[HP] So you are such Anita

The first time Millicent met Jared was in the Sorcerer's Stone exam room.

He looked so good in the chaos of the exam that, for a moment, Millicent wondered if he saw Tom Field.

There is always such a similarity between genius and genius.

Millicent thought this as Jared used the Sorcerer's Stone to transform a large tree into a growling three-headed dog.

Millicent looked at the skinny fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy in front of him, and gave his examination card a big pass. From now on, he was a magister recognized by the Ministry of Magic.

He was destined to surprise pretentious wizards, and Millicent believed he was the man Dumbledore had been waiting for.

The genius who broke the stubborn impression that users of magic stones are inferior to users of wands.

And when she was knocked down by Jared No. 13, Millicent became more and more convinced of her judgment.

"Mr. Boster, you let me go again." Jared rubbed his fluffy brown curly hair, and there were blue magic stones embedded in his gloves.

"I don't have one," Millicent said, unlike ordinary wizards, who thought it was a shame to be knocked down by a mage. "How many more attacks can you use from your magic stone?"

"It depends on what kind of attack it is, like the attack that can knock down your wand just now, it can be issued 170 times," Jared continued with a smile, "and the magic attack that can cause damage to wizards , and can issue 120 three times."

This is really a suffocating answer, and Millicent is a little emotional, why is she always surrounded by such geniuses, she is obviously a normal person, but she is always set off like a waste.

"Did you hide so many magic stones in your gloves?" Millicent stared at Jared's gloves. There were only five magic stones visible on his gloves. Obviously, five magic stones could not hold up. So many magical attacks.

Among the tens of thousands of magicians registered by the Ministry of Magic, there are only five guys who can use five magic stones at the same time, and Jared is one of those five.

He hides a controllable number of magic stones.

"It is true that I can control more than five magic stones at the same time, but not as many as you guessed." Jared took off the gloves and threw them aside, and pulled out a necklace with one magic stone hanging from his neck. Show Millison, "I can control every point of mana in a magic stone, and it will never be wasted. Moreover, there is a knack when using magic, using the least amount of mana to achieve the best effect. I have been researching this .”

That was really powerful. Millicent felt frustrated. She heard that some wizards could sense the strength of magic in their bodies. She always thought it was a legend. After all, the magic strength of a wizard depends on the mood of the wizard, which cannot be measured. However, for mages, calculating the mana value is a basic operation.

She didn't know who was stronger and who was weaker between the two, she only knew that just thinking about these things gave her a headache.

"I can't tutor you anymore, Jared, you should apply for another tutor," Millicent picked up the wand from the ground, "Where do you want to continue your research? Maybe I can give you some recommendations?"

Jared didn't answer Millicent right away, he just looked at Millicent and smiled, and after a while, he said slowly, "Dark magic, I want to learn the kind of black magic that can kill with one blow."

Millicent tightened her grip on the wand she had just picked up, and she hoped she heard Jared right, "Dark magic? Do you know what that is?"

"It's the kind of attack magic that wizards in Azkaban basically know." Jared took out two cards from his jacket pocket, on which two wizards that made Millicent's scalp tingle were pointing at her dangerously. Laughing, "Look, one belongs to the British Dark Lord, and the other belongs to the German Dark Lord. They are both masters of black magic. Their greatness lies in black magic, which makes them highly respected."

"Admiration?!" Millison was stunned, "Do you think they are admired?"

"Yes, is there such a mentor you can recommend?" Jared looked at Millicon's unbelievable expression and rubbed his head in annoyance, "As long as you don't use black magic on living people, you won't enter Az Caban, Mr. Boster, you should know the current situation of discrimination against Muggles and Magisters, but I think even Muggles, if he can send out a magic attack that instantly kills him, then he will not be discriminated against Is not it."

"But that kind of attack, not everyone can do it, even if it's a wizard, and it's a forbidden spell, you can't learn that," Millison strongly objected to Jared's words, "If you are still my student, you can't learn it." That kind of thing, in my memory, the guys who know those spells can't help being tempted to commit a felony, when you have such a powerful power, it will be difficult for you to control yourself to abide by the existing rules."

Unless the rules are made by that person himself, such as Dumbledore, such as Grindelwald, such as Auerbach...

Of course, Millicent would not say the latter sentence to Jared. She did not want another rule maker like that to appear now that the magic had just been exposed, even if the child in front of her had that kind of potential.

"But I just want that kind of power. Look at what is being taught in the school. Turn the curtains into cats and make the books sing," Jared sighed helplessly. "Which one of the great wizards in history Famous for these things, and if I'm going to be a great magister, then I've got to know something else that makes people exaggerate when they hear my name, like..."

Jared lowered his voice and handed the card to Millicon, "Just like them, I think, be them."

Millicent gasped in fright at Jared's words. She looked at the brown curly-haired boy in front of her, her head sober as never before.

He wasn't saying some childish nonsense.

Because she saw it, from the child's undisguised eyes for the first time, she saw the bottomless ambition.

She is very familiar with that look, the desire for power, the madness for power, she has seen this look from many people in Slytherin, so she knows that people with such look will not listen to other people's advice.

Either achieve the goal or meet death, even Azkaban can't wear away the light in his eyes, the terrible light.

"Jared," Millison quickly calmed down, and said this in a panic, "Now that you have graduated from me, we will stop contacting you, you are destined to do great things people, and I just want a peaceful life."

"But when I become a great magister, won't the teacher be proud of me?" Jared inadvertently glanced at the container not far away, and then looked at Millicent expectantly.

"I will, if you can control yourself not to offend the things that the magister should not do," Millicent shook his head at Jared, "You don't have to pretend to be innocent in front of me, you have already learned from me You got what you wanted, didn't you?"

Jared lowered his head, and said in a complaining voice, "How can Mr. Burst say that, it's so sad," but when Jared raised his head again, there was a proud mockery on his face, " Don’t you have two faces, Mr. Boster? You clearly know what kind of person I am, but you still taught me a lot. Did you just know what I want to do now? You also want to get rid of the label of mediocrity, why? So dishonest."

Jared put back the gloves and backpack he had set aside, and he waved at Millicent, "Then goodbye, Mr. Bulstrode, oh, no goodbye, we will be strangers when we meet again .”

Millicent watched Jared gradually disappear into the abandoned factory, and stood there for a long time in thought. She didn't even notice that Blaise came out from behind the container.

"I received a report that someone abused magic in the abandoned factory on Red Brick Lane. I think you have been here a lot recently, so I guess it is you." Blaise put his hands in his trouser pockets and slowly moved them out, "The next tutoring session When you were a student, can you find a place where people will not be seen, don't you know that people often come in here to do some strange art?"

"Did you also hear what that child said?" Millicent turned sharply to look at Blaise, "What do you think should be done?"

"I want to be Voldemort too, I'm tired of having to warn those bastards every day," Blaise walked to Millicon's side indifferently, "but I didn't become Voldemort either."

"Brace, you don't know, that kid, he..." Millicent paused, "You don't know him, and you won't believe it if you tell him."

Blaise looked down at Millicent, "I don't know when you became so sad, even if that kid is becoming the Dark Lord, so what, are you worried about him?"

"I'm his teacher, so of course I'm worried about him!" Millicent said after a while, "But I'm more worried that he will destroy Anita's plan, and I'm worried that Jared will stir up conflicts between wizards and magisters. "

Blaise sneered, "Is he still used to provoke that kind of conflict? Could it be that the conflict between wizards and magisters does not exist naturally? Without someone to despise, how can wizards live? Life is too boring."

Millicent frowned and looked at Blaise, "So you think this is all right?"

"Have you forgotten the contradiction between pure-blood and non-pure-blood wizards, Millicent," Blaise said with a teasing smile on his face, "you rarely hear it now, right? Look, the point of contradiction has shifted to the magister. , at least the wizards are united, right?"

"So the previous Dark Lord used the contradiction between pure blood and non-pure blood, and the future Dark Lord will use the contradiction between wizards and magisters. Don't you think it's scary? Jared grasped this key point."

"Ah, let him go, Millicent," Blaise grabbed Millicent's hand and walked towards the streets of Red Brick Lane, "I hope that kid can make things happen, I think the expressions of those conservatives will be wonderful. If you are still worried, think about which family controls the highest quality magic stone in the world, maybe you will have dinner with me with great appetite."