Chapter 54: The studious Malfoy

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Malfoy, this should be the first time you and I have met alone in private since the Christmas vacation."

After Professor Snape left, Amosta brought Malfoy into the office, and looked at Malfoy who was sitting across from the desk, looking like he was walking on thin ice. Amosta lowered his head and sipped the hot bitter tea in the cup. Since Gwartz, he drinks 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.

Man is really a complicated animal. When he raised his head to look at Malfoy again, these words suddenly came to Amosta's mind.

"You, you remember correctly, Professor Blaine."

Malfoy looked down at his toes, fidgeting as if there were thorns piercing him in the cushions on the stool. butt.

Amosta leaned back elegantly on the chair, rubbing the rim of the cup with his fingertips, smiling at the sole heir to the richest pure-blood family in the British wizarding world, and also the most famous. The pure blood theory supports the family, and 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 been in Slytherin House for seven years and knows very well how to deal with the descendants of these pure-blood families in an attempt to gain their favor in a polite manner. Recognition is a useless effort, and trying to gain their respect without giving them some color is simply 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. I honestly didn’t dare to act rashly.

“Actually, it’s about the object-controlling spell you showed us in the defense class before. Professor Brain, I want to ask you for the secret of this spell. I tried it in private, but I couldn’t find it. Got 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 until the little wizard in front of him was about to When she couldn't withstand the intimidation surrounding him and was about to turn around and run away, she chuckled and said, "You want to understand the purpose of this curse? Mr. Malfoy, it's because of your desire for knowledge." Desire, or rather, just to prove that your talent is not inferior to that mudblood lady in your mouth."

Malfoy's expression turned gloomy. In front of Professor Blaine, he could not say the latter against his will. It was not his purpose, but he was very sure that if he said this, although he would not be split in half, he would most likely be kicked out of the office by Professor Brain.

"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 over Arriving at the center of the office, with just a snap of the fingers, the same stone pillar from the Defense Against Dark Arts class 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 could not fully master the object-controlling spell that Amosta created and easily used in the second semester of the first year.

The reason was that he had a problem with it in class. What Hermione said, 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. Not everyone is like Amosta. , possessing magic power that far exceeds that of his peers and a powerful spiritual power brought about by the superposition of two souls.

Malfoy seemed quite satisfied with himself. He looked at the feathers on the ground that he controlled and peeled them off. The smile on his face could not be hidden.

"Thank you for your teaching, Professor"

Malfoy, who was standing at the door, bent down and said to Amosta. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

"Before you leave, I have a piece of advice to give you."

Amosta returned to his office and looked at him thoughtfully. At the door,

"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 ended on Saturday morning. The pleasant breeze that had been wandering on the spacious lawn for more than half a month returned to the humid and biting atmosphere of Hogwarts Castle a month ago. Standing in the drizzling rain, facing the snowy peaks in the distance through the forest.

When passing the Quidditch pitch, Amosta was surprised to find that there were still trees under the low clouds. A few little wizards riding broomsticks were fighting against the wind and rain. Judging from the color of the team uniforms, they seemed to belong to Gryffindor.

"Tsk, tsk"

I stopped and looked at it for a while. Mosta shook his head and exclaimed,

"Poor Flint, probably only Merlin and God can help him win this year's finals"

Arriving at the cabin in the Forbidden Forest At that time, Hagrid was at the back of the house, humming softly and bandaging an animal with an injured hoof. The expression on his big furry face was incredibly soft

"Hippogriff This animal has a bad temper, Hagrid. "

"Oh, actually it's not bad. As long as you find the trick, you will find that it is not difficult to deal with them."

Hagrid concentrated on dealing with the Hippogriff's injuries. , completely unaware of who was talking to him,

"This cute little guyIt is about to enter adulthood. In order to compete for the right to mate, it had a tough battle with its companions and injured itself all over. I can't pretend to turn a blind eye, otherwise those wounds will fester and pus."

Most magical creatures have sharper intuitions than wizards. Under Amosta's interested gaze, the little guy lying on the ground with 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 restraints.

"Oh, don't worry, Buckbeak, I'm just here. Can you help me get the scissors?"

Hagrid's big palm-like hand just pressed gently on Buckbeak's neck, and no matter how hard the Hippogriff struggled, it did not move at all.

"Oh, thank you"

Hagrid took the scissors handed over by a young hand and mumbled with his head lowered.

"You're welcome"