Chapter 182 181: Timetable, start
On the corridor.
No one was heard between Rizim and the nightingale.
When they expressed their opinions around Ian, Ian had already come to the office of the professor of alchemy, and Nick Lame's office's door of Biushing Kim's office should find a lot.
This is probably that Nick Lames does not refuse to advice from students, and even not even hesitated to take their own time, and spend on those students who are not so talented.
His teaching policy is obviously different from the previous alchemy professor Arthur Kim, and he does not have different tendencies and education methods for students with different talents.
to be honest.
The evaluation of Professor Arthur Kim, who suddenly resigned, really belongs to the two levels of differentiation. Among those groups with no such excellent talents, there is far from Nick Lame's teaching evaluation.
In fact, if you think about it, you can understand it, like "None of it?" "Isn't it easy to understand?" In the eyes of not so outstanding groups, it may really feel a bit ridiculous.
Ian understands Jin Run very well, but from the perspective of the professional attitude towards the profession of teachers, Nick Lame is indeed more serious and responsible than Jin Run.
"ε ~"
In front of anyone who could find, Ian gently knocked on the wooden door. He did not hear the movement in the office. Obviously Nick Lames did not conduct any dangerous experiments.
"ε ~"
After waiting for no one to respond, Ian sounded the door of the office again. He believed that Nick Lame was not sleeping, after all, the old man in his seventh or eighty years had nothing to sleep.
Not to mention the hundred -year -old activated stone ... Ian is not the first time to come to Nick Lemon in the middle of the night, so he has a certain understanding of Nick Lame's biological clock.
No.
After he knocked the door several times in a row, there was a footsteps in the door. Soon, this footsteps approached the door, and then someone twisted the movement of the door handle.
"Strange ... the automatic switch device of the door is faulty?" Ian, who came to Nick Lemon's office many times, just rose such a slightly confusing speculation.
Next moment.
Open the door.
He finally understood why -of course, what was damaged by Nick Lame's device, but the person in the room was not Nick Lame, who had room authority.
"Harry.
When Ian saw the door open, his expression looked slightly. Yes, yes, the figure where this door opened after opening was the savior of the Slytherin Academy.
Black hairstyle was bright, slightly messy hair, covering the scars on his forehead. Even if he went to Slytherin, Harry Potter did not seem to adapt to the compliments of others' identity of his savior.
"Good evening, Ian ..." Harry Potter was obviously stunned after seeing Ian, but he quickly returned to God, scratching his head to say hello to Ian.
"Good evening, Harry, isn't it the rest time, how can you be in the office of Professor Nick Lamem?" Ian looked at Harry Potter in surprise.
The savior who did not go to Gryffindor didn't follow the rules than studying at Gryffindor College. Now this time is that senior students dare not wander around casually.
Not to mention this year, no, it is just a freshman who has just entered school tonight ... This kind of little wizard Ian has seen two, one is Harry Potter in front of him, one is Rizom who had just met.
Even he was not so "bold"!
Facing Ian's suspicious eyes.
Harry Potter's expression became more and more embarrassed. "In fact, I originally pulled the toilet in the bedroom, and then I was forced to go to the toilet in the corridor to continue diarrhea."
"I met Professor Le Mei there. He said that he was more interested in my scars, so I followed him to his office to assist him in research." Harry Potter obviously died of this kind of social death. The scene was difficult to open up, and after speaking, I couldn't help but justify my situation.
"I think I must eat too much during the dinner." He emphasized his situation, and washed his buttocks, and he threw the pot to his toilet to his stomach.
at the same time.
This guy also explains that he, as a first -year freshman, appeared in the office of Nick Lame, who had only provided courses to senior students.
"..."
to be honest.
Ian didn't care about Harry Potter at all. He was curious about whether the scar on Harry Potter's forehead, whether Master Nick Lames identified Harry Potter's Horcatan identity.
"What does Professor Le Mei say?"
He asked tentatively.
Harry Potter shook his head a little blankly.
"Professor Le Mei hasn't said it yet. He was called away by President Dumbledore, let me wait for him in his office." The tone of Mr. Savior had a helpless feeling.
I knew he had been waiting in this office for a long time. Perhaps because he was too sleepy, he fell asleep. From the speed he opened the door to Ian and the shit at the corner of his eyes, he could see this.
"Well, let's wait together, I have something to consult with our alchemy professor." Ian stepped into Nick Lame's office at this time.
Compared with the previous semester.
Nick Lame's office has undergone a lot.
The light in the room is soft and warm, and it is derived from a chandelier inlaid with micr -ray gemstones on the ceiling. They emit soft but not dazzling light, illuminating the entire space, but cleverly retain the mystery. The walls are covered with various alchemy manuscripts, ancient maps, and scrolls depicting strange symbols.
In the center of the room, a huge oak desk is placed, and several open books are scattered on the table. The pages are mixed with dry plant specimens and ore fragments that are flashing strange light.
There is also a set of exquisite alchemy equipment on the desk, including silver, exquisite test tube racks, and various burning bottles and mortar. They are either yellow or brand new. Research -unfortunately, Ian did not understand this part.
Although he is no longer low in alchemy, there is a big gap with Nick Lame.
"Professor Nick Lemi said that you are his best student." After Harry Potter closed the door, he followed Ian and walked back to the central area of ββthe office.
He felt a little curious in his tone.
"It's okay, I am a little talented in alchemy." Ian didn't seize this opportunity to blew, because his eyes were attracted by another thing in the office.
I only see.
The huge instrument stands there.
The instrument panels that lack the pointer are clear and bright.
This is of course the clock that Ian once brought back from the blurred illusion. Now it looks a lot of brand new. Perhaps Nick Lame is studying how to repair it throughout the summer vacation.
I just don't know what steps for maintenance. "Do you know what this is?" Harry Potter noticed Ian's sight. In fact, he was curious about this big clock that occupied a lot of area.
"If I didn't guess it wrong, it was a clock." Ian's answer was completely different from the answer. Normal people could see what this thing was.
Even if Harry Potter has a high degree of myopia, he does not have myopia to the degree of blindness, and the past that lived in his aunt's house does not affect his basic awareness of things.
"I want to ask, do you know what is useful?" Harry Potter did not talk about Ian's answer, but chose to reflect on the use of your previous words.
He obviously thought that the little wizard understood his wrong question -or not to say that it was a kind Harry. He would rather believe that he was not clear enough or unwilling to believe that Ian was a senior who had no schedule.
"As you can see, a clock, it is of course ..." Ian also wanted to publish some nonsense literature, but he was curious and he did not control his hand.
While talking, he raised his hand to touch the big clock. It is precisely because of this owed behavior that he originally intended to tease Harry Potter to stop abruptly.
no way.
It's not that Ian wants to stop.
But he couldn't stop.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
Although there was nothing like to be held up with his throat, he still encountered an unexpected situation -before the ancient and mysterious bell, his magic was surging like a looting Mustang, without warning. Directed by an invisible force, madly poured into the huge, quaint clock in front.
"What's going on?"
As Ian's magic was inhaled, the surface of the bell suddenly bloomed with bright runes, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky, and a warm and strong light instantly wrapped the entire package of Ian.
At this moment, the world of Ian seemed to be isolated, and I only felt like I was in a brand new dimension. Everything around me was changing tremendous changes in an unspeakable way.
Even Harry Potter, who was not far away, disappeared into his field of vision. Everything around him was so chaotic, which was slightly similar to the feeling that Ian experienced at a blurry night.
certainly.
There are also differences.
It's just that the difference is very unprecedented.
Ian didn't know how to describe such experience.
He just frowned.
"I'm going to be pulled into a blurred illusion?" The little wizard felt the magic of being trapped in his body. He began to try to control his magic to prevent him from flowing to the big clock.
How to say.
Perhaps the little wizard's control of his magic is really strong enough, or it may be that the magic of the big clock has reached the threshold, so he gradually retrieved the control of magic.
"Huh ~"
The little wizard was relieved.
In his perception.
The magic fluctuation on the big clock began to weaken.
As those bright runes slowly extinguished, the visions around them gradually disappeared, and the flowing and energy that shrouded in Ian slowly dissipated.
"This magic activity consumes a lot for me. I put it for an hour of Avada plague for an hour in a row. It is estimated that it is not so much consumption." Ian covered a slightly dizzy head.
He is a little fortunate that his magic is not overdrawn, and he is really annoyed that he should not be cheap. He wants to touch a alchemist who is still being repaired.
"Harry?"
Seeing everything around Ian was clear, I just wanted to negotiate some problems to conceal the facts with Harry, but I found that I couldn't find the savior in my vision.
Don't say Harry Potter.
Even the entire office seemed to have changed dramatically.
"What ghost!" Ian was surprised to find that he was no longer the original place, but was in a alchemy classroom full of mystery and fantasy.
This alchemy classroom is spacious and bright. There are several ancient magic chandeliers hanging on the high ceiling, exuding soft and warm light, and the entire room is bright. The walls are inlaid with various strange runes and alchemy patterns. They seem to have life, flashing mysterious light under the weak light.
In the center of the classroom, a huge alchemy workbench is filled with various precious materials, test tubes, cups and complex alchemy devices.
There is a mixed aroma of herbal medicine and metal in the air.
"It's right here!" Ian couldn't help looking out of the window. The rainstorms were still on the outside. The shaking trees and environments showed that he did not cross to the new world and new areas.
"I have entered Hogwarts' Line World?" Ian looked around, full of surprise and curiosity. He gently pushed open the door and walked out of this fantasy alchemy classroom.
A familiar corridor came on the face.
Those ancient portraits and magic decorations are still placed on both sides of the corridor, and they quietly stare at everyone who pass by. However, although the corridor looks no different from the past, Ian feels a subtle change that is indescribable, as if the whole world has a subtle change in the moment he was shrouded in light.
It is difficult to describe feelings.
Or it can be said that it is just a simple intuition.
"These murals are still those people, and there is no monster that has become an osmotic ... Maybe it's not the world?" Ian always felt that this Hogwarts was not normal.
He took out his magic wand slightly vigilant.
And at this time.
"Little guy over there, what do you do not sleep at night? Hmm? Hogwarts has your figure?" A mild and slightly majestic voice suddenly sounded in the ear of the little wizard.
From behind.
Ian immediately turned back.
He saw ... those deep blue eyes.
Albus. Dumbledore.
Young version.
[PS: Marriage, talk about collapse, extended until the day after tomorrow, 8,000 words changed 16
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