The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

"Anton, am I very useless." Neville looked frustrated.

"Why do you say that?" Anton took the teacup from George. During the relaxing time after the exam, everyone often chatted leisurely on the sofa on the second floor.

"Harry and the others are going to travel at night, I'll stop them, Gryffindor has been deducted to the bottom, we can't deduct any more." Neville sighed, "As a result, I was released by Hermione's 'All Petrification' '."

"I know I can do this spell myself."

Ever since Neville entered the wizarding school and got on the train, Hermione has been his good friend, eager to help him and stop others from laughing at him. How happy he is to have such a friend.

As a result, he was knocked to the ground by the opponent's curse.

"Hey, it's nothing, the magic spell is too powerful, we can't fight like waving fists, you come and I go." George comforted.

"Indeed, we pay attention to a timing, obviously you missed the opportunity." Fred shrugged.

Hannah handed the teacup to Neville and patted him on the shoulder, "You still want to consider Hermione a friend, right?"

Neville thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"She's just stubborn, I..." Neville pursed his lips, "I always hoped that I would become a person like her, smart, powerful, dare to think and do."

"No!" Anton shook his finger, "You're wrong about that."

He stared at Neville. "Never think about who you are?"

Neville looked up dumbly.

"Be yourself! Dig out your own inner desires, dig out your inner strength, and savor what you want. Your thoughts are very important to you."

"Look, they wouldn't have such troubles."

Neville stared blankly at each one.

Fred shrugged. "There will always be people who hate us..."

George shrugged, "...think we're too selfish."

Hannah smiled slightly, "Although I'm not good enough, I've always only done what I like."

Anton spread his hands, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"You lack experience, so you have to squeeze it hard and let yourself out of the strongest desire."

Oh, Anton, he is sometimes a good teacher and friend, and sometimes he is really hurt, Neville instantly regained his energy, shrank back on the sofa, and stared at him closely, "What are you doing? "

Anton smiled, his white teeth flickering in the sun.

"Rune snake, I think this thing has a great use, although I haven't figured out how to use it yet."

"Maybe we can build a snake den for runes next to the hut."

"I need you to catch all the runes crawling everywhere at Hogwarts, and I need you to go to the forbidden forest and catch some of the runes that are flooding in to maintain the ecological balance."

"Grab..." Neville swallowed, "Grab the rune?"

Anton nodded sincerely, "Maybe you will be called..."

"Snake hunter?"

"warrior……"

"Yes!" Anton raised his eyebrows, "So... do you dare?"

"Why don't you go catch it?" Neville instantly grasped the point.

ohh~

Neville, you have changed!

You have evolved!

Not as foolish as before!

Anton shrugged helplessly, "We have too much to do, I need to make a pocket miniature broom for our 'comeback' war chess, go to the library to find books on wizard chess, and study your home information sent."

George and Fred glanced at each other, "We need to draw a map and make a model, especially the underground tunnel of Hogwarts Castle, which is very difficult to check."

Hannah held up the thick notepad in her hand, "I just started writing the background of my story."

"..."

Neville thought for a while, "Okay! I'll go!"

He stood up abruptly, pulled out his wand, thought about it, and looked at everyone, "Snake Catcher?"

Everyone nodded in unison.

Anton waved his arms, "Come on, my old man, Hogwarts is waiting for your rescue!"

"Okay!" Neville looked resolute, flicked his wizard's robe lightly, and walked downstairs vigorously, walking quickly towards Hogwarts Castle, one step at a time.

"Haha." An Dong leaned against the window and glanced, "Look, you won't be thinking blindly when you're busy."

The other three had already fallen on the sofa laughing.

Oh **** ho, brave Neville, warrior, come on!

...

...

"Broomsticks?" Snape frowned at Anton. "I remember you said you hated Quidditch."

Anton shook his head, "It's different, riding on a broom to compete and commanding a chess puppet to compete on a broom are two different things."

He opened his fingers and gestured for ten centimeters, "It only needs to be this big."

Snape still frowned, "I don't understand broomsticks very well, you should ask Mrs. Hooch."

"She is indeed very skilled at flying a broom, but making a broom..." Anton looked at Snape sincerely, "I think it would be more reliable to find you."

"Really?" Snape's mouth twitched slightly.

oh~

Quirrell, who dared to steal his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, died, and since that day, his mood has been extraordinarily good.

Even knowing that Voldemort really appeared, he couldn't stop feeling good.

Let you steal my defense class.

Therefore, it was rare to have some leisurely feelings, and Snape felt that he could join in the fun with Anton.

"What do you think, you know, we don't have the technology for broomsticks."

"It's like this." Anton took out a notepad, "My teacher, Fiennes, he has a very powerful theory, the Oneness of Potions and Curses."

"I actually proved the theory to be correct."

"So I'm going to turn the floating spell into a potion and make a potion that can make things fly."

Snape fell into deep thought, "Fiennes did mention this theory to me, but his ghost state is difficult to communicate with, I can only listen to him, he doesn't understand the knowledge I'm talking about, and we can't form a discussion."

"Floating Charm... Turned into a potion?"

Old Si is worthy of being a teacher, and he found the entry point in an instant, "Oak is very adaptable to potions, which can reduce the difficulty of research!"

"The sap of poison tentacles has a unique uncertainty that may provide the effect of a levitating spell."

"The poison of the aconite has a strong perception adaptability to the magic power of the wizard, and can provide a connection for the manipulation and command of similar activated objects."

"Mistletoe berries..."

"..."

There are many truths in this world. There are things like wizard chess that George Fred once offered to consider using household magic spells. They often watch their mother instruct the pots and pans to wash themselves, and instruct the wool to knit into sweaters by themselves.

Neville and Hannah also have their own opinions.

But these are their paths.

Anton has always been on the road of integration of magic and potion.

Studying war chess is an interesting thing, and your studies should not be wasted because of this. He combines the two interestingly.

"If we detoxify the Aconitum niger, can a stable connection channel be formed." Anton asked questions while taking notes.

"Detoxing an herb that uses its highly toxic properties..." Snape frowned again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He had never considered this direction.

This theory, as if you told a shoemaker, let's thin the soles or even don't want them, is inexplicable.

But a very unique idea.

"Maybe!" Snape's eyes lit up, and he waved his arms, the cauldrons and herbs flying from the office shelf, and jumping onto his lab bench.

"It's an interesting attempt." Snape was clearly delighted. "Looks like you really learned a lot from me."

An Dong smiled slightly, rarely shy.

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