From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Walking out of Bathida's dark office, Calvin took a big breath of fresh air.Although Bascida is fair-skinned and beautiful, with white hair and long legs, it is a pity that she has to live in a dark basement.

Calvin hummed a little tune and walked back to his office along the stairs. He had gained a lot today. He didn't expect Professor Bablin to give him such great help.

"I have somewhat neglected the professors in the castle," Calvin thought to himself. In the past few months, he has been busy with the establishment of the sanctuary and magic research. Except for Hagrid, he has hardly communicated with other adult wizards. As for Snape , it would be nice if we don’t quarrel every time we meet.

"I should communicate more with those professors. I think about it, I don't know much about Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration. Ah, Professor Flitwick, who once won the duel competition, should have real materials. And Professor Sprout, you can talk to her about the magic circuits in magic plants, and maybe ask her to help in the reserve."

Calvin was planning a meeting with other professors when he suddenly found a large group of people in front of him surrounding someone, chuckling to himself.

When Calvin went over to take a look, the crowd dispersed, leaving only a round-faced boy jumping upstairs like a rabbit, his eyes stained with tears, and his face as red as if he had a fever.

"Tsk, students these days."

Calvin looked cold, looked at the students who had just gathered around Neville to watch the joke, snorted coldly, and lifted Neville's spell.

"What's going on, Mr. Longbottom?" Calvin calmed Neville's mood and asked seriously.

"Someone was practicing spells on me," Neville said, his voice trembling, "outside the library."

"Who is it?" Calvin's voice was cold. He couldn't bear to bully his classmates. "Is it a Slytherin student?"

"Yes," Neville choked, "They said I was too timid to be in Gryffindor. They also said I was a squib and shouldn't have come to learn magic at all."

"Although I think the Sorting Hat can be controversial sometimes, I think he must have his reasons for sorting you into Gryffindor. Come on, go to my office and have a cup of hot cocoa." Calvin patted Neville's hand. Shoulder.

The round-faced boy wiped away his tears and followed Calvin.

When he arrived at the door of the office, he found a little wizard standing at the door waiting for him.

"Hey, Mr. Malfoy, what can I do for you?" Calvin didn't know why Draco was waiting for him at the door.

And Neville saw Draco subconsciously hiding behind Calvin.

Calvin opened the office and invited the two of them in.

Neville took the initiative to stay away from Draco, appearing both cautious and afraid.

Calvin glanced at Neville and asked, "Malfoy, did you bully Longbottom today?"

Before Draco could speak, Neville answered first: "No, Professor Capet, no. It's Crabbe and Goyle..." His voice gradually trailed off.

Draco raised his eyebrows and said, "I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time. Bullying is definitely not the honor of the Malfoy family, at least not for me, Draco Malfoy."

"But as far as I know, Crabbe and Goyle are good with you?" Calvin asked, staring at Draco.

"We had a good relationship before, but now we are just friends. And it's not like I asked them to bully Longbottom. I haven't bullied Longbottom for a long time, right, Longbottom." Draco looked at Neville and said.

Neville nodded, acknowledging Draco's statement.

"Very well, Draco. I'm happy with your change, but why don't you stop Crabbe and Goyle?" Calvin's tone became much gentler.

Draco hesitated for a while, lost his previous pride, and said, "I think Longbottom should solve his troubles by himself. I have no reason to help him."

Calvin knew in his heart that this was a standard Slytherin.

Calvin nodded: "I can't blame you for your decision. So Neville, what do you think?"

Neville thought for a while and said as quietly as a mosquito: "I will solve this problem myself."

"Very good, Neville." Calvin looked at Draco, "Draco, you shouldn't tell."

Draco shrugged, "If they asked me, I'd probably say that. But I guess with their brains, huh..."

"Wise choice, then, Mr. Malfoy, what do you want to see me for today?" Calvin saw that the problem was solved, and he conjured up two cups of hot cocoa and delivered them to the little wizard.

The arrogant young master suddenly became shy: "Sir, Professor, Professor Capet. I want to study with you, is that okay?"

"Of course, Draco, I welcome you. But you still have more than a year before you can take my class, so don't be too anxious."

"No, it's not," Draco looked a little nervous, "I mean, provide me with some personal guidance like Diggory from Hufflepuff and the Weasley twins from Gryffindor..."

"Private tutoring?" Calvin rubbed his chin and looked at Draco again.

"Draco Malfoy, first of all, my tutor never accepts mediocrity, you have to prove your worth, or your talent." Calvin slowly rubbed the rim of the coffee cup with his finger.

"Professor, my grades are very good, especially in Potions. I am also good in other subjects. Although not as good as Granger, I am still among the best in Slytherin."

"Mediocre," Calvin shook his head, "I need outstanding performance, tell me, what do you want to learn?"

Draco blushed very rarely and lowered his head. All he could think about was the scene of Calvin riding a leopard cat in the forbidden forest that day.

"I want to learn about magical beasts from you."

"So have you ever been exposed to magical beasts?"

"No," Draco denied, lowering his head, "but I have six white peacocks at home, and I treated their wounds before school started."

"Before school started? Have you treated the wounds of the white peacock at home?" Calvin was slightly shocked. If he could successfully cast the healing spell before coming to Hogwarts, Draco still had some talent.

"Well," hearing the change in Calvin's tone, Draco gradually regained his confidence, "My white peacocks often fight. One time before school started, two peacocks were injured. I was afraid that my father would know, so I secretly used the healing spell in the book. I helped them heal their wounds, but I didn’t dare tell my dad because he wouldn’t let me get close to those peacocks.”

"Show me your wand." Calvin held out his hand to Draco.

Draco was stunned for a moment, then respectfully took out the wand and handed it to Calvin with both hands.

Hawthorn, unicorn tail hair, ten inches.A great healing wand indeed.