duel day at hogwarts

"Teacher candidate?" Sean was stunned for a moment, and then asked tentatively: "Mrs. Pince, is this professor at Hogwarts? If he is outside, can I disturb him every weekend?

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Mrs. Pingsi looked at Sean, her expression was a little strange, as if she regretted that she had said so much, but she had already said it.

After hearing Sean's words, she could only reply: "He is in Hogwarts, but his state is different from others. He is not a human being, but a...

Um……

ghost!"

ghost?

Sean looked at Mrs. Pings in surprise, and couldn't help but stand up, wanting to ask further.

But at this moment, Mrs. Pingsi, who saw Sean standing up, took two steps back.

He distanced himself from Sean, looked a little impatient, or simply said with some social fear: "Yes, he is a ghost, but he does not have complete self-will like the ghosts of the four major colleges. He has

He has a deep obsession and is relatively weak in responding to external stimuli. If you want him to look at you squarely and teach you some knowledge related to alchemy, then you must attract his attention."

"Thank you, Mrs. Pince. I wonder where the ghost is and what its name is?"

"You can call him Antonis, that's what everyone calls him, and he calls himself Antonis,

He meets every Saturday and Sunday at 7pm,

Appear in the innermost row of vacant classrooms on the right side of the third floor and perform some actions similar to doing experiments or alchemy. He will continue until nine o'clock. If you can attract his attention, he will definitely teach you about

Knowledge related to alchemy."

After hearing what Mrs. Pince said, Sean was curious about how she knew about this, but he didn't say much. Mrs. Pince never liked getting close to students. Sean originally thought that she, like Filch, hated students.

Yes, but now it seems that she should be closer to social fear.

"Thank you, Mrs. Pince, you helped me a lot."

"It doesn't matter, I just...I just have one more word to say."

Having said this, Mrs. Pince seemed to have completed her task. She immediately turned away from Sean and continued to organize books in a deserted place.

Sean looked from a distance and saw Mrs. Pingsi breathing a sigh of relief as she was back alone again.

And I have become much more comfortable,

It seems that there must be social fear.

As for why a sociopath who doesn’t like to interact with students on weekdays,

will come to me suddenly,

And offered to help...

Sean feels that there are always some particularly lovable people in this world. Obviously, he is such a person. He is naturally lovable and makes people have the urge to help him. This is something Sean himself cannot control.

At nightfall, Sean looked at the time and had dinner in advance. Then at 6:50, he was sitting at the desk in the innermost room of the vacant classroom on the third floor. He even had time to use a clean up table.

, remove all dust and debris in the classroom.

At seven o'clock sharp.

A middle-aged male ghost who looked very thin and haggard suddenly appeared from the door of the classroom, stood near the podium, and began to perform without physical objects. Sean could tell that he should be doing experiments or using

Alchemy, he also tried to talk to him several times, but all failed.

After trying, Sean sat on the chair helplessly.

After much thought, I simply took out my alchemy book and started reading it.

While looking at it, Sean was drawing something on the scratch paper. It looked like an alchemy array. One picture and two. Sean had drawn a lot of alchemy arrays. When he was about to continue, a soft and a little hoarse voice came out.

A voice suddenly sounded next to Sean.

"The alchemy arrays you drew are too rough. Alchemy is a very delicate subject. It can even be independent of magic and not included in magic. It is almost like another system, so it is not the same as when you use magic to wave a wand.

The trajectories are different. Roughly correct is wrong in alchemy. In alchemy, there is only complete correctness. I hope you can understand this truth."

Sean looked up at the ghost Antonis who appeared beside him at some unknown time. He knew that it was his act of drawing the alchemy array that attracted him. When he saw this, he immediately said: "Hello, Mr. Antonis, I am Hogwarts."

student, my name is Sean Bursted, I would like to ask you about alchemy, is it possible?"

When Antonis heard what Sean said, he looked at the notes in Sean's hand, reached out and tapped the notes lightly, and the notes immediately opened. Just like that, Antonis watched quietly, while Sean waited without saying a word.

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It wasn't until Antonis read all of Sean's notes that he nodded slowly and said in a hoarse but very soft voice: "You are a very talented child, but you don't have the guidance of a famous teacher, so your

The notes are full of some very simple but very common mistakes. I will start from the beginning and correct some of the mistakes and bad habits you made during your self-study. I hope you can study with me seriously."

Is this a promise?!

Sean looked at Antonis, his face lit up, and he wanted to say something.

But at this moment, he heard Antonis speak again: "I can teach you alchemy, but at the same time, I need you to do something."

I knew it wasn't that easy!

When ghosts are alive, they always have unresolved wishes.

Obviously Antonis is no exception, and it can be seen from his non-physical performance that he comes here at a fixed time every day to conduct experimental research. Antonis' threatening desire, or obsession, is definitely much greater than other ghosts!

Thinking of this, Sean asked tentatively: "Mr. Antonis, I wonder if you can tell me what you want me to do?"

Looking at Sean, Antonis smiled and nodded, and said as gently and gently as before: "This is my fault. I should explain these things to you in advance, so that you can weigh whether

You really want to learn alchemy from me.

In fact, things are easy to say and difficult to say. When I died, I was conducting a research and my paper was halfway published. However, due to some special reasons, I died before the research was completed. Although I

Therefore, I became a ghost and continued to exist, but the ghost only had knowledge from my lifetime. I had memories, but I could not continue to study or research, so my research stalled and the papers I published were interrupted midway.

My request is that you continue my research and complete it!

Do you agree?"