Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 47 She Should Give Students More Trust

After teaching the two of them the little spell, and getting a promise to come and help Dump then, William returned to Ravenclaw Tower.

"What kind of weather is worst for mice?"

Griphook asked the question.

"When it rains heavily."

William had the answer.

"correct answer."

Griphook squeaked and was about to turn the door over to let William in.

"Wait, Griphook, let me ask you a question too.

If you can't answer it, can you stop asking questions to keep me in? "

William called to Griphook.

He wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect that the half-open door would suddenly get stuck, and then he turned back, "Go ahead and ask."

said the soft woman.

"What's the best thing to ask?"

William was a little hesitant - Griphook's frankness made him dispel his original idea of ​​using advanced numbers and line substitutions to make things difficult for her.

He had an idea.

"Let's say there's a ship, and it's called Theseus.

The ship has been at sea for so long that every time a plank breaks, the crew replaces it.Finally comes the day when everything on this ship has been replaced at least once, so is it still the same Theseus? "

William asked a question.

This is a classic philosophical discussion.

Griphook said nothing.

"If it is, it doesn't have any of its original planks—but if it doesn't, then since when has it not been that ship?"

William slowly made up the last knife.

He waited quietly, and after a while, Griphook suddenly turned around without saying a word, and opened the door to the common room for William.

Immediately in front of the eye was an oval brown and white cat bug - Gable was lying on the crown of the hapless marble Ravenclaw statue, with his big tail and half of his ass pointing towards the door.

"Sorry, he didn't mean to."

William walked over, took Gable off the statue's head, and whispered to the aggrieved statue who looked like he was about to cry—Gable in his sleep also snotted lightly, as if Like to agree with what he said.

He lay down on the bed.

"Strike. Tactics stop the opposing Chaser
Damn Quaffle"

Jimmy was talking nonsense.

The evening wind beat against the windows.

William also fell asleep.

The night passed quickly.

To be honest, even though William was mentally preparing himself for a busy day, he realized that he had made a ghost of his preparation.

He got up early and started writing letters. At first, he wrote each letter by hand, and then Penello, who was still confused, and Jimmy, the hard worker who had just finished training, also joined in, and copied a large number of written letters with magic spells. Letters of the same content.

Professor Dumbledore readily agreed to William's request to use the house elves - although probably in Dumbledore's mind, William wanted to use them to use the disappearing spell and the like to help him speed up the process of digging the hole .

"These letters are addressed to architects
These are for equipment dealers
These are for shops that sell potions
These are for magazine editors.
Have you remembered it all?
And Lalo, you have to go to Gringotts first, and you should be able to find a phone there. According to my number, you can ask the goblin to help you dial it.

Gold Galleons always work if they don't want to. "

William handed the prepared letters and some gold and silver coins to Lalo and the other house-elves, and told them carefully over and over again.

For Merlin's sake, the house-elves felt that their already not-so-small heads had grown even bigger.

"You go to contact this guy named Scott, don't say anything about magic. If he dares not agree, he threatens that I will liquidate."

William had given his stockbroker the task of helping to find an architect in England—although he was in New York, there were always acquaintances in town who could help.

After arranging all this, William stepped on the clock and came to the classroom of the herbal medicine class.

"Mr. Buffalo, I was worried you were lost."

Professor Sprout said to him kindly.

The Head of Hufflepuff wears a battered and patched hat, her hair is wild and flamboyant, her fingernails are full of mud, and that kind smile makes people feel uncomfortable at first glance. Feel good about it.

She led them through the relatively safe greenhouses in front, and walked to a position near the middle.

In this class, William and the others, led by Professor Sprout, learned about a plant called the Babo tuber - in a way that was very hard to please.

Rather than saying that Babo tubers are a kind of plant, it is better to say that they are large black slugs emerging from the soil. They have been wriggling slightly, and there are many shiny big bulges on their bodies.

"For Merlin's sake"

Penello put on dragon leather gloves and muttered silently—William could swear that her whole body trembled when she stretched out her hands to those liquid-filled bulges.

But I have to say, squeezing these bulges hard, watching them explode and ooze pus, made William feel a very subtle and somewhat embarrassing relief.

They spent an entire class squeezing the bumps and collecting the yellow-green, pungent gasoline-smelling liquid that oozes from the shattered ones.

"On the bright side, at least the ichor from these babo tubers can be used to make potions, and you can use it to cure stubbornness. Nothing."

After class, Jimmy took a long breath and said.

His voice was getting quieter, because Penello was staring at him with extremely dangerous eyes.

"You think I might need it."

Penello lowered his head slightly, looking at the unlucky Jimmy—until he swallowed the rest of the unfinished words back into his throat, and shook his head desperately.

"Penello, of course you don't need those things, but Professor Sprout should also give her students a little more trust - she acts as if I can do anything."

William expressed his indignation.

As they passed the first few greenhouses after class, Sprout kept his eyes fixed on him, like a stealthy thief.

"Professor Sprout will of course trust the students, she is the head of Hufflepuff! But William, you shouldn't mention to her that you want to get some herbs to taste."

Penello glanced at him.

"I've been told that these herbs have a pretty good flavor when handled properly."

The person William was referring to was naturally a certain "senior".

While talking, they had already passed through the foyer and came to the auditorium—most of the students had already arrived, sitting around the long table, waiting for lunch to appear.

"Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is very special. To be honest, I really didn't expect him to know so much about Defense Against the Dark Arts and his adventures."

Behind them, on the long table in Gryffindor, a dark-skinned girl was talking excitedly about the class she just finished in the morning.

But what she said confuses William.

"Defense against the Dark Arts, Professor Quirrell, adventure experience, I understand." He knew every word, but when connected, it seemed to tell a very bizarre story.

"It's a pity we don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts until tomorrow. Professor Quirrell's Muggle Studies teaching last year was very distinctive, I must say."

Penello said with some regret.

Suddenly an owl flew in from outside the hall and landed on William's desk.

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(End of this chapter)