"If I remember correctly, Mr. Malfoy, is this the first time you and I have met alone in private since the Christmas holidays?"
After Professor Snape left, Amosta brought Malfoy into the office. He looked at Malfoy who was sitting across the desk, looking like he was walking on thin ice. Amosta lowered his head and took a sip of the hot water in the cup. Bitter tea... Since returning to Hogwarts, he has been drinking tea more often than before.
Amosta doesn't like bitter drinks, but for some reason, whenever he wants to drink something now, the first choice that comes to his mind is tea.
Humans are really complex animals--this sentence suddenly came to Amosta's mind when he raised his head to look at Malfoy again.
"You, you remember correctly, Professor Blaine."
Malfoy looked down at his toes, fidgeting as if there were thorns poking him in the buttocks of the stool.
Amosta leaned back elegantly on the chair, rubbing the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and looked at the sole heir of the richest pure-blood family in the British wizarding world with a smile, and the most famous family supporting the pure-blood theory. The frivolous tone can even be said to be rude,
"Then, Malfoy, what is the purpose of coming to see me even at the cost of inviting Professor Snape?"
Amosta has spent seven years in Slytherin House, and knows very well how to deal with the descendants of these pure-blood families - trying to gain their approval with a polite attitude is purely useless. Just trying to gain their respect by giving them some color is a fool's errand.
Under the strong pressure emanating from Amosta, Malfoy's previous arrogance and contempt completely disappeared. He was just like Neville in front of Professor Snape, he honestly did not dare to act rashly. .
"Actually, it's about the 'Object Control Charm' you showed us in defense class before. Professor Brain, I want to ask you for the trick on this spell... I tried it in private, but I couldn't find the trick. ..."
Amosta blinked, Malfoy's answer was indeed a bit beyond his expectation.
Tuk-tuk-tuk--
Amosta tapped the desk lightly and did not speak immediately. He stared at Malfoy with interest. He did not stop until the little wizard in front of him could no longer bear the intimidation surrounding him and was about to turn around and run away. Smiling and speaking,
"What is the purpose of this curse that you want to know...Mr. Malfoy, is it because of the desire for knowledge, or is it just to prove that your talent is not inferior to that 'Mudblood' lady you call me?" "
Malfoy's expression turned gloomy. In front of Professor Brain, he could not say that the latter was not his purpose against his will, but he was very sure that if he said so, although he would not be split in half, he would not be split in half. It is very likely that Professor Brain will be kicked out of the office directly.
"Haha, it seems that you have realized where the problem lies, Mr. Malfoy."
Amosta stood up with a smile and returned to his usual friendly and friendly appearance, as if the domineering and domineering wizard just now was not himself.
He strolled to the center of the office, and with just a snap of his fingers, the same stone pillar from the Defense Against Dark Arts class that day grew out of thin air on the floor.
"Come here, Mr. Malfoy, let me see your strength."
It took about two hours to instruct Malfoy. He carefully corrected the errors in Malfoy's casting gestures when casting this spell and how the magic power should be coordinated when reciting the spell.
But until the end, Malfoy was not able to fully master the 'Object Control Charm' that Amosta created and easily used in the second semester of his first year.
The reason is what he said to Hermione in class. For junior wizards, the magic power required for this spell and the control of magic power, which is essentially spiritual power, are too lacking. This is something that can't be helped, isn't it? Everyone is like Amosta, possessing magic power far beyond that of their peers and powerful spiritual power brought about by the superposition of two souls.
Malfoy seemed quite satisfied with himself. He looked at the gravel on the ground cut off by the feathers he controlled, and the pride on his lips could no longer be hidden.
"Thank you for your teaching, Professor!"
Standing at the door, Malfoy bent down and expressed his sincere gratitude to Amosta.
"Before you leave, I have a piece of advice for you--"
Amosta returned to his office and looked at the door thoughtfully.
"From beginning to end, there is only one opponent you have to defeat, Mr. Malfoy, and that is your arrogance."
.............
The good weather that lasted for many days finally came to an end on Saturday morning. The pleasant breeze that had been lingering on the spacious lawn for more than half a month returned to the cold and humid condition a month ago. Hogwarts Castle stood in the pattering rain. Looking across the forest from the snow peaks in the distance.
When passing the Quidditch pitch, Amosta was surprised to find that under the low clouds, there were still a few little wizards riding broomsticks against the wind and rain. Judging from the color of the team uniforms, they seemed to belong to Gryffindor.
"Tsk tsk!"
Amosta, who stopped and watched for a while, shook his head and exclaimed,
"Poor Flint, only Merlin and God can probably help him win this year's final!"
When they arrived at the cabin in the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was at the back of the cabin, humming softly and bandaging an animal with an injured hoof. The expression on his big furry face was so gentle!
"Hippogriffs...these animals are not very good-tempered, Hagrid."
"Oh, it's actually not bad. As long as you find the trick, you will find that it is not difficult to deal with them--"
Hagrid was so focused on dealing with the Hippogriff's injuries that he didn't notice who was talking to him.
"This cute little guy is about to enter adulthood. In order to compete for the right to mate, he and his companions had a tough battle and got himself covered in wounds. I can't pretend to turn a blind eye, otherwise the wounds will fester and pus! "
Most magical creatures have sharper intuition than wizards. Under Amosta's interested gaze, the little guy lying on the ground with the body of a hippogriff and a collar around his neck began to stir uneasily. It seemed to be conscious. The young man in front of him was very dangerous and couldn't wait to break free from Hagrid's grasp.
"Oh, don't worry, Buckbeak, I'll be fine... Excuse me, could you help me get the scissors?"
Hagrid's big palm-like hand just pressed gently on Buckbeak's neck. No matter how hard the Hippogriff struggled on the ground, it did not move at all.
"Oh, thank you!"
Hagrid took the scissors handed over by a young hand, lowered his head and muttered.
"You're welcome--"
Amosta smiled politely. Dumbledore was right. Hagrid, who seemed to have giant blood, did have a brilliance that ordinary people did not have.
The first moment Hagrid let go of his hand, Buckbeak jumped out like an arrow and ran directly into the Forbidden Forest without looking back. Hagrid beamed with joy when he saw that energetic look. .
"Oh, you seem to be in good spirits, bad boy. I hope this experience will not make you afraid of pursuing love... Uh, ahem! Professor B-Brain!"
Watching Buckbeak run into the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid finally turned back with a smile. When he saw the face of the visitor clearly, his bright smile suddenly froze. After a few seconds, it turned into an awkward yet polite smile with difficulty.
"So it's you, Professor Brain, you're here...ahem, I mean, what's your business here?"
