Settle at Hogwarts

He sat back down by the crucible, staring at the potion that had turned from black to black-red, feeling the sticky texture, and trying hard to suppress his urge to use a disappearing spell.

During the holidays, Tabor occasionally spent time chatting with Viola and her parents using a double-sided mirror.

It wasn't until the day before school started that the notebook that recorded the magic potion formula was finally turned to the last page.

"At midnight, add the liquid weed picked during the full moon, and then stir it clockwise twice." Tabor muttered, taking out the last ingredient from the special box.

He felt happy when he thought that nearly a year of brewing the potion was finally coming to an end.

Although Tabor can barely be considered an immortal species now, he doesn't have the mentality to not care about the passage of time.

After setting a magic alarm clock, Tub stepped out of the range of the defensive magic and asked the house elves at Hogwarts to deliver some food.

"Your loyal knight Peeves greets you."

Tabor chewed a piece of sausage that had been grilled until it was sizzling with oil, and stared at Peeves, whose head popped out of the wall, indicating with his eyes that he could come in and talk.

“The main change of the faculty and staff union tonight is that your alchemy class will be changed to an elective for sixth graders and above, but those who have taken it before can continue to study.

This year's elective courses for third-year students will be Divination, and the Ministry of Magic will only issue alchemy level certificates for another two years. "Peeves relayed what he just heard in a few words.

Tabor was not surprised. He was the first to propose such a change.

However, he didn't expect that Dumbledore actually asked Principal Dippet to open a divination class.

"Then there shouldn't be many people signing up for the alchemy class this year. After all, who would take a course without a certificate unless they really like it?"

Seeing that Tubo was not unhappy about this, Peeves simply floated to the sofa.

"The sixth and seventh graders will not be affected. The fourth and fifth graders can only get an ordinary wizard level certificate. Those annoying brats will probably know how to choose."

Tabor didn't think much about this issue and continued to ask: "By the way, who is the new divination professor?"

Peeves clumsily grabbed a piece of candy and stuffed it into the struggling Cherry's mouth: "I don't know what it's called, but he introduced himself as Mr. Green."

Although Tabor already knew who this was, he still asked curiously: "Didn't you say the name?"

Peeves' smile gradually stiffened. He always felt that Mr. Green introduced him, but he had no impression at all.

"That guy is not simple. He may have cast an unknown name magic on his name."

Peeves felt that maybe he should tell the headmaster about this.

Tabor looked at Peeves's rare expression. Although he didn't know if Grindelwald had a way to eliminate the poltergeist, he still reminded him: "Don't worry about that guy's affairs. Since the principal and vice-principal have passed his If you apply for a job, there shouldn’t be any problem.”

Peeves turned somersaults in the air. He felt that Tubo must know the identity of the professor, but he had no intention of telling him.

"Okay, I'm going to read a book. The new professor will not harm Hogwarts. After all, Dumbledore is here."

Tabor waved his hand carelessly, and Peeves could only plunge into the wall in despair.

Tabor returned to the lounge and entered Ms. Beauxbatons' trunk.

Ms. Beauxbatons did not stay in the frame. As for the other ordinary portraits, Tabor had no intention of chatting with them. He walked directly to the bookshelves dedicated to the Prince family and continued to look through them. book of.

It wasn't until the magic alarm clock in his pocket started jumping up and down that he closed the book and returned to his cauldron.

After reviewing the steps he needed again in his mind, Tabor threw in the liquid grass that he had prepared long ago.

As it stirred, the bubbling black-red liquid gradually became clear, with some sparkles shining in it, which looked mysterious and profound.

Extinguish the flame under the crucible, and the black-red transparent liquid gradually turns into blue like the starry sky as it cools.

"The last step is to wave the wand and inject the purest magic power."

Tabor injected magic power into the potion, and the somewhat dim light suddenly became abundant, like stars dotted in the night sky, slowly turning clockwise like a living creature, and finally became a star vortex.

"Huh, it looks like it was successful. Finally, the effort was not in vain."

Tabor looked at the amazing potion in the crucible for a while in a daze.

"The magic camera is coming."

After taking some photos, Tabor took out several extremely pure crystal bottles and carefully began to fill the pot with potions.

No more, no less, exactly seven servings.

The silver stars of the magic potion that was poured into the bottle slid in the bottle, and finally came together to form a small nebula.

Tabor kept one bottle and put the other six bottles into his bag.

Taking this bottle of potion, he left Hogwarts directly.

Although Knockturn Alley is quieter than during the day at midnight, it is not empty of activity.

Tabor walked directly to one of the small shops and rang the wind chime at the door rhythmically.

"Ding~dingding~dingdingding~"

The usually clear and pleasant sound of wind chimes seemed a bit strange in this dark environment.

"Come on, come on. You're a pharmacist, right?"

An old woman opened the small window on the door and glared at Taber angrily.

"Only a real pharmacist would be so anxious. Can't we wait until tomorrow morning?"

Tabor held the small bottle in his hand and glanced at the sign on the door: Potions Employment Agency.

"Are there any workers left now?"

The old woman didn't open the door, but the sound of books being turned over quickly came from the room.

"Yes, do you have any special requirements?"

"If possible, be younger, preferably a squib or with weak magic power."

The old woman glanced at Tabor's face covered by magic in surprise: "About magic potion? It's not common!"

Tabor did not speak, but quietly waited for the other party's reply.

"Godric's Hollow, Worker No. 45, age 21, once studied at Beauxbatons, but finally dropped out because of weak magic power. If it is a magic potion that enhances magic power, the other party will not charge any fee, and you only need to give me two Galleons as an introduction fee."

Tabor nodded without hesitation.

"Just him."

"Okay, this is the direct door key, you can go there at any time."

The old woman took a crystal bottle and shook it, but did not hand it out.

After Tabor handed over two galleons, he got the door key.