Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 54 The Studious Malfoy
"If I remember correctly, Mr. Malfoy, is this the first time since the Christmas holidays that you and I have met alone in private?"

After Professor Snape left, Amosta brought Malfoy into the office, looked at Malfoy sitting across the desk, looking like he was walking on thin ice, Amosta lowered his head and sipped the hot steam in his cup Bitter tea. Since returning to Hogwarts, he has drank significantly more tea than before.

Amosta doesn't like bitter drinks, but for some reason, whenever he wants to drink something now, the first choice that comes to mind is tea.

Humans are complicated creatures—the words popped into Amosta's mind as he looked up at Malfoy again.

"You, you remember correctly, Professor Blaine."

Malfoy looked down at his toes, fidgeting like a prick in the upholstery of his stool.

Amosta leaned gracefully on the back of the chair, rubbed the rim of the cup with her fingertips, and smiled as she looked at the sole heir of the richest pure-blood family in the British magic world and the most famous pure-blood theory supporter family, The frivolous tone can even be said to be rude,
"Then, Malfoy, what is the purpose of you coming to see me even at the expense of inviting Professor Snape?"

Amosta has been in Slytherin House for seven years, and he knows how to deal with the descendants of these pure-blood families-it is useless to try to gain their approval with a polite attitude, no Trying to gain their respect by giving them some color is simply a dream.

Under the powerful oppressive force exuding from Amostar's body, Malfoy's previous arrogance and contempt disappeared completely, just like Neville in front of Professor Snape, he honestly did not dare to act rashly .

"Actually, it's about the 'Immortal Charm' that you showed us in the defense class, Professor Bryan, I want to ask you for the trick of this spell. I tried it in private, but I still can't find the trick."

Amosta blinked, Malfoy's answer was indeed a bit unexpected.

Tuk-tuk-tuk--
Amosta tapped on the desk lightly and didn't speak immediately, he stared at Malfoy with interest, until the little wizard in front of him was about to turn around and run away from the intimidation that surrounded him. smile open,
"What is the purpose of this spell, Mr. Malfoy, is it because of your desire for knowledge, or is it just to prove that your talent is not inferior to that 'Mudblood' lady you mentioned?"

Malfoy's expression became gloomy. In front of Professor Bryan, he couldn't say against his will that the latter was not his goal. However, he was very sure that if he said that, although he would not be split in half, he would also It is very likely that Professor Brian will be kicked out of the office directly.

"Hehe, it seems that you have realized where the problem is, Mr. Malfoy."

Amosta stood up with a smile, and returned to his usual kind and friendly appearance, as if the domineering and domineering wizard just now was not himself.

He strolled to the center of the office, just snapped his fingers, and the stone pillar from the Daytime Defense Against the Dark Arts class grew out of nowhere on the floor,
"Come here, Mr. Malfoy, let me see your strength."

It took nearly two hours to guide Malfoy. He carefully corrected the mistakes and omissions of Malfoy's casting gestures when casting the spell and how to coordinate the magic power when chanting the spell.

But until the end, Malfoy couldn't fully grasp the 'Royal Curse' that Amosta created and used easily in the second semester of his first year.

The reason is what he said to Hermione in class. For junior wizards, the magic power required for this spell and the control of the magic power that is essentially spiritual power are too lacking. This is something that cannot be helped, isn't it All of them are like Amosta, possessing magical powers far superior to those of their peers and the powerful spiritual power brought about by the superimposition of two souls.

Malfoy seemed rather satisfied with himself, he couldn't hide the complacency in the corner of his mouth as he looked at the gravel scraped off by the feathers he controlled.

"Thank you for your teaching, Professor!"

Malfoy, who was standing at the door, bent down to express his sincere thanks to Amostar.

"Before you leave, I have a piece of advice for you—"

Amosta returned to his office and looked at the door meaningfully,

"From beginning to end, there is only one opponent you have to defeat, Mr. Malfoy, and that is your arrogance."

The good weather that lasted for many days finally came to an end on Saturday morning. The pleasant breeze that had wandered on the spacious lawn for more than half a month returned to the cold and biting coldness of a month ago. Hogwarts Castle stood tall in the drizzle of rain. Looking across the forest from the snow peaks far away.

When passing the Quidditch pitch, Amosta was surprised to find that under the low clouds, there were still a few little wizards on broomsticks fighting against the wind and rain. Judging by the color of the uniforms, they seemed to belong to Gryffindor.

"Tsk tsk!"

Amosta, who stopped to watch for a while, shook her head and expressed admiration,
"Poor Flint, probably only Merlin and God can help him win this year's final!"

When they arrived at the cabin in the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was at the back of the house, humming softly, and bandaging an animal with a wounded hoof. The expression on his big furry face was so gentle!
"Hippogriffs are not very good-natured animals, Hagrid."

"Oh, it's okay, once you get the hang of it, you'll find it's not that hard to deal with them—"

Hagrid was so engrossed in dealing with the hippogriff's injury that he didn't even notice who was talking to him.
"This cute little guy is about to enter adulthood. In order to compete for the right to mate, he had a tough battle with his companions and got himself covered in wounds. I can't pretend to ignore it, or the wounds will fester and ooze! "

Most magical creatures have sharper intuition than wizards. Under Amostar's gaze with great interest, the little guy with the hippocampus and the collar around his neck was restlessly restless lying on the ground. It seemed conscious The young man in front of him was very dangerous, and he couldn't wait to break free from Hagrid's shackles.

"Oh, take it easy, Buckbeak, I'm all right now, can you help me get the scissors down, please?"

Hagrid's big fan-like hand just pressed Buckbeak lightly on Buckbeak's neck, no matter how much the Hippogriff struggled on the ground, it didn't shake at all.

"Oh, thank you!"

Hagrid took the scissors from a young hand and murmured with his head down.

"You're welcome--"

Amosta smiled politely. Dumbledore was right. Hagrid, who seemed to have giant blood, was indeed shining with a brilliance that ordinary people did not have.

The moment Hagrid let go of his hand, Buckbeak shot out like an arrow from the string, and ran directly into the Forbidden Forest without looking back. Hagrid smiled happily when he saw that energetic look. .

"Oh, you seem to be in good spirits, bad boy, I hope this experience will not make you afraid of chasing love. Uh, cough cough! Boo, Professor Blaine!"

Watching Buckbeak run into the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid finally turned his head back with a smile, and when he saw the face of the comer, his original bright smile froze instantly, and after a few seconds, it changed into an embarrassed yet polite smile,

"So it's you, Professor Blaine, you're here. Heck, I mean, what's your business here?"





　Thank you very much for the tickets you gave. In fact, I really want to add more, but firstly, the new crown has made me dizzy these days, and secondly, there is another bid to vote for right away. I really can’t make up the time. Come on, I'm really sorry everyone!
　　
　
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