knew this was a good opportunity, a good opportunity to improve himself.

"I've been having some problems with Apparating."

"This is an important exam item, but sometimes I can't cast the spell correctly."

Neil quickly patted Newt on the shoulder and pointed at Ignat, "Newt, I guarantee you have found the right person. I dare say that no one can disapparate better than Ignat. "

After saying that, he was ready to run away in a hurry.

Neil is someone who has experienced Igno's teaching. He knows that Igno's teaching model cannot be said to be 'abnormal', but should be described as 'hell'.

Anyone standing within a radius of ten meters may be taken out by him as a demonstration specimen at any time.

Neil didn't want to become that specimen, demonstrating dozens of apparations.

With this time, he would rather go to the Quidditch pitch and see how the little wizards are doing.

Newt was apparently experiencing Ignat's teachings for the first time.

Neil gave Newt a deep look as he left.

May Merlin bless him.

Then the man left without looking back.

"Apparition, the most important thing is the concentration of mental power!"

When Igno started class, he was completely different from his usual self.

Be precise and very serious.

“You first have to have in your mind where you want to go.”

“The idea must be strong.”

"Yes, when many wizards use Apparition, especially when they first learn it, they don't know how to make themselves move to the place they imagined in their minds."

"it's actually really easy."

Ignat said proudly.

Then he first took Newt to an open place, where there were no restrictions and he could freely perform Apparition.

Ignat grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, then kneaded the dirt into a ball and stuffed it into Newt's hand.

"Now, let's start practicing."

"Try to Apparate in this clearing."

After Igno said that, he transformed into a chair and came out. He opened the latest issue of the Daily Prophet to see what other bizarre news the editor had published.

Newt was obviously confused at first.

He didn't know what effect holding a ball of dirt would have on his practice of apparating.

But this is Mr. Igno's instruction, and he must have his reasons.

Newt said in his mind.

He started trying to practice.

once...

twice...

five times...

Igno was almost finished flipping through the newspaper, during which time he had already been amused by several bizarre stories that made him laugh.

He lowered the paper a little and looked at Newt with one eye.

"Just work harder!"

Newt was literally out of breath by now.

He felt like his magic power was running out.

But he still couldn't apparate.

This made him suffer a big blow in his heart, but he never doubted Igno's teaching methods. He still held the ball of soil and continued to chant the incantation of apparation.

The midday sun makes people dizzy.

Ignat's newspaper had just turned to the last page, and he decided that if Newt hadn't succeeded yet, he would change to another newspaper and continue reading.

And at this time.

Clap!

Newt disappeared from where he was!

He appeared under a big tree on the roadside!

Igno nodded.

"Very good! Mr. Newt, it took a little longer than I expected, but it's not unacceptable."

Newt had a smile on his face, just happy that he had found the trick.

"Mr. Igno, it turns out that holding something in the place where you want to apparate can strengthen your perception of that place! I understand!"

Igno smiled faintly.

"Congratulations on your initial introduction."

"Okay, let's change places now."

"...Wait a minute, Mr. Ignat. Aren't we...going to take a break? I mean, we may need to have lunch or something..." Newt said in a panic, and he suddenly understood Why did Neil look at him with so much sympathy?

"Lunch...oh, of course."

The corners of Igno's mouth turned upward.

"Our lunch is in the ocean, Mr. Newt."

"...what!?"