Settle at Hogwarts

Now that the research content for the next semester has been determined, Tabor began to collect previous research on squibs, while thinking about the few squibs he knew.

In the magical world, there are not many pure-blood wizard families, and both parents are wizards.After all, it is rare or even rare for a descendant to be unable to perform magic.

As we all know, Squibs have magic power in their bodies. They can see dementors and use magic props. They are still very different from ordinary Muggles.

So, do all Muggle wizards have a wizard or a squib ancestor in their ancestors?They may not be able to cast magic, but the magic in their bodies can spread through their blood.

This seems to explain why pure-blood families attach so much importance to blood.

Tabor scratched his head. The two squibs he knew, Argus Filch and Mrs. Figg, were playing in the mud somewhere.

As for except for his sister, the other Squibs seemed to have been expelled from the family and sent to ordinary schools.

At least Tabor didn't hear about anyone's squib, and he still stayed in the wizarding world and didn't want to leave.Presumably they have been able to integrate well into the world of ordinary people.

"We can't find a suitable experimental subject for the time being. It seems we can only ask others after school starts."

Tabor put down the information in his hand and walked around the room a few times. He still felt that it would be better to solve Viola's problem earlier.

It would be best if she could develop a method for Squibs to use magic before she turns 11.This would also give her one more choice.

Grindelwald, Dumbledore, Slughorn, Kettleburn, Zane, Nick Flamel, Lady Beauxbatons, Abraxas, Newt….

Tabor wrote a long list of names on the parchment. These were people he had crossed paths with, and perhaps they had Squibs they knew.

"Dumbledore and Grindelwald should be in Nurmengard during their vacation, but that's not certain."

Tabor murmured a few words in a low voice. In fact, he didn't want to go to Dumbledore or Grindelwald, not because he was afraid of getting a mouthful of dog food.But both of them were too smart, before Viola turned 11 years old.He didn't want anyone to know her identity as a Squib.

The same goes for Nick and Lady Beauxbatons.

Even if there was only the slightest possibility that it would remind people of his sister, Tabor was unwilling to try.

Malfoy is a good choice, they value profits more.As long as he wants to develop a new magic potion as a reason, he might be able to attract an investment.And regarding pure-blood families, Malfoy, as a pure-blood, obviously needs to know more.

As for how many Galleons his family would earn from their research, Tabor didn't care too much.

Thinking of this, Tabor directly took out a piece of parchment and wrote down what he wanted.He picked out a light golden envelope and put it in it, stamping it with a lacquer seal.

"Sesame, this letter is for Abraxas Malfoy."

Sesame on the shelf flew out with the thin envelope in its mouth.

Tabor stared at the misty sky, suddenly feeling a little bored.

"Apparation."

Walking into Diagon Alley, he looked at the bustling crowd around him. The feeling of depression caused by the weather was instantly dispelled by the noise of the crowd.

"(????)??Hi! Tab, would you like some ice cream? You look like you're not in a good mood?"

Hearing Florin's greeting, Tabor chose a table under an umbrella and sat down: "It was really not good just now, but I believe that delicious food can make me happy."

Florin smiled and said: "Of course, cherry flavor?"

“For extra large, add half a spoonful of lemon curd.”

Almost as soon as Tabor finished speaking, Florin came over with ice cream.It's not yet time for students to come and buy things, so there aren't many people here.

"What's on the plate next to me is my new try to make matcha sauce. The ingredients are matcha sent to me by a friend from the magic institute. Try it and see how it tastes."

Tabor raised his eyebrows, dug out some of the original ice cream without the cherry jam, and put it on the small plate next to it.

The original ice cream stained with dark green matcha sauce gradually turns into a very fresh green color, which looks full of vitality.

Pick up a piece and put it in your mouth. The sweetness of the cream explodes in your mouth instantly.The slightly bitter matcha neutralizes it, making it not too greasy.

Until the end, the taste of matcha begins to sweeten, and the flavor lingers in your mouth for a long time.

"It's very good, but this matcha sauce shouldn't be cheap. You know, compared to black tea, the production process of this thing is much more troublesome."

Florin nodded: "Indeed, but my friend's family has a tea garden, and there is no shortage of rich people in the magic world. And compared to Muggles, it is more efficient to use magic to grow and process ordinary crops."

"That's true. As a plant without magical power, you really don't need to think too much about it."

Tabor murmured in his mouth, and suddenly thought that if there was no Squib to serve as his experimental subject, maybe he could find some ordinary people first, and study why they can't cast magic from a Muggle perspective.

What would happen if magic power was poured into a Muggle's body?

Tabor shook his head to get rid of the thoughts in his mind.Compared to a squib with magic in its body, pure Muggles are obviously more dangerous when exposed to magic.

And although I wanted a Squib experimental subject, my original intention was to be able to research a way to "cure" Squibs.How can you act like an evil scientist and treat your fellow humans as guinea pigs without any psychological burden?

"Tub, are you okay?"

Looking at Florin's worried eyes, Tabor raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Don't worry, I just have something I can't figure out."

"Oh? Maybe you can talk to me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

There was a gossipy light in Florin's eyes: "Of course, if it's inconvenient, forget it."

Tabor held his head and took a mouthful of ice cream.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just want to research a new potion during the holiday. However, I don't have a clue yet."

"Potion?"

Florin scratched his head: "Maybe we can invent a delicious potion?"

Tabor swallowed the last spoonful of ice cream: "If you really had that kind of potion, would your cold drink shop still be open?"

"Of course I'm confident in my craft."

After saying goodbye to Florin, Tabor suddenly thought of the Bock family store that he had burned down.