Castor felt like he was floating in the dark. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's a weird feeling. There was no touch, no hearing, none of his body knew if he existed.

He turned into a small ghost, staring blankly in one direction.

A blue-green point of light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

It slowly grew larger, then flew away around him.

"Uranus?"

Castor was incredulous. Is he in space?

He immediately denied it. Because Pluto flew towards him enthusiastically, and passed by him—he seemed to be moved all at once, and his gaze changed from one angle to another.

He saw two dark figures standing on the floor, seemingly staring in this direction.

He took a closer look at the tiny dots of light that he had overlooked.

It's actually a room.

A dark room full of planets.

When Casto realized this, suddenly, it was as if his head had reached the surface of the water, and he breathed precious air again.

The familiar feeling returned, and he opened his eyes.

.

Casto stared blankly at the white ceiling.

His head sank into a comfortable pillow and his body was covered with a quilt. He also smelled all sorts of potions, as well as the smell of disinfectant water.

He knew he was in a strange hospital, but to his strange thing, there was a familiar gaze staring at him.

Casto tilted his head slightly to the left and saw a waterfall-like silver beard. Above the long beard, behind the glasses, there are a pair of blue eyes.

Very kind, a kind old man.

"Hello, why am I here?"

Casto didn't find out where the doctor was—in fact, he didn't—and he felt a little weak and didn't bother to move.

Maybe it's because of being rubbed by Pluto.

So I had to ask the principal.

"As far as I know, this afternoon in Diagon Alley, a little girl noticed that her companion had fainted, so she had him sent to St. Mungo."

"St. Mungo?"

"Mungo, the founder of this wizarding hospital. Welcome here, but I never want to come. ”

Castor lay on the bed, barely turning his head, looking at the small, white room, and then noticing a red handbag on the table on the right.

He sighed.

"Mr. Headmaster, please help me look at that pocket. Is there still something in there? ”

He begged Dumbledore hopelessly.

He felt something strangely ripple as a shadow swept across his face.

"I beg your pardon, the old man's legs and feet are not so dexterous," Dumbledore sat on the edge of the bed, put away his wand, opened the bag and looked inside, "There are two packets of sugar." Do you eat it yourself? ”

"No, Christmas presents for somebody," Castor replied, "there's one from your school." Hermione. Granger. ”

"Oh, I know this girl, very studious. But I think it's better for you to give her a book. ”

Casto felt his IQ back online.

"Then do you still send it?" The old man said excitedly, "I mean—can I taste it?" ”

"Of course, it's all for you - as a Christmas present?"

"Then you're welcome." Dumbledore didn't mind taking out a piece of candy and tasting it, then tilted his head and spewed out a stream of flames.

"Sweet with spicy, genius recipe." He said with a smile.

Casto remembered the little girl. She ate one as soon as she bought it - making her the first fire-breathing werewolf.

"Okay, I'll give her this gift."

He comforted himself as he closed his eyes, intending to sleep a little longer before no one disturbed him.

.

"Hello, why are you here?"

After a while, Casto felt that something was wrong.

"Oh, that's what you finally asked," Dumbledore said in a funny tone, sitting on the side, "I was fiddling with a flower-decorated hat this afternoon - I put it myself when I was trying to make a bunch of firecrackers, and I had a hunch that I was going to draw it - you know, it's a firecracker with some little plastic toys and paper hats in it......."

Castor looked at Dumbledore with strange eyes.

Dumbledore coughed awkwardly.

"At this time, I was informed that Casto. Blake's name appears on the list. ”

"I've been accepted?"

"Yes," Dumbledore announced with some delight, as he took a letter from his bosom and handed it to him.

Casto immediately straightened up from the bed.

He took the heavy letter, but hesitated for a moment and did not open the parchment envelope.

"But," said Castor suspiciously, "I remember myself as an ordinary man." ”

"Kid, do you really think that an ordinary person can make potions?"

"What do you mean?"

"That's what it means." Dumbledore said, "Even if the average person makes potions according to the right recipe and the right steps, they end up with a mess. ”

Castor frowned. He and Dumbledore stared straight at each other.

"You already knew?"

"Yes, the process of realisation was complicated, but I only found evidence after you arrived at the Burrow," Dumbledore said apologetically, "This is because Squibs can be used to make potions, and they have the conditions to cast spells. So I thought I could give the school janitor, Argus. Filch, some suggestion - maybe he can get rid of the Squib identity with a quick spell class......."

"Mr. Headmaster?"

"But you don't have any magic and you can make potions, that's proof that you don't make sense," Dumbledore returned to the point, "unless someone has some reason to lock up your power - but before today, I haven't been able to find the right key." ”

"So, I was hit by a spell and was unraveled?"

"Yes," Dumbledore hesitated, "but not quite unraveled. ”

Casto seemed to be running out of strength. He lay back on the bed, then rolled his eyes.

"yes, I didn't find anything in my body," he said, a little frustrated, "I can go to school like this?" ”

"What about the outside of the body?"

Casto was stunned.

He remembered the strange fluctuation he had just felt.

He looked at Dumbledore, and the old man smiled and nodded.

"Do you know who's playing with me like that?" Casto gritted his teeth, "I'm going to cut him right now." ”

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Dumbledore said, "But as Headmaster, I have to ask you some questions. ”

Casto straightened up very seriously - on the bed.

"Do you want to unlock all the locks?"

"Of course."

"No matter what dangers lie ahead?"

"Whatever you want."

"So, do you want to be in the same grade as Harry?"

"Hmm. Still have questions, I'm going to sleep. ”

"I'm sorry, you don't have time to sleep right now," Dumbledore said in a malicious tone, "You know, you'll need to prepare a lot of things, make up a lot of spell lessons, and solve your own problems - the teachers at Hogwarts don't have that much time, or even the ability to do that. ”

"And so."

"You need a new teacher right now. I know one who is particularly good at this defect-to-perfection proposition. ”

Casto didn't want to pick up. He was mentally hurt today, but the principal was still selling off.

But in order to satisfy Dumbledore's bad taste, he reluctantly responded.

"Who?"

"Nicol. Lemay. ”