Hogwarts: wand in left hand, dragon-patterned mace in right hand

Chapter 32

Today's class is Professor Sprout's.

Sicheng and Hermione arrived early in the herbal medicine classroom.

Here's what it looks like in a greenhouse.

There are four classrooms in total.

However, the young wizards in the first year will only be in class in Room 1.

This room is also filled with some common magical plants.

But there are also individual ones that are dangerous.

For example, this devil's vine that entangles Ron.

This plant will actively entangle any creature that comes close.

The more you struggle, the stronger the winding.

Only flames can dispel them.

It's a pity that Ron, who can't even use the lock picking spell until now, how can he know this knowledge.

"Oh dear, don't move, it won't hurt you. "

When Professor Sprout noticed the situation, he hurriedly ran over and said.

But the panicked Ron could not listen to Professor Sprout.

The struggle is even more intense.

"Hahaha! Weasley, you're a disgrace to the purebloods. "

Malfoy scoffed.

Sicheng didn't go to see this farce, he was under the cover of Hermione, loading a medicinal herb that was not very common on the market into the spirit weapon space.

"Sicheng, Professor Sprout is here!".

Hermione gave Sicheng a gentle nudge.

Hearing this, Si Cheng hurriedly turned around and left the position just now when no one was paying attention.

Sprout's brow furrowed slightly as he walked through the area.

Then he walked away quickly.

Professor Sprout didn't know what he thought, but he knew too well what Hermione thought.

"Sicheng, how can you do this, you are stealing!".

Sicheng couldn't refute either, there was nothing wrong with what Hermione said, she was indeed stealing.

But the wizard's thing is called stealing!

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm taking it, and I'm taking it with my ability. "

Looking at Sicheng's posture of a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, Hermione knew that she couldn't talk about him.

But if she goes to the teacher and exposes him.

Hermione still couldn't do it.

Soon, the herbal medicine class was over.

Because I secretly picked some of Professor Sprout's herbs.

So I don't dare to be too outstanding.

Just silently attending class.

It was only after the events of the previous night that Professor Sprout noticed the little wizard who had caught the attention of all the deans.

As he walked down the hallway, Sicheng heard a young wizard who was in contact with him say that Professor Quirrell had asked for sick leave from the school.

Defence Against the Dark Arts class was taught by Dumbledore himself.

It's really cool!

When Sicheng heard that Dumbledore was substitute for Defence Against the Dark Arts class, he felt sorry for Snape for a while.

You know, Snape has long wanted to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Almost every year, Dumbledore never agreed.

This time he knocked Quirrell away, thinking that Professor Snape would get what he wanted.

Who knew that Dumbledore didn't talk about martial arts, but actually taught it himself.

Then Dumbledore's class should be better than Quirrell's teaching!

After all, when Quirrell was in class, he smelled of garlic.

Every time, Sicheng felt that he should light a fire and have a barbecue meeting.

At lunchtime, Sicheng received a letter from the principal's office.

Mr. Highwin.

Please come to the principal's office after lunchtime, I have something to ask you.

―Albus Dumbledore

The password is bomb candy!

Hermione looked at the letter in Sicheng's hand and couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Sicheng, is Headmaster Dumbledore looking for you because of what happened last night?".

Sicheng nodded and said:

"It should be, after all, it's such a thing as hunting unicorns, and Headmaster Dumbledore will definitely pay attention to it. "

"It's okay, I'll come back when I go. "

As he spoke, Sicheng took out a notebook, handed it to Hermione and said

"This is Professor Snape's Potions note, show you. "

Then Sicheng drank the orange juice from the cup and turned away from the table.

Hermione looked at the notebook in her hand, a smile on her lips.

After eating pasta in three or two, he also left the auditorium.

Pansy Parkinson looked at Hermione's back as she left and viciously took a bite of the sausage on the fork.

"Hermione Granger, I'll definitely let Hygwyn know who's the best fit for him!".

Draco, who was not far away, also looked at Hermione's back with an indignant expression.

He also heard what Si Cheng said just now.

That's Professor Snape's Potions notes!

You must know that he is not qualified to get this godson, but he was given to a little witch by that guy from Hagwin.

How unreasonable!

Malfoy felt he should tell his godfather about it.

Maybe the godfather will give that notebook to himself.

Thinking of this, Malfoy felt that the barbecue in his hand was not so fragrant.

Dropping the roast, he walked towards Professor Snape's office with two of his attendants.

Unfortunately, Professor Snape was not in his office at this time.

He was now in the principal's office listening to Sicheng's story.

When he heard the man flying in the air with black mist all over his body, he felt his wrist heat up a little.

Dumbledore was still smiling, but his eyes gleamed with wisdom.

He was analyzing Sicheng's words.

It's not that he doesn't trust Sicheng, it's that a mysterious wizard who can defeat a unicorn head-on how could he be defeated by a newly enrolled little wizard!

Well, don't say it, Sicheng's magic is growing very quickly!

In the past half a month, his magic power has increased by at least about two percent.

Dumbledore's gaze looked at Sicheng through the moon glasses.

It's a bit strange that such a rapid increase in mana!

It seems that Sicheng has a secret!

But now was not the time to say that, Dumbledore suppressed his thoughts and looked at Sicheng.

"Mr. Highwin, I heard Harry say that you have seized that mysterious wizard's wand. "

"I wonder if you can show me. "

When Sicheng heard this, he sighed in his heart.

It seems that this wand room can't be hidden.

Is that really what Harry said, though?

I'm afraid it's this old man who is not ashamed to use the god to read for himself!

"Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore. "

As he spoke, Sicheng put his hand into the wizard's robe.

Take the opportunity to take out that wand from the spirit space.

After pulling it out, Sicheng handed the wand to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the wand in his hand, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Each wand has a certain amount of mana fluctuations.

But he obviously didn't feel the excess magic fluctuations on Sicheng's body just now.

So how did this wand come about?

Could it be that Sicheng has alchemy props to isolate magic power?

In the moment when Sicheng didn't know it, his image in Dumbledore's mind was a little more mysterious.

There are also many alchemy props in the wizarding world that are isolated from magic, but the magic of the props themselves can make Dumbledore not feel them, and there are almost none.

Dumbledore didn't care, though.

It's all trivial, it's your own ability that matters.

He has the self-confidence to suppress everything.

As the saying goes:

I, Albus Dumbledore!

Even if he is holding the Dark Lord (Gellert Grindelwald) with one hand!

Foot on Voldemort (Tom Marvolo Riddle)!

Still invincible in the world!

Dumbledore put away his wand and asked

"Mr. Highwin, I felt a powerful spell at the scene, it seems to be a kind of black magic, did you cast it?".

When Si Cheng heard this, his heart tightened.

Could it be that Dumbledore noticed that his blackened blade was gone?