Professor Crick's residence is not very large, similar to that of President Brooke, so it is true that there are not as many things as expected. But for a small-scale room, these things are sufficient.

The furnishings look like they were made by Brooke, who Wood has been to Principal Brooke many times in the past and is familiar with everything there. Wood's first impression when he came here was that he felt like home, but it wasn't, but because Wood was too familiar with Headmaster Brooke's room. So when he came in, Wood had the illusion that he was in Principal Brooke's room.

There are still many differences between the two, but that's where the magic comes in. Even though there are many different places, the feeling is the same. Principal Brooke really has a heart, which is kind of like his style of doing things.

Here, too, Wood sees some self-portraits, but the people on them are not Wood's acquaintances. Presumably, the people who can appear here are some people who are close to Professor Crick.

Wood tries to find their mother in the portraits, but none of them meet Wood's criteria, as these are self-portraits of men. And each one is a different person, and the style is also different.

It seems that Professor Crick should rarely be seen on the first floor, because he hardly cares about the things here. Wood believes that a person, no matter how casual, will still put some thought into the place where he has lived for a long time.

But it was evident that the things on the first floor were covered with a fine layer of dust, which was something that a magician could easily do. Wood couldn't help but shake his head, then waved his hand gently.

The dust on the self-portraits was gone, you see, just something that could have been done so easily, but Professor Crick hadn't done it. Instead, I let the dust fall on those things, and I don't know what the situation is upstairs.

Wood listened, but couldn't hear anything, and felt like he was alone in the room.

Wood also does experiments a lot, but when he does them, basically the whole lab is filled with the sound of bottles colliding with each other. Because the stairs are rotated up, from the angle of Wood Station, there are some views on the second floor.

Only, Wood saw nothing but simple furnishings. Could it be that Professor Crick didn't do the experiments on the second floor?

The place where Professor Crick lives looks like a two-story house from the outside, and there should be no other rooms. So Wood listened carefully for a while, but still didn't hear anything.

"Professor Crick?"

"Are you still there?"

Wood couldn't help but ask, but only his own echo responded. Yes, in this not very large room, Wood actually heard his own echo.

Not hearing a response from Professor Crick, Wood felt that he should go up and have a look. So, Wood walked towards the second floor step by step.

The stairs are steep, and because they are designed to rotate, it is the first time Wood has climbed such a staircase, so he holds on to the railing with both hands. Wood tried to slow his pace as much as he could, trying not to make any noise.

Finally, when Wood came to the second floor, but before he could see the situation clearly, he heard an angry shout:

"He who told you to come up, let me go down. ”

Needless to say, it was Professor Crick's angry voice, like a muffled thunderclap.

Before Wood could gain a foothold, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he rolled down the stairs.

The stairs were very hard, and Wood rolled down from them, and when he got up, he felt his ears ringing.

What just happened?

Wood stood up and checked his injuries, and thankfully, there were no serious injuries like broken bones, except for a few abrasions. In fact, the so-called serious injuries are not such a terrible thing for them, and magic can restore them in a very short time.

It's just that this process is a bit painful for Wood, and if it breaks a bone, the bone is fast, but it can also be painful. It's not that it hurts, it's that the uncomfortable feeling can't be expressed in words.

"No one is allowed to come up here without my permission, don't you know?" Professor Crick's voice came upstairs, and the tone was very different from the one just now, but Wood still felt that Professor Crick was angry.

"I'm sorry, Professor Crick, I really didn't know I couldn't go up. I didn't feel any movement just now, so I called you, but I still didn't hear anything. I was worried that you would be in trouble, so I wanted to go up and have a look. I'm really sorry. Wood felt like a bad guy snooping into someone else's secrets, and he was ashamed.

"Pay attention next time. After Professor Crick finished speaking, there was no sound.

With this lesson, Wood naturally didn't dare to go up again. It's just that since Professor Crick was there just now, and he was not far away from him. He should have heard his own voice just now, why didn't he respond. By the time Wood had gone up, Professor Crick looked like he had just discovered Wood.

Although there was a lot of doubt in his heart, Wood didn't dare to think about it anymore. Now that he knew that Professor Crick was still there, and that he didn't seem to need his help, Wood sat down and casually picked up a book on the table and read it.

Wood picked up the book only to find that the book had been opened, and there was a fine layer of dust on the open page. Wood couldn't help but think that this Professor Crick was really a weirdo.

This book is a storybook, the kind of bedtime story that parents often tell their children. Although Wood had no such experience, during the semester he spent in contact with Suri and Mante, he learned a lot about the trivial things about the lives of children in the wizarding world.

Or, not only children in the wizarding world, but also children living elsewhere will have their own bedtime stories.

The stories are fascinating, and Wood is very engaged. Before you know it, time passes slowly. Because the light in the room was so good, Wood didn't notice how much time had passed and what was going on outside.

It was a very thick book, and when Wood finished reading the book, he looked up and realized that it was already dawn. Spent a night with Professor Crick himself?