Chapter 20: The Problem of Magic
After the last Potions class, the dialect suddenly became famous throughout the school, and many of the older students knew that among the Ravenclaw nerds (the Ravenclaw seniors were not convinced) there was a warrior who dared to fight the old bat head-on without falling behind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The reactions of the students of the four Hogwarts houses to this incident were mixed. If you want to say which house hates Snape the most, Gryffindor has to be in the first place. Of course, if it were to be said who hated Gryffindor the most, then Snape could also be in the first place. Gryffindor students admired and agreed with Snape's tough dialect, and even the impression that Ravenclaw was a nerd improved a lot, at least when it came to the name "Shaun Abbott", Gryffindor students gave a thumbs up and said "good man".
The ones with the same reaction were Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. In addition to their same admiration for dialects for daring to face Snape's difficulties, they admired dialects even more for his wealth of knowledge. Of course, Ravenclaw may have to add a little pride, after all, the dialect is its own college.
The most violent reaction was Slytherin. It is said that several senior students of the house have spoken to give a good look to the dialect who dares not to give face to the Slytherin head. The dialect himself was not doing much, but it startled the higher-ups of Ravenclaw College. Since then, as soon as the dialect is out of Ravenclaw's territory, there will always be a few Ravenclaw seniors hanging around, secretly protecting the dialect. It wasn't until it turned out to be a rumor that the people were withdrawn, and the tongue was moved enough.
The consequence of this is that whenever dialects appear in public places such as corridors or halls, they always attract a lot of attention and discussion, and he has experienced a kind of treatment that can only be experienced by the savior next year.
Fortunately, there are new things happening at Hogwarts every day, and the "little thing" of Dialect in Potions class that hard-topped Snape, and when Snape and Dialect tacitly did not make any remarks, it was quickly overshadowed by the "love triangle tearing incident" that occurred between a Gryffindor senior and two Hufflepuff seniors at the same time. Dialects can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and they don't have to go to class with Snape's murderous eyes in Potions class.
On this day, while Fang Yan was eating breakfast in the hall, hundreds of owls flickered their wings and let out a piercing scream flew into the hall, merging into an overwhelming torrent. They hover above each table until they see their owners and throw letters and packages onto the laps of their owners.
A dark gray owl broke away from the flock of owls and flew over the table where Dialect was located, and as soon as its talons loosened, it threw a package at the table in front of Dialect.
"Smack-" Fang Yan reached out in time to catch the package that fell from mid-air, saving him and the surrounding students from being splashed with soup.
The owl folded its wings and landed lightly on the shoulders of the dialect, pecking at the cheeks of the dialect with its pointed beak as a sign of affection.
"What a great guy, Phil." Fang Yan dodged the "kiss" of Phil the owl and grabbed it and moved it to the table in front of him. The owl was bought in Diagon Alley in dialect and was named Phil. However, Dialect didn't bring it to Hogwarts, but kept it in the Leaky Cauldron for Old Tom to help keep it.
"Goo-" Phil the owl pecked at the tongue's finger in dissatisfaction, and he was very angry that his master didn't like his affection.
"Alright, alright." Fang Yan had no choice but to take some bread from the plate next to him, break it into crumbs and put it in front of Phil, "Oh, this is yours." ā
Seeing his favorite bread crumbs, Owl Phil's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately generously forgave his owner and happily jumped over to eat it.
Only then did Fang Yan have time to check the package that Phil had brought.
He looked at the name on the package, it was from Old Tom. When I opened it, there was not only a packet of old Tom's secret preserved fruits, but also a letter.
The tongues opened the letter and read it carefully. The first part is just a routine greeting from Old Tom, asking about his new life at Hogwarts, and instructing the dialect to pay attention to his body. It's just that when Fang Yan saw the content of the back of the letter, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
After thinking about it, Fang Yan flipped the letter over, wrote a few words in the margin on the back, and then put the letter back in the envelope and handed it to Phil, who had finished pecking at the crumbs.
"Remember, Phil," Fang Yan stroked the owl and groomed its feathers, "give the letter to Alice Abbott, you should be able to find her, right?" ā
Phil the owl cooed comfortably, straightened his little head, and flapped his wings twice, indicating that it was no problem.
"Well done! Then go for it. ā
Phil flew off into the distance with the envelope in his mouth under the watchful gaze of the dialect.
"The Abbott family?" Fang Yan muttered in his mouth, and an inexplicable smile flashed on his face, "It's kind of interesting." ā
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In the afternoon, the golden sun shines on the water surface of the lake, and occasionally a breeze blows, and the lake suddenly sparkles and is beautiful.
A pretty figure stood in the shade of a willow tree by the lake, looking at the castle in the distance.
"Sorry, I'm late." A clear voice suddenly shattered the beautiful scene.
When Fang Yan came to the lake as promised, he saw a woman's figure standing in the shade of a tree by the lake. When he got closer, he was wearing a Hufflepuff school uniform, and he thought it should be the eldest lady of the Abbott family who asked him to come. And she, it seems, is in a daze?
Although he knew that his sudden voice might be very annoying, Fang Yan didn't want to wait here like a fool for her to come back to her senses. After thinking for a few seconds, he still broke the frozen picture with a decisive voice.
Alice Abbott was thinking about what she had said in her father's letter last time, and was thinking about what attitude she should have towards her titular "brother" later, when a voice suddenly came from behind her, and she shivered with fright, and almost reflexively drew her wand.
Fang Yan looked at the unkind "sister" in front of him embarrassedly, and innocently touched the back of her head, but she didn't expect the eldest lady's reaction to be so big. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, I'm afraid the atmosphere of the next conversation between the two will not be too good.
"Well, hello. I'm Shaun, Sean Abbot! The two of them looked at each other for a while, and then Fang Yan spoke first to break the silence. Then he distinctly heard the soft exhalation of the woman opposite.
"I'm Alice, Alice Abbott!" The eldest lady spoke, but the focus was obviously on the word "Aibo".
Fang Yan was silent, thinking about the purpose of this visit, he didn't know what to say at this time.
Alice didn't deliberately embarrass him anymore, and directly picked up the topic of this meeting: "Since you are the grandson recognized by Grandpa Tom and given the surname of Abbott, then our Abbott family will not refuse to recognize you." With Grandpa Tom's status in the family, you can enjoy all the benefits of a direct member of the family, but if you want the secret magic of the family, that's impossible! ā
Fang Yan frowned, "Why?" ā
Alice reached out and wiped a strand of blonde hair floating to her forehead behind her ear, and said bluntly, "Because you don't have the blood of the Abbot family." ā
Fang Yan didn't get angry at her words, but thought for himself, "The Aibo family's magic secret art has a bloodline limit? ā
Alice's eyes flashed with surprise, she didn't expect the dialect to be so sharp, and she immediately grasped the point. It's just a pity! A hint of regret flashed through Alice's heart.
"You're right," Alice said bluntly, "each family's magic mystics are studied in different directions, but they are generally developed on the basis of the family's bloodline. If you want to practice the magic secret art of the Abbot family, you must at least have a trace of the Abbot family's bloodline. ā
"Is that really the case?" Fang Yan's heart was gloomy, in fact, he found this when he looked up materials in the libraries of Hogwarts and Ravenclaw, but he still didn't give up and wanted to try again, but he still couldn't get his wish.
Seeing Fang Yan's sad look, Alice was a little puzzled, "It stands to reason that your magic power is not bad among your peers, not to mention that with your talent, even if you don't practice magic secret arts, you will have some achievements, why are you so persistent in improving your magic power?" ā
Tongue smiled wryly, can I still tell you that Voldemort is roaming Albania right now, and will even come to Hogwarts next year? Then even if you don't take me for a lunatic, you'll be suspicious of my source of information, and then I'll be in big trouble! So he had to change his reasoning. Well, now turn on the "Dialect - Actor" mode!
I saw Fang Yan secretly hanging his head, and his tone was hazy, "It's not enough!" ā
"Huh?" Alice's face was full of confusion.
"That's not enough!" The dialect repeated, and then said, "If I want to pursue the pinnacle of magic, I must have the strength to match or even surpass Professor Dumbledore, and I can't do it with my own mediocre magical qualifications." He looked up into Alice's eyes, and bright sparks flashed in his eyes, "Just like now, I already have the level of knowledge comparable to that of a Hogwarts graduate, but my real strength can't even reach the third or fourth year!" Many planned magical studies had to be interrupted, all because of my mediocre magical aptitude, can you understand? ā
Alice looked surprised, she didn't expect Fang Yan, who was only so young, to have such great ambitions, and she was even more shocked by his genius mind. "You- you really already have the level of a graduate? You've only been involved in magic for a year, haven't you? "Obviously, the details of the dialect have long been investigated by the Aibo family, otherwise it would not be so easy to accept him into the family.
"It's just the level of theoretical knowledge." The dialect corrected.
Even if it's just the level of theoretical knowledge, that's a surprise to Alice. Looking at the dialect in front of her, Alice couldn't help but be shocked, what a monster! It seems that the family has underestimated him. A thought that had not existed suddenly came to Alice's mind. (To be continued)