Chapter 31: No time to explain! Get in the coffin quickly!
The sun rises and the moon sets, time flows.
Hogsmeade seems to always be so peaceful and peaceful.
The trees outside the village have lush branches and leaves, and the tree trunks are wrapped with vines called years. Ian is carrying the ax he just bought and is constantly cutting down a tree that is not too thick.
"Little Ian, do you need my help?"
The owner of Mrs. Puddifu's teahouse, Mrs. Puddifu happened to be returning from outside the village at this time. She was fat and had shiny black hair on the back of her head.
Seeing the little Ian cutting down trees, the tea shop owner did not reprimand him. Instead, he took out his wand and asked Ian with a smile.
"Miss Puddifu, please excuse me, I really need your help." Not only did Ian underestimate his talent for black magic, he also overestimated his physical ability in his early teens.
Who would have thought that it was just a tree, and it had not fallen down after half an hour of cutting it down. This was not only because the ax was too small, but also because Ian did not have the strength and physical ability of an adult.
“Your mouth is still so sweet.”
Mrs. Puddifu was very satisfied with Ian's name for her. In fact, from the way she decorated her teahouse with girlish colors, it was not difficult to see some of the inner thoughts of this fat witch.
"Do you need me to help you break it into small pieces?"
Mrs. Puddieffe did not recite a spell, she just waved her wand gently, and the gap made by the felling of the tree broke. , and then the application of the floating spell suspended it in mid-air.
“If possible, I would like pieces of wood.”
Ian looked at the spectacle in front of him with some envy.
These wizards who can live near Hogwarts and open shops may not be amazing masters, but they can definitely be regarded as the elite among wizards.
"As you wish."
Mrs. Puddieff flicked her wand, and the original trees began to split, and finally turned into neatly arranged wooden boards, neatly stacked. Put it in front of Ian.
“You are really a master of magic!”
Ian admired sincerely.
"Hahahaha, I used to be number one in my grade."
Mrs. Padiff showed off proudly.
“I really hope I can be as good as you.”
Ian quickly gave him a compliment, making Mrs. Puddieff smile from ear to ear, the smile of a fat witch The voice is grand but not artificial, and it has the feeling of a heroic woman.
“Hufflepuff will definitely welcome you.”
Mrs. Puddieff reveals the college she once attended.
"I also hope that I can become an outstanding Hufflepuff." Ian has always spoken to others, but in fact, he has no resistance to studying in Hufflepuff.
Who doesn’t like to live next to the kitchen and eat hot pot when you want and beef when you want?
"Do you need me to help you take these boards back?"
Mrs. Puddieff was very happy, so she immediately became more enthusiastic.
"The journey is not far, I can take it back in batches...it's also a kind of exercise." Ian didn't want to trouble others too much, so he took out his wand and chanted a spell on part of the board.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Ian's spell was successfully released, causing part of the board to levitate, and his panels also changed accordingly.
[Successfully cast the floating spell, magic proficiency +3]
If you have excellent talent in black magic, your talent in other magics cannot be inferior. After all, black magic is also It is a type of magic.
certainly.
After all, the time for learning is too short.
Just the first level [Levitation Spell] cannot help Ian control objects that are too heavy.
“What a commendable spell.”
Mrs. Puddifer watched Ian so cautiously control a part of the floating plank to walk towards the village, and she also said to Ian sincerely. An unexpected surprise.
"You will definitely become an outstanding wizard in the future."
This is Mrs. Pudif's inner view now. After all, it is not difficult to successfully cast the [Levitation Curse], but it definitely requires certain skills to be able to maintain it like this. difficulty.
Not to mention a young wizard who has not yet entered school.
Even many young wizards who have reached second grade cannot do it.
"I hope so too, thank you for your help."
Ian devoted himself wholeheartedly to the control of the magic spell. He made a goodbye gesture to Mrs. Puddifer with his other hand, and carefully began to walk towards the direction of the cabin.
The house arranged by Snape was originally on the edge of the village.
The distance is not far either.
Along the way.
[Successfully maintain the floating spell, magic proficiency +1]
Ian gained another improvement in his proficiency - after going back and forth four or five times, he finally brought all the wooden boards back to the cabin. but.
Now he still lacks a shovel, deodorant, plastic sheeting, and most importantly, nails.
……
Hogwarts.
Head of Slytherin's office.
Snape looked very ugly.
As the Potions Professor of Hogwarts and the world-famous Potions Master, today, like those stupid Gryffindors, he drank a dose of extremely simple blessings. Elixir!
“It’s all Dumbledore’s fault!”
Snape’s sleep has not been good recently. It is precisely for this reason that he missed the mixing time of the Felixir today. As for a potion that is supposed to be perfect, it is doomed to have irreparable flaws.
Snape blamed Dumbledore for this mistake. The reason was simple. He couldn't sleep because of what Dumbledore had said to him a few days ago.
"It's not that he needs you, but that you need him."
Although Snape had already angrily scolded Dumbledore for talking nonsense, this sentence has become more and more popular these days. , has been lingering in Snape's mind and cannot be dispelled.
"I don't need anyone!"
Snape still believed this.
But he also knows.
If you want to get rid of the nightmare that haunts you, you must do something to prove yourself.
So.
Looking at the elixir that was no longer perfect and was still brewing, Snape's expression kept changing. After a long time, he finally put on his coat as if he had made up his mind.
That robe never seems to be washed.
"If you can't even take care of yourself, how can you talk about learning magic..."
Snape seemed to be trying to make up for his neglect these days. He hurried out of the office and met someone who was checking some equipment along the way. Argus Filch.
He is the caretaker of Hogwarts, patrolling at night, and thinks he is the squib of the Dean of Students - a guy who may be considered pitiful, but definitely not worthy of pity.
"Good morning, Professor Snape."
Filch was always very enthusiastic when facing the professor.
However.
Snape didn't even look at him.
Straight past him.
The smile on Filch's face became a little embarrassed, and he didn't dare to break out. He only dared to mumble and hug his cat and continue his work after Snape walked away.
“I hope he hasn’t starved to death yet.”
Snape came to Hogsmeade.
Standing in front of the cabin.
He didn't need a key, he took out the magic spell and easily opened the locked door... It was locked three times? Snape was a little puzzled by the caution of the people living inside.
The security in Hogsmeade Village has always been good.
He raised his legs and walked in expressionlessly.
The next moment.
The Slytherin Dean of Hogwarts immediately understood why the door was locked three times. His face, which had never changed for thousands of years, was also a lot deformed because he couldn't hold it tight.
"What are you doing!!?"
Snape's tone became as sharp as an oboe.
It’s not his fault.
Because he saw a scene that was unbelievable to him, and he had never thought that he would see it in this small wooden house - a very big hole was dug out in the ground of the room!
A little wizard was lying on a crooked, makeshift coffin, trying hard to stuff two rotten corpses into the coffin.
Inside the dilapidated house.
There are three or four scattered corpses with varying degrees of decay, just lying there quietly - damn! This could be a horrifying scene seen in Hogsmeade! ?
"Mr. Prince!"
Snape's face turned livid.
Seeing the little wizard raising his head in horror, he even tore off the arm of a corpse due to the sudden fright, which made his face even more livid.
"I need an explanation for not sending you to Azkaban!!"
This was almost a rant.
(End of this chapter)