Amrican, Yinfamouni Academy of Magic
Under a tall tree with shiny leaves that looked like multiple long, thick snakes coiled together, there was a white temple, a solemn expression, and a look of sadness and compassion in his eyes.
He looked at the tree, his hands trembling slightly, his palms pressed against the hard and smooth tree trunk, like snake scales. The warm touch and cold temperature made his expression become more complicated.
After a long while, he let out a long sigh.
This sigh, accompanied by the passing wind, drifted into the distance without knowing the purpose.
Only a withered leaf and a strand of half-white hair were left.
Looking at the desolate back of the principal in the distance, the female secretary said unbearably: "Professor Morian, there is really no way to diagnose. Is there something wrong with Snakewood?"
Morian put away the relief on his face, touched his bald head, and said helplessly: "It's really not that I don't want to find the key to this problem."
He spread his hands and said, "You have also seen that we have been looking for problems for a whole year. We have looked for every problem, but to no avail."
As soon as he said this, the secretary also sighed helplessly. Just like Professor Morian said, they have tried every method, but the so-called results can only be said to be better than nothing.
After all, the grass around the snake tree is growing more and more lush, and the students' labor class has an additional task of "weeding the snake tree".
Other than that, they could only look at the tree in front of them, one of the spiritual symbols of Yinfa Mouni, and together with their principal, the decorations on their heads were becoming increasingly sparse.
have to say. In this sense, the principal has truly shared the glory and disgrace of the school.
"I still don't understand why this guy still refuses to find the heir of the Gaunt family?" Morian said with a puzzled face, "It's really hard for me to understand. After all, that may be the only one we have. It’s all I can think of.”
"Although this so-called method may not work."
What he said is true, and this method may not necessarily work. After all, something happened to Snakewood inexplicably, as if the vitality in his body had been sucked away by someone. Judging from the performance of such a defeat, their first suspicion was naturally the one who jumped out of nowhere, Gunter. The heir to the family.
Those who are sober know that no matter how important the snakewood is in their hands, how many people value it. After all, this thing doesn't really belong to them.
Snake wood is not one of those rare porcelain or scrolls. The snakewood, or rather the wand that followed Salazar Slytherin sleeping in the snakewood, has its own ideas. This situation also means that they have no way to forcefully claim that things are theirs.
After all, if someone calls this thing, Shemu will really dare to agree.
"You also need to understand that even though this magic academy is in the United States, and the other party has not appeared in our school for hundreds of years. Even the origin of the founder, we have tried to be as imitative as possible."
"But there is nothing we can do to change the fact that...the boy named Luke Gunter has certain ownership rights in the academy."
"This is stated in the founder's will, and the founder's descendants have been insisting on the validity of this will."
Hearing this, Professor Morian showed a disdainful smile: "That boy is so cowardly, he doesn't even have the courage to modify his ancestor's will. He can only look at his own meat, inexplicably It was given to a relative across the ocean."
"But as long as this relative doesn't come, then these rights and interests will still belong to him after all!"
The secretary shook her head and said. Seeing Morian's expression of stiffening and then starting to think, she spoke again: "Actually, it's very simple. If the principal dares to call Luke Gunter over, then that person will turn his back on the spot. The principal will definitely face a serious impeachment. The school
It’s hard to say whether the long position can be kept. "
This explanation is also simple and clear. Morian pinched the flower seeds and rubbed his hairy head vigorously, and then said with emotion: "No, it's better to learn herbal medicine well. You don't have to spend all day like you people." I think so much and am so tired."
Then he turned sideways and said to the secretary quite seriously: "As before, either, find that Luke Gunter and ask him to come over and take a look. Maybe you will find out something. Or, just No matter what, don’t think about worrying about this matter all day long, there is no need at all.”
Morian shrugged helplessly and said: "The abilities of the professors in our school cannot solve this problem. I will confess to you today, and don't let the old man bother me with such things in the future."
The secretary looked at Mo Li'an, who almost said "I'm going to mess it up..." on his face. She didn't know what expression to make for a moment. She was silent for a moment and said helplessly: "Please think of a way..."
"I really have no choice, I won't lie to you, little girl. And..." Morian faced the expectant look and said seriously with a sense of guilt, "After all, this little Egilbert If something happens to this guy, what does it have to do with me?"
"I have been working in this school for thirty years, from a young and strong boy to a gray-haired old man. I am willing to teach my knowledge to the students, but at the same time... I don't need It doesn’t matter who the principal is. I have met many principals. If I hadn’t been unwilling, the principal of the previous term might have been me.”
"So, Miss Miranda, I tried my best, but please don't continue to embarrass me. I don't have so much time and energy to devote to solving a matter beyond my ability. My research topic is still I have to continue, I still have to modify the class progress of each grade according to the progress."
"I'm very tired. Please stop causing trouble to me."
"You're almost seventy years old, so you don't have to think about writing about me."
After saying that, Professor Morian turned around and left in a swaggering manner. Everyone seemed to feel more relaxed. It was as refreshing as if the big stone blocking his heart and pressing on his shoulders had finally been lifted.
Return to nature.
Looking at Morian's short and lean figure, Miranda could only say anything, but the expression on her face became even more sad.
Such complaints naturally do not happen overnight.
Professor Morian has said many times that he does not want to get involved in this kind of thing, but what can be done?
The only one they can rely on is Morien. And now that Morian has announced that he is helpless, who can they rely on? They don't know either.
Somehow, Miranda felt that she was clenching her teeth tightly, as if she was unwilling to do so.
In fact, she was indeed very unwilling.
She knew only too well how much Ai Gilbert had sacrificed to become the principal. The current situation is that if the heir of the Gunter family is invited, Ai Gilbert will be impeached. But if Snakewood really loses its vitality, then Ai Gilbert will not only be an impeached principal, he will even be the sinner of the entire Yinfamouni!
The pros and cons of the former and the latter were weighed before, and I don’t know how well they did.
She stepped forward and walked towards where Gilbert was standing.
And when she approached the other party, she suddenly heard Gilbert's words.
"I have decided, Miranda, to ask Professor Dumbledore to bring the heir of the Gaunt family to meet with us in a few days."
Amid Miranda's surprised eyes, Gilbert patted the tree in front of him vigorously.
As a middle-aged man, he is strong and physically strong.
The withered yellow leaves fell one by one. Looks good though. But the leaves of the snake tree never grew again. So it can only become less and less.
Compared with the dense branches and leaves a year ago, the current snake tree has dropped this number of leaves, which is enough to make people feel distressed for a while.
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"But, principal..."
Miranda's face once again showed a look of hesitation, although she initially came over to persuade Gilbert to make a decision as soon as possible, and she was inclined to let Luke come over from the beginning of the decision.
But after she really got the answer, and it was not at her own suggestion, but at the principal's own decision, she began to worry about gains and losses.
What if the other party’s impeachment is completed soon? So what if Snakewood is really revived? If he is impeached, these will be a wedding dress for the next generation of principals.
How can you let her tolerate such a thing?
"But, Mr. Principal..."
Miranda looked at Egilbert anxiously and opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by Egilbert mid-sentence.
"I shouldn't let those who come after me guard that mess." His eyes were firm and bright, and the old age that shouldn't have appeared on his body disappeared. Miranda thought that what was standing in front of her was still The Ai Gilbert who was able to overcome obstacles and move forward courageously, instead of the old scalper who had to sit at a desk and handle all the trivial matters one by one.
"Let's go! Let's draft a formal invitation letter now!"
With that said, he walked directly towards the office building.
After Miranda responded in a low voice, she followed Ai Gilbert with a solemn expression.
………………
Luke looked at the pot of strange, sludge-like stuff in front of him, his eyes full of resistance.
Snape, who was beside him, seemed to have not seen Luke at all, and just used one hand to add medicinal ingredients to his cauldron. At the same time, the other hand was holding the wand, and from time to time it would draw strange tracks. And these trajectories all have a little sparkle.
Snape casually took out a strange stone-like object from a pile of medicinal materials on one side, and then he was about to throw the object into the crucible.
Luke finally raised his eyebrows.
"Professor, I don't even know the thing in front of you. You said I don't know what the use of putting this thing in is. But isn't this fecal stone? Can fecal stone also contribute to the medicinal properties of this medicine?"
Bezoar, a very common medicinal material. But not all of them can be used when brewing potions.
Luke still has no in-depth understanding of potion making. The talent is here, and he has no intention of studying it as a potion master. After all, there is Taylor around.
Snape seemed to have grabbed this bit of Luke's braid, holding on tightly and not letting go. No matter what ingredients Luke saw were different from those in the formula, he would always say, "You don't understand."
Then he would pick up the medicinal ingredient that was very unfamiliar to Luke and ask what it was.
With all conscience, Luke has never been a student who didn't study hard. He had naturally memorized medicinal materials that he could handle by rote memorization.
But...he didn't recognize any of the ones Snape picked out.
So he was speechless, and Snape just silently threw the medicinal ingredients with unknown effects into the crucible as if he accepted his behavior.
Of course, they are all pre-processed.
Now, Luke saw someone he knew, but the material did not appear on the prescription given by Nico Flamel, and he asked almost subconsciously.
However, after asking this question, he regretted it a little.
Sure enough, after he said these words, Snape's dog face quickly turned ugly.
"Then you come and get through it!"
Snape's lips curved into a sarcastic smile, then he stepped aside and said to Luke.
Of course, Luke didn't pay attention to the smile on his lips, but looked into his eyes seriously. There was no sarcasm in Snape's eyes, but pure indifference.
Luke knew that if this was the case, he would be really angry.
"No, forget it, you continue."
After three rounds, he silently pushed away half a step, choosing not to stare at the weird-looking pot of things, out of sight and out of mind.
Snape was stunned for a moment, then sneered at Luke, then turned his head and continued to brew his own medicine.
Luke ignored him and just sat quietly.
He might not trust Snape, but he could trust Dumbledore. Snape might make himself suffer a little loss, but it would definitely not cost him his life.
The medicine will be boiled out in a while, so you can drink it without any worries.
After all, Snape had no reason to kill him.
And... he really seemed to be recovering as quickly as possible.
What if I really am infertile...
After Snape turned around, the bezoar in his hand stayed for a while, as if he was hesitating whether to put it down.
For a moment, when the boiling sound of the potion became louder and louder, Snape reluctantly threw the bezoar down.
"Did this kid see it?"
Snape thought helplessly.
When the bezoar was thrown in, the potion that originally looked like sludge in the sewer became extremely clear almost instantly, and even had a faint sweet fragrance wafting out.
Snape smelled the sweet fragrance, but he didn't have any happy thoughts. Instead, he closed his eyes and began to think.
A moment later, under Luke's strange eyes, he proudly took out another medicine from his medicine cabinet, which looked like a piece of bark. Snape gently cut the "bark" into strips with a knife. shape. Then he took the "bark strip" and returned to his position.
The whole process went smoothly, but Luke looked confused.
"Professor...you don't want to act anymore, do you?"
Snape didn't seem to hear Luke at all. But Luke felt as if he was looking through his back and saw his proud smile...
