"Wasn't it fine yesterday, but today is like this, are you sure you are like this because you used my potion?" Professor Shivara said in a breezy tone, it was clear that he didn't think that the reason why Wood was like this was not because of his own potion.

Faced with Professor Shivala's attitude, Wood didn't know what to say, and he couldn't be sure that he was doing this because he had applied the professor's potion. Although Wood thinks so in his heart, he thinks so.

"Professor, Wood didn't mean that, it's just that this red-dotted tormented Wood can't sleep. Knowing that you will be able to help Wood solve this problem, we will come to trouble you early in the morning, hoping that we did not bother you. If we can, we hope we can help you. Su Rui is really good at speaking, and after a few sentences, Professor Shivala's mood is much better.

"No one last night?" asked Professor Shivara, his hands still busy. The little butterfly looked dead, but the professor wouldn't give up.

"Yes, Professor Shivala, I think you can help you. Wood now focused on the dying butterfly, which he had saved many critters before. I wonder if this butterfly will be easier to save than those dying animals.

"You?" asked Professor Shivara incredulously, not thinking that the little boy in front of him had much magic, but when he saw his confident eyes, he looked at the butterfly that was already dying.

"You can give it a try. Professor Shivara dropped all the containers in his hand and made room for Wood.

"Tell me what you need, I'll get you whatever the material. "It seems that Shivara is really willing to pay for the rescue of this little butterfly. The table was full of some very valuable materials.

"No, I don't need any of that. Wood smiled slightly, when he used to treat those injured little animals, he relied on nothing more than his own hands, and the magical power contained in his body. These things have been around for as long as Wood can remember.

Professor Shivara looked at Wood's serious appearance and said no more, but stood aside and watched Wood's every move carefully. This child's eyes really look like someone's.

Wood carefully placed the butterfly in his palm, and then he didn't know what he had done, and a puff of smoke rose from his palm. The smoke surrounded the butterflies until they were completely out of sight. Not long after, the smoke from Wood's palm disappeared, and a butterfly flew out of his palm lightly.

"Oh my God, how did you do that, all those smokes?" asked Suri in surprise, and when she saw that Wood hadn't said anything, the smoke appeared on its own. This surprised Su Rui, in her opinion, all wonderful things have their fixed magic spells. Then Wood obviously didn't say anything just now, what kind of power is this, Su Rui wants to know.

If Wood had been more sensitive, perhaps he would have been able to sense the change in Professor Shivara at this time. When he saw the smoke in Wood's palm, he almost knew what kind of magic Wood was using. It's just that this kind of magic is absolutely not allowed to be used in the Bird Silent Academy. Not only in the Bird Silent Academy, but also in the wizarding world, such things are absolutely not allowed to happen.

"It's just a little magic, well, thank you Wood, you saved it. As a token of gratitude, this butterfly will belong to you in the future. If you have anything you want to convey, just tell it and it will get your words to the ears of the people you want to tell. Professor Shivala digressed and talked about the role of the butterflies.

It turned out that these butterflies were just like the three of them had just thought, they were not ordinary butterflies, they were butterflies specially trained by Professor Shivara to collect and transmit messages.

They can fly anywhere, collect all sorts of information, and send it back to Professor Shivara. They are ubiquitous, but they seldom cause alarm. This is an intelligence butterfly that only Professor Shivara can have, and the fact that he was so nervous about treating a dying butterfly just now is enough to prove the importance of these butterflies. Wood was lucky to have received a gift from Professor Shivara.

"Great, Wood, this is an opportunity that many people want. Su Rui had only heard of it before, but she had never seen these butterflies. Su Rui felt that what those people said was too magical, so she only thought that those people were deliberately exaggerating. When they saw it today, although they had not yet appreciated the ability of these butterflies, the scene in front of them alone was enough to shock their young hearts.

"It's amazing here, are these butterflies usually resting here, Professor Shivara?" Mante was curious about everything here, but he had an instinctive fear of Professor Shivara, and he was already restrained from asking such a question. Otherwise, God knows what kind of ghost question he'll ask when he sees everything here.

"What you see is just the tip of the iceberg, and there are a lot of butterflies that don't have to come back. Their job is to constantly collect information and give back information. Professor Shivara said unhurriedly, he put the butterfly that Wood had rescued into a small cage, and then told Wood the butterfly how to use magic spells in secret language.

The secret of Sivara was only audible to Wood, but Wood had never heard of the secret language. So, when he heard the spell that Shivara had told him, his first reaction was to repeat Professor Shivara's words, which would help Wood remember the spell more reliably.

Before Wood could utter a word, Professor Shivara shut his mouth, and Wood's mouth opened, but he couldn't say a word.

"They can't hear what we're talking about at this point, so the incantation I recited to you is only known to you, not to the second person, even if you're good friends, you know?" Professor Shivara said sternly, and Wood nodded silently.

"Is that potion still available?" asked Professor Shivara.

"It's all here. Wood took the bottle out of his pocket and handed it to Professor Shivara, there must be about half a bottle left in it.