Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Professor Flitwick's eyes changed slightly when he looked at Glenn.

"You are not the first little wizard to ask me this question, Mr. Ollivander." He smiled, "This raises a small question for me."

"Please tell me, Professor."

Glenn replied respectfully.

"Every little wizard who tries to find a private library has various reasons. So, what are your reasons?"

The smile on Professor Flitwick's face seemed not as simple as it seemed, but rather had an intriguing feeling.

Glenn didn't seem to expect that the other party would ask such a question, and he was quickly thinking about a response plan.

"That's right, Professor."

After thinking about it for a moment, he immediately made up a reason and answered without hesitation.

"Before I came to Hogwarts, my grandfather once told me that in Ms. Ravenclaw's private library, there is an ancient book on wandology, which can be of great help to me in the process of improving my level.

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Professor Flitwick was slightly stunned, then showed a very interested smile.

"So, Garrick didn't directly tell you how to get in there, right?"

this...

Lucky hit?

Glenn was startled, had his grandfather ever found that library?

"You mean..." he asked tentatively, "do you also know about that ancient book?"

Professor Flitwick nodded slightly.

"That's really a long time ago..." He looked up into the distance with a nostalgic look, "This goes back to when we were still in school." (Private setting)

Glenn's eyes lit up, he didn't expect that he really asked the right person.

"Can you tell me that story?" He pretended to be curious.

"Of course," Professor Flitwick agreed at first, then blinked and changed the subject, "But..."

He looked at Glenn's slightly changed expression and smiled slyly.

"But not now. After you find that library, come to me and listen to the stories from back then!"

Glenn suppressed his speechlessness and continued to ask patiently: "Then how can I find it?"

"In order not to violate the original intention of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw in building that room. I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander, but I can't give you any clues at the moment."

Professor Flitwick shook his head and explained.

"Extraordinary wisdom and observation are the real test of the library."

Glenn was a little disappointed. This kind of feeling that he knew was right in front of him but was out of reach would be difficult for anyone to accept.

"Then besides you, does anyone else know how to enter that library?"

Professor Flitwick thought for a moment and replied: "I think no one knows except Dumbledore."

Glenn was startled.

Dumbledore knew too?

When Professor Flitwick saw that he was silent, he thought he was feeling lost.

"Don't be impatient, kid." He comforted with a smile, "Back then, your grandfather and I spent three years to find that clue."

Three years?

This is a matter of life and death.

If the search lasts for three years, the day lily will be gone.

Even if Morgana could wait, whether it was Quirrell who was stuck on the back of the head by Voldemort or the basilisk who stared at him for at least half his life, they were not easy to mess with.

In this situation of internal and external troubles, he didn't even have the confidence to protect himself, so how could he care about others?

Professor Flitwick naturally didn't know what he was thinking, so he raised his hand and patted his shoulder (crossed out) his waist, then turned and left.

Outside the door of the Charms classroom, a little head poked its head in.

"What are you thinking? Why don't you leave quickly? You'll be late for the next class!"

"Here we come!" Glenn responded, walked out of the classroom, and followed Qiu and his roommates to the underground classroom for Potions class.

For most non-Slytherin students, Potions is definitely one of their most feared subjects.

In this class, there is a big problem with the forgetting potion of the double player Marcus and the business genius Eddie.

The mistletoe berries that were supposed to be ground into powder first were thrown directly into the boiling crucible by Eddie.

The scene was like throwing a handful of small pieces of sodium metal into distilled water.

First there was a violent "hissing" sound from the crucible, and bursts of thick green smoke rose from the crucible.

The potion boiled more and more fiercely, with large and small bubbles appearing, making a "gurgling" sound, until it splashed out with an explosion.

Almost all the students in the class were not spared, and even the high ceiling of the underground classroom had traces of the potion.

Professor Snape was so angry that as the Great Onmyoji, he didn't even care about the sarcasm and just responded with overwhelming insults.

"I didn't expect that cursing people in English can be so profound and profound..."

Glenn shrank his neck and thought to himself while stirring his crucible honestly counterclockwise.

The little wizards were silent, and Eddie and Marcus were even more excited.

After everyone had dinner and returned to the common room, the two of them were still livid.

"This is all your fault, Eddie!" Marcos couldn't help complaining loudly after holding it in all night.

Eddie was also aggrieved. He glanced at him and said, "How can you blame me entirely? I asked you when I put the berries in, and you didn't stop me either?"

"How do I know that you don't want to grind it and just throw it into the crucible?"

Glenn, who was looking down at the library, was interrupted by the two voices and raised his head.

In fact, for first grade wizards, it is normal to argue, complain, and lose their temper.

After all, they are just a group of eleven or twelve year old children.

We had a fight and got sulky for a while.

Then recall where you did not perform well during the quarrel.

The next day, when I woke up, I found another pair of good brothers with arms around each other.

This is the carefree youth time...

Glenn shook his head, leaned lazily on the back of the armchair, and couldn't help but smile kindly.

Autumn was sitting cross-legged on a four-legged stool, chatting with Marietta about girls.

The Ravenclaw-style blue pleated skirt covered her knees, revealing a small section of her jade-like calf.

"Okay, okay, please stop arguing!"

She obviously didn't understand the characteristics of boys losing their temper, so she jumped off the four-legged stool and tried to stop the argument between the two.

"Just calm down, Marcos," she first patted the supporting actor and comforted, "Eddie didn't mean it, it was just carelessness."

As she spoke, she glanced at Glenn with a pleading look.

Glenn glanced at Eddie and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a milestone that he could accomplish repeatedly.