Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 24 How Mysterious God's Works Are
It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

William wholeheartedly approves of this bullshit.

So he never held grudges overnight.

Not even a meal.

"Er let me think about what Marcus said. Slytherins are going to have Defense Against the Dark Arts with us after breakfast, Montague I don't know. But what are you asking for?"

Percy answered William after a brief memory.

He was bewildered.

But William only responded to him with a calm and mysterious smile, and a hymn by William Guber that is well-known in Britain.

- "How mysterious are the works of the Lord."

After parting with Percy who was going to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, William walked towards the steps of the castle—Professor McGonagall's office was at the corner of the corridor on the second floor.

Although he stared at the backs of Montague and Marcus for a while while passing by the aisle in the middle, and muttered a spell silently, nothing happened.

Nothing ever happened.

till this moment.

However, William has still not figured out why Professor McGonagall specifically asked him to bring some apples to the office—he still packed some on the dining table according to the note.

"It's always good to be more prepared."

William was quite satisfied with his thoughtfulness.

Not only did he pack apples, but he also brought baked ubiquitous, pumpkin juice, toasted bread, and even some pickled fish—if Professor McGonagall's taste came with cats, he couldn't go wrong.

Standing at the door of Professor McGonagall's office, William heard a conversation coming from inside.

"Knock, knock, knock."

He knocked lightly on the office door.

"William? The door is open, please come in."

Professor McGonagall replied.

William pushed open the wooden door.

"Professor, you are looking for Protego (iron armor protection)!"

Before he could finish speaking, the curse was already blurted out.

A brown shadow suddenly flew over!

It was the little panda that William rescued during his summer vacation.

It's been a month since the wounds and bloodstains on its body have disappeared, and its hair has regained its bright luster. A pair of dark eyes looked at William strangely.

It slammed into the transparent air barrier, and met William, who was still in a daze, his small head was suddenly filled with great confusion.

But soon, it gave up thinking, and its short, fat, furry limbs grabbed the barrier formed by the Iron Armor Curse, just hanging in mid-air.

It looks like a doll.

"Minerva, is he the little wizard you mentioned? He has a quick reaction and is very proficient in casting spells without a staff. I dare say that when it comes to wizard duels, he must be a master."

said a gruff man.

William looked along and saw one. To be precise. He didn't know how to calculate it—the man's original limbs seemed to have only one arm left, and the remaining parts were all replaced by wooden prosthetics.

He looks kindly, with a big white beard and a wooden pipe with sharp edges in his mouth.

"Sylvanos, he came from that school in America." Professor McGonagall nodded, apparently agreeing with this view, and explained to the man.

"William, this is Professor Kettleburn, who will be teaching your Care of Magical Creatures this year - and, if you don't mind, you'd better put it down."

She turned her head to introduce to William, then pointed to the little panda hanging in the air and said.

It seems to have begun to find this barrier very interesting, and is using its limbs together to climb up a little bit, and it is about to touch the chandelier on the top of the office.

William waved his hand, canceled the Iron Armor Curse, took half a step forward, and reached out to catch the free-falling red panda—it groaned twice as if complaining, and began to climb up William's arm again.

"It can be seen that it trusts you."

Professor Kettleburn said with a smile.

"Professor, I thought it was given away?"

As William said, his left hand grabbed the soft flesh of its back that had climbed to the shoulder, and sent it to his right hand.It nudged William with its shiny black nose, and began to crawl again.

"That's what we thought initially, yes.

Professor Kettleburn and Madam Pomfrey healed the little guy's wounds, after which, Professor Dumbledore successfully traced back to the place where it was injured through traces of magic power. "

Professor McGonagall tells the story that follows.

"As guessed, we found the wizard who imprisoned it in Knockturn Alley - along with many other fantastic creatures. He smuggled them in by making unauthorized portkeys, trying to sell them to some."

She hesitated for a moment, as if she didn't know how to express the anger in her heart, and at the same time describe those guys in a more civilized manner.

"The bastards who should be sent to Azkaban."

Professor Kettleburn solved the problem for her, and he went on:

"We managed to return most of the magical creatures back to nature, and found suitable homes for some that weren't in good shape. I have to say that Professor Dumbledore was very helpful, he helped to contact Newt S. Kamander."

"What about it?"

William pulled the little one off his shoulders again.

It seems to be treating this as some kind of game.

"It's an exception." Professor McGonagall shook his head and said, "It wasn't originally a magical creature."

"But how is this possible?!"

William felt that he was hallucinating, otherwise, how could Professor McGonagall have told a joke in a serious way-and it wasn't funny at all?
"But it did happen. And it happened naturally. Professor Dumbledore traced the spell on it, and found no spell that could give it such agility and strength."

Professor Kettleburn spread his hands, expressing that he did not want to believe it either.

"To make matters worse, Newt told us that he found that this little guy was not alone—he found other examples of ordinary animals suddenly becoming magical."

"Though overall, there were very few and mostly innocuous changes, such as his belief that he saw a cloaking goat in Dorset."

said Professor Kettleburn gruffly.

"But Tina said he was talking to a turnip for so long that day, he must have been drunk and mistook it for a Bowtruckle."

He muttered, not loudly.

Just enough for William and McGonagall to hear.

"So... what can I do?"

William asked with some doubts. He took out sliced ​​apples from the kraft paper bag under his arm and fed them to the little pandas who were tired from crawling.

It took it unceremoniously and stuffed it into its mouth.

Apple was originally used here.

"You can try to take care of it."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"It has a very independent personality, and it's easy to scare my little ones—Minerva is too busy after school starts, so I think it's a good choice to let it follow you."

Professor Kettleburn said with a smile, "You don't need to worry too much, the house elf can help you prepare the food it likes, just take it around from time to time."

"You will find that it is much smarter than you think."

A soft "poof" interrupted Professor Kettleburn's words.

Because it hadn't been fed for a long time, the little panda finally decided to use its subjective initiative, and it tore a hole out of the kraft paper bag William was holding.

Grilled ubiquitous, pumpkin juice, toasted bread, and marinated fish fell all over the floor.

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　　Explain why I didn’t do it directly at the end of the last chapter: the environment in the auditorium is very poor, and it is easy to cause gang fights. William is new to Hogwarts. The old bee knows his previous convictions. Does not conform to the logic of self-preservation.

　　But if they can suffer from being dumb, and no one can contact him directly, but everyone knows that William did it, then it will be different.

　　Why are there so many favorites all of a sudden?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)