Librarian at Hogwarts

"It's been a really eventful day today."

Dippet stood up, waved his hand gently, and the three teacups floated towards Dumbledore, Igno and Newt respectively at the same time.

In the silver tea cup, a slender little spoon was constantly stirring.

Soon, the aroma overflowed under the constant stirring.

At this time, Newt had also stood up from the broken wooden stool and sat next to Igno.

"Iced lemon juice, chocolate milk, sizzling honey candy... I think if I remember correctly, these should be your favorite drinks."

A smile appeared on Dippet's old face, and then he stood in front of the window holding his cup.

"Thank you for coming forward today, Igno. To be honest, I didn't expect you to show up...but I really appreciate your behavior in protecting students."

Dippet paused for a moment, and then continued with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

"And luckily you didn't use a wand or anything...God knows how afraid I was that you were actually reciting a spell silently when you weren't talking..."

Ignat's face turned red upon hearing this, but luckily, the mist from the teacup perfectly covered up his blush.

"How could it be? Hahaha... Actually, I think it's all thanks to Professor Dumbledore. If it weren't for him, there might not have been any substantial changes... My appearance is just the icing on the cake at best. .”

Ignat quickly changed the subject, and after speaking, he made a gesture of clinking glasses towards Dumbledore.

But when he saw the sly smile on Dumbledore's face, his expression suddenly changed. He remembered what Dumbledore had said as a "good idea" and his voice suddenly raised an octave.

"Motla Rat Juice!"

"Albus! I think I heard you right."

Dumbledore nodded calmly and took a sip of the lemon juice that was stirred evenly.

"Yes, I think you heard it right, it's Motla Rat Juice."

"Merlin's beard, who knows how difficult it is to make... Can't you find a substitute? I remember that there are many medicinal materials that can have similar effects..." Igno's face was filled with reluctance. .

"That little thing, Motler, hides in a cold, damp place all day long. He's small and sharp... He's definitely a tough Peeves."

"But other medicinal materials are not as effective as Motla Rat Juice...Besides, the student's injury is very serious...If other substitutes are used, I think the possibility of recovery is not that great. .”

When Dumbledore said this, his eyes were already looking towards Newt.

When Dumbledore looked at him like this, Newt's already half-bowed head suddenly dropped even further.

After all, such a big commotion would naturally be very complicated for a student like Newt, who has a reserved personality.

Although from Igno's point of view, experiments like this were just commonplace.But what makes him curious is that according to Newt's temperament, it stands to reason that even if he conducts some dangerous experiments, he will handle it properly and not harm his classmates.

In fact, Newt may not conduct any dangerous experiments at all.

There is a high probability that there is a hidden secret here.

Thinking of this, Ignat glanced at Dumbledore unconsciously.

Their eyes met, and obviously, both of them guessed at the same time that there must be something even more unknown behind this.

But Newt is actually very stubborn at heart.

Whatever he doesn't want to say, he won't say it anyway.

"Okay, okay, I see that everyone is a little tired. I think you all need a good rest now."

Principal Dippet said.

"Indeed. After all, I have to follow Professor Dumbledore's good idea to catch that treacherous and cunning rat." Ignat couldn't help but complained again.

Newt, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up at this time, "Sir, how can I help you?"

He sounded very apologetic, and it was clear that he really wanted to do something.

"I'm afraid not, Newt."

Dumbledore reminded from the side, "The final result of the trial has not come out. Although you have not been punished now, your freedom is still restricted. I'm sorry, I think you can only stay in the school."

Newt said 'Oh', a bit disappointed in his tone.

"It's okay, little one."

Ignat quickly comforted him, "It's just a small thing for me. Of course, for other wizards, it must be a troublesome thing. But me... you should know very well, I am completely It’s a breeze.”

In order to reassure Newt, Ignat couldn't help but brag about himself, although he would not do this normally.Well, of course not necessarily, who knows when he likes to show off himself.

Of course, the main reason is that in Igno's heart, he has already regarded this Hufflepuff student as his own student.

In front of students, Igno has always been responsible and responsible.

After saying this, Ignat, Dumbledore and Newt left the principal's office.

Newt will still be sent to the small room where he was supervised before.

This sounds cruel, but in fact it is to protect him.

Watching Dumbledore and Newt leave, Ignat suddenly felt emotional.

A sunny and handsome figure seemed to appear in front of him, like a big bird under the golden light.

"Everything is impermanent..."

Ignat couldn't help but sigh.

As he turned to leave, he saw a person at a hidden corner.

It was a beautiful, tall Slytherin female student.

Ignat had an impression of this student.

"Lita Lestrange...a descendant of the Holy 28 families..."

Rita is very smart. From Igno's brief exchange with her, he can clearly judge that this witch has extremely high talents and abilities.

Rita's eyes were fixed on Newt without any movement, so she didn't realize that Ignat was watching her not far away.

"It seems that this is the truth of the matter."

Igno instantly guessed all the stories Newt had hidden in his heart.

This is actually very easy for people to connect with.

Slytherin students...

A dangerous experiment...

Wizards and witches...

Ignat curled his lips, rolled his eyes up and down, and left without hesitation.

After all, he has more important things to do now.

Thanks to Professor Dumbledore's 'good idea'.

Now he has to go out and catch motley rats.