From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Ron handed Dumbledore the mirror that Calvin had given Harry.

"Well, it's a wonderful way to perform alchemy on deformed objects, and it can still be so stable. I guess it must be Calvin's work." After Dumbledore got it, he quickly felt its magic.

"Oh, no wonder you quickly realized the abnormality of the Mirror of Erised. Anyone who sees it will be deeply impressed and frightened." Dumbledore said, looking at himself reflected on the back of the mirror.But it didn't sound like he was that scared, but rather a little surprised.

He handed the two-way mirror back to Harry. "It's a nice little thing. You should see more of this mirror, Harry."

Harry nodded dully after hearing this. Although he knew that only illusions could be seen in the Mirror of Erised, he still couldn't help but want to take a look at his parents.

"The mirror will be moved to a new place tomorrow. Harry, I ask you not to look for it again. If you happen to see it one day, you must be mentally prepared.

It is useless to indulge in illusory dreams and forget about real life. Remember this.Okay, why don't you put on that amazing invisibility cloak and go back to sleep? "

Dumbledore finished speaking and walked out the door.

"Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore," Harry called, "Professor, what do you see in the two mirrors?"

"Me? I saw myself in front of the magic mirror holding a pair of thick woolen socks. As for the little mirror, I saw me laughing maniacally, which is really scary to say."

Harry and Ron returned to the dormitory in a daze, and suddenly thought that they should tell Professor Dumbledore about the Sorcerer's Stone.This chagrins them greatly.

……

On the afternoon of the last day of the Christmas vacation, Calvin dressed up, picked up two ancient notebooks, went down the stairs of the castle, arrived at the lowest basement, and knocked on the door of the ancient magic text professor's office.

"Who is it?" A lazy voice came from the door.

"Professor Bablin, it's me, Calvin. We made an appointment to meet at this time." Calvin replied politely.

The door opened, and Professor Bablin was still wearing loose and old wizard robes, with a wizard hat with a flat corner on his head.

"Come in." Professor Bablin glanced behind Calvin to make sure there was no one else.

"Professor Bablin is really weird. He is so well-dressed in his own office." Calvin thought to himself. He looked at Professor Bablin's outfit and suddenly found that he didn't have much impression of Professor Bablin's appearance. .

This is really strange. I have communicated with Professor Bablin several times, but I don’t remember what she looks like at all.Calvin couldn't help but sigh that Hogwarts is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

Calvin walked into Bablin's office. This office was completely underground. There was not even a light. The light came entirely from the magic writing on the wall.Yes, this office is full of runes, there are runes of light on the walls, runes of fire on the cups, and running runes on the bottom of the fish tank.

It is indeed Professor Mowen's office.Calvin thought.

"What do you want to see me for?" Professor Bablin's voice came from the sofa behind.

Calvin looked back and couldn't help but widen his eyes: a woman with cool clothes, fair skin, and good looks, who looked no more than 23 years old, was sitting on the sofa with great dignity, drinking Coca-Cola.From a male perspective, the only shortcoming is that the mind is not broad enough.

"Heretic!" Calvin thought to himself, I'm from the Pepsi school.

Calvin looked around the office for a week and saw no one else, then looked at the woman on the sofa in disbelief.

"Don't look, I am Bascida Barblin." Bascida readjusted her posture, stacked her two long white legs together, and her white hair was tied into a bunch and hanging down from one shoulder. , took a new bottle of Coke, "This is a good thing I found in the Muggle world, do you want some?"

"Oh, I haven't drank it for a long time, thank you. Professor Bablin, your image really surprised me. I think you should be the most beautiful professor in this castle." Calvin took the Coke, half sincerely. It was a flattering compliment.

"Well, I think so too." Bascida was not modest at all and directly acknowledged Calvin's statement, "So I don't want the little wizard to pay more attention to my appearance. I usually hide it with magic in the castle. .Compared with my appearance, I would rather they talk about ancient magic texts."

No wonder I am not impressed by your appearance. It seems that your magic is very effective.Calvin thought to himself.

"I'm afraid it's more than that, Professor Bablin. You use magic to hide yourself, maybe it's not just to hide your appearance." Calvin said, looking at the dark basement.

"Being smart is not a virtue, Professor Capet," Bascida said in a threatening tone. "Let's talk about you."

"I understand, Professor Bablin, you can call me Calvin." Calvin sat opposite Basilda and said thoughtfully, "Professor Bablin, I know you are an expert in ancient magic texts, so I want to Please do me a favor."

"Tell me about it." Bascida threw the Coke bottle aside, where empty bottles had piled up.

"I would like to ask if you know about the magic text that can directly affect the soul." Calvin said slowly, for fear of offending this seemingly young professor.

"Soul, magic text that affects the soul," Bascida frowned, "Calvin, to be honest, this is not a good research direction. I suggest you give up as soon as possible to avoid going astray."

Another one came, Calvin shook his head slightly, "Professor Bablin, you are not the first person to tell me to give up. In fact, Professor Dumbledore also warned me. But in fact, I have done some in-depth research, Dumbledore Bullido doesn't stop me anymore."

"Well, Albus also tacitly allows you to continue this research in the castle," Bathida showed a playful expression on her face, "If that's the case, then I can help you. Researching souls sounds very interesting... "

"What problems did you encounter in your research? How can I help you?" Bascida seemed to be interested for a moment.

Calvin was a little caught off guard when he saw Bascida's transformation so quickly.

"That's right, Professor Bablin, I want the soul to quiet down, or fall into a deep sleep."

"That doesn't sound like much fun. You're not studying some boring black magic, are you?" Bascida changed her legs and leaned back.

"No, no, no, Bablin..."

"Just call me Bathida."

"Uh, okay. Bascida, there is a dark wizard. His body is dead, but his soul is still wandering in the world. It can attach itself to small animals and survive, but it cannot be eliminated. I wonder if there is a way... "

"Is there any way to capture Voldemort's wandering soul!"