“I can’t believe what I missed yesterday!”
At breakfast time on Friday, Eddie hurried to the seat next to Scott and sat down, reaching out and grabbing a piece of bread.
“You probably don’t know yet…” He looked elated, showing that he was eager to share gossip.
Scott, Roger and Milton all looked at him.
Eddie tore off a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it quickly.
He couldn’t wait to say: “Professor Black’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class got off to a successful start yesterday afternoon, but Professor Hagrid’s first Care of Magical Creatures class had a big mess!”
Scott asked, “Yesterday? Which grade did Hagrid teach?”
“Third year,” Eddie said, “Hagrid brought a terrible beast into class and injured Malfoy.”
Roger said with a smile: “I have to tell you, Eddie, we have all heard about this. I didn’t expect that you and Scott are the only ones who don’t know yet.”
“oh……”
Eddie looked in disbelief.
“You know, I was busy yesterday with business matters.” He tried to restore his reputation as a “gossip expert”.
Roger shrugged, “Yes, in addition to classes, you have been running around the dormitories of freshmen, selling your products to them.”
“I’ve heard about it too.” Scott, who actually hadn’t heard about it, said, “Hippogriff.”
“You also know?” Eddie suddenly became even more frustrated.
Scott said to Roger: “We have to worry about our Care of Magical Creatures class. No matter how injured little Malfoy is, I’m afraid old Malfoy will not let it go.”
Roger said regretfully: “Yes, the most likely thing is that we can no longer see the Hippogriff. I heard that Potter rode that beast and flew around the Black Lake.”
Eddie also regrets taking the class.
“Yes, Professor Kettleburn has never shown us large magical animals. That part of the teaching has always been in books, but Hagrid’s views on animals are obviously very different from ordinary people.”
Roger smiled and said, “Although it may offend Professor Hagrid to say this, it is obvious that his vision is based on his own body shape.”
After breakfast, Scott took an ancient magic text class and an arithmetic divination class in succession.
After the arithmetic divination class, Professor Victor asked Scott to stay.
“I noticed, Mr. Trollope.”
The tall and lanky Professor Victor stared down at Scott.
His eyes looked a little bulging through thick spectacle lenses.
“It seems that you have made new progress in the magic of arithmetic divination.” He said affirmatively.
Scott was a little surprised at his sensitivity, but nodded anyway.
He said: “I changed the way of arithmetic divination and got rid of the quill and parchment. Really speaking, I just used it more skillfully.”
“I know that you often use arithmetic divination to help others solve problems, and even recovered the Ravenclaw diadem.” Professor Victor said directly.
It seemed that this normally unknown professor paid a lot of attention to Scott.
“Come and show me your new way.” He looked impatient.
Scott nodded, took out his wand, and left a string of golden numbers in the air as he waved it.
“I see.” Victor stared closely at Scott’s movements, “This is indeed a method that can make arithmetic divination more convenient.”
After Scott finished demonstrating the entire arithmetic divination process, he immediately said loudly: “It’s really good. Your method also gave me inspiration.”
As he spoke, he picked up the books on the podium, turned around and walked directly outside the classroom.
At this moment, even though he knew that Professor Victor was not good at interpersonal communication, Scott was still a little surprised.
“I will study your method, and of course, I will share the results with you.” Professor Victor suddenly turned around and said when he walked to the door.
“You should work harder. When you become more proficient in the magic of arithmetic divination, you can continue to simplify the process!”
After saying these words, he walked away in a hurry.
Scott smiled and left the arithmetic divination classroom.
He didn’t mind Professor Victor studying the method he used. After all, it was just a simple spell.
He had a hunch that maybe he would get more rewards from Professor Victor.
That evening, as usual, Scott found a table in the college library to write his thesis homework, and Milton was with him.
In the afternoon potions class, Snape stared at Scott for a long time, which seriously affected Scott’s partner Milton.
Under Snape’s watchful eye, a nervous Milton accidentally messed up their potion.
The finished potion was criticized and ridiculed by Snape for a long time, and he even asked them to write an extra paper.
Of course, Scott and Milton aren’t the only ones receiving this treatment.
Snape seemed to be in a bad mood, which made him even meaner to the students in class.
“I’m so sorry, Scott.” Milton kept apologizing to Scott, “This is all my fault.”
Scott was writing a paper quickly when he heard the words and glanced at the parchment in front of him.
He looked at Milton in surprise, “Why did you write so little?”
Milton’s practical ability in potions has always been a bit poor, but he should be fine in theory.
“I must admit,” Milton said, “I didn’t listen to the class this afternoon.”
Scott finished the paper in his hand, put down the pen and looked at Milton, “It seems that you are worried.”
He suddenly realized that perhaps Milton’s mistakes in the afternoon potion class were not just because of Snape’s close attention.
Milton said: “My father wrote to me to meet in Hogsmeade Village.”
Scott raised his eyebrows, “I remember that the first Hogsmeade weekend was at the end of October, and it’s only early September now.”
Milton nodded, “Yes, he made an appointment for this meeting almost two months in advance.”
“And you are also restless almost two months in advance?” Scott handed him his paper, “You should think about how to complete this potion paper first.”
Milton took the parchment and thanked him softly.
Seeing that he was still in a bad mood, Scott had to say: “You can’t avoid meeting your father. If you really want to start an independent life, you must make it clear to him.”
Scott couldn’t tell Milton directly, maybe one less meeting would be one less meeting, because Mr. Graves and Mrs. Zabini’s marriage must be buried with mines.
Of course, Milton himself was also very clear about this, as Mrs. Zabini’s past experience was well-known.
But what Scott really couldn’t say was that he didn’t know why Medea wanted to facilitate this marriage.
Milton’s father, Mr. Graves, was just an ordinary employee of the Incident Reversal Team of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic, and their family was just an ordinary emerging wizard family.
No matter how you look at it, Mr. Graves was not worthy of Medea telling Mrs. Zabini to do this.
