Ameriken, Infamorny Academy of Magic

Under a tall tree with shiny leaves, like a number of stout long snakes coiled together, a gray sideburns with a solemn and solemn expression, and a divine light of sadness and compassion in his eyes.

He looked at the tree, his hand trembling slightly, his palm pressed against the hard, smooth trunk like snake scales. The warm touch and cold temperature made his expression more complicated.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

This sigh, accompanied by the passing wind, drifted away without knowing the purpose.

All that was left was a withered leaf and a strand of long, half-white hair.

In the distance, looking at the headmaster's bleak back, the female secretary said with some reluctance: "Professor Morion, there is really no way to diagnose it, is there something wrong with the snake?"

Mo Li'an put away the relief on his face, touched his bald head, and said helplessly, "It's really not that I don't want to find the key to this problem."

He spread his hands and said, "You can see that we've been looking for problems for a whole year. I've tried to find all kinds of problems, but nothing has worked."

As soon as he said this, the secretary sighed helplessly. As Professor Morian said, they have thought of everything, but the so-called results can only be said to be better than nothing.

After all, the grass around the snake tree is growing more and more lush, and the students' labor class has another task of "weeding the snake wood".

In addition, they could only look at the spiritual symbol of the Yin Famoroni tree in front of them, and together with their headmaster, the decorations on their heads were becoming more and more thin.

I have to say. In this sense, the principal has truly achieved the honor and disgrace of the school.

"I still don't understand why this guy has always refused to go to the heir of the Gaunt family?" Morian looked puzzled and said, "I'm really hard to understand, after all, that's probably the only way we can think of it."

"Although this so-called solution may not be useful."

He is also true, and it is true that this method may not be useful. After all, Snake Wood had something wrong inexplicably, as if the vitality of the whole body was sucked away by someone, and judging from such a defeat performance, their first suspicion was naturally the heir of the Gaunt family who jumped out of nowhere.

Those of them who are sober know that no matter how important this thing is in their hands, how many people cherish it. After all, this thing doesn't really belong to them in the sense of the word.

Snake wood is not one of those rare porcelain, picture scrolls. The snake wood, or the wand that followed Salazar Slytherin that slept in the snake wood, had its own ideas. This means that they have no way to force something to be their own.

After all, this thing, people screamed, and Snake Wood really dared to agree.

"You have to understand that even this magic academy is in the United States, and the other party hasn't been in our school for hundreds of years. Even for the founder's background, we try to be as ambiguous as possible."

"But there's nothing we can do to change that...... The boy, Luke Gaunt, has some ownership of the Academy."

"This is the explanation of the founder's will, and the founder's descendants have been insisting on the validity of this will."

Hearing this, a disdainful smile appeared on Professor Morion's lips, "That kid is so cowardly, he doesn't even have the courage to revise his ancestor's will. I can only look at my own meat, and inexplicably share it in the hands of a relative who is far away from the ocean."

"But as long as this relative doesn't come, then these rights and interests still belong to him after all!"

The secretary shook her head and said, seeing that Morian was a little stiff, and then began to think, she spoke again: "Actually, it's very simple, if the headmaster dares to call Luke Gaunt over, then that person will turn his face on the spot, and the headmaster will definitely face a serious impeachment. school

It's hard to say whether the long position can be kept."

This explanation is also simple and clear, Mo Li'an pinched his teeth, stroked his bare head, and then said with emotion: "No, it's better to learn herbal medicine, you don't have to be like you people, thinking so much all day long, so tired."

Then he turned to the side and said to the secretary quite seriously, "Again, or, find that Luke Gaunt and let him come and have a look, and then maybe he will see something." Or, just ignore it, and don't think about dwelling on this matter all day, there's no need at all."

Morian shrugged helplessly and said, "The competence of the professors in our school can't solve this problem. I'll confess to you today, and don't let the old man bother me with this kind of thing in the future."

The secretary looked at Mo Li'an, who was about to write "Lao Tzu is going to make a bad ......" on his face, and didn't know what expression to do for a while, and after a moment of silence, she said helplessly: "Please think of a way again......

"I really can't help it, I don't lie to you, little girl. And ......" Morian said seriously with a hint of guilt in the look of anticipation, "After all, what does it have to do with me if this little guy has a problem."

"I've been working in this school for thirty years, from a young and strong guy to a gray-haired old man. I am willing to teach my knowledge to students, but the same ...... I don't care who the principal is. I've met many principals. If I hadn't been unwilling, the previous headmaster might have been me."

"So, Miss Miranda, I did my best, but please don't continue to embarrass me. I don't have that much time and energy right now to focus on solving a problem that is beyond my means. I still have to continue my research and I have to revise the progress of each grade level according to the progress."

"I'm tired, please don't trouble me."

"Something that's almost seventy years old, you don't have to think about writing about me."

With that, Professor Morian swaggered and left. It looks like the whole person is a lot more relaxed. It's as if I've finally pulled open the big stone that is blocking my heart and pressing on my shoulder.

Back to nature.

Looking at Morian's short and sturdy figure, Miranda could only say anything, but the expression on her face was even more sad.

Such complaints are naturally not something that happens overnight.

Professor Morian has said many times that he doesn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, but what can be done about it?

The only thing they can rely on is Morian. And now, after Morian also announced that he was helpless, who else could they rely on? They don't know, either.

Somehow, Miranda felt her teeth clenched, as if she was unwilling.

In fact, she is indeed very unwilling.

She couldn't have been more aware of how much Gilbert had paid to become the principal. And now the situation is that if the heirs of the Gaunt family are invited, then Gilbert will be impeached. But if Snake Wood really loses his vitality completely, then Eggerbert is not only an impeached headmaster, he is even the sinner of the entire Yinfalmorny!

The pros and cons of the former and the latter were weighed before, and I don't know how to do it.

She stepped forward and walked over to where Gilbert was standing.

And as she approached the other party, she suddenly heard Gilbert's words.

"I've decided, Miranda, to have Professor Dumbledore bring the heir of House Gaunt over to meet us in a few days."

In Miranda's surprised eyes, Agierbert patted the tree in front of him vigorously.

As a middle-aged man, he is strong and strong, and his strength is naturally not small.

The yellowish leaves are falling one by one. Looks good though. But the leaves of the snake wood never grew again. So it can only be less and less.

Compared with the dense foliage a year ago, the snake wood now, the loss of this number of leaves is enough to make people feel distressed for a while

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"But, Headmaster......

Miranda's face showed hesitation again, although she had come over to convince Eggerbert to make a decision as soon as possible, and was inclined to let Luke come over at the very beginning of the decision.

But after she really got this answer, and it was not under her own advice, but the principal made the decision himself, she began to suffer from gains and losses.

What if the impeachment of the other side is completed soon? What if you really save the snake wood? If you are impeached, these are all wedding dresses for the next generation of principals.

How can you let her tolerate such a thing?

"But, Headmaster......

Miranda looked at Agibert anxiously and opened her mouth to speak, but halfway through her words, she was cut off by Agibert.

"I shouldn't have let the people who came after me guard that mess." His eyes were firm and bright, and the drooping old state in him that should not have appeared was gone, and Miranda thought that standing in front of him was still the Agierbert who could overcome obstacles and walk forward bravely, not the old scalper who had to sit at his desk and take care of all the trivial things.

"Let's go! Let's go and draw up an official invitation now!"

With that, he walked straight in the direction of the office building.

And Miranda, after answering in a low voice, followed behind Gilbert with an awe-inspiring expression.

………………

Luke looked at the strange, mud-like thing in front of him, and his eyes were full of resistance.

Snape, beside him, didn't seem to see Luke at all, and just used one hand to add herbs to his crucible. At the same time, the other hand held the wand, and from time to time it would draw strange trajectories. And these tracks have a little bit of flash.

Snape took out a strange, stone-like thing from the pile of medicinal herbs on the side, and threw it into the cauldron.

Luke's brow finally furrowed.

"Professor, I don't know anything in front of me, and you said I don't know what the use of putting this thing in there. But isn't this dungstone? Can the dung stone still help the medicinal properties of this medicine?"

Dung stone, a very common medicinal herb. But when it comes to brewing potions, not all of them can be used.

Luke still doesn't have an in-depth understanding of potion making. The talent was here, and he didn't have the heart to study it as a potions master. After all, there is Taylor by his side.

Snape also seemed to have grabbed Luke's pigtails, and grabbed them tightly. No matter what Luke saw that was different from the herb in the recipe, he would say, "You don't understand."

Then he would pick up the herb that Luke was so unfamiliar with and ask what it was.

Heaven and earth conscience, Luke has never been a student who does not study well. Medicinal herbs can cope with such a rote memorization, and he naturally memorizes the book well.

But...... He didn't even know what Snape had singled out.

He couldn't speak, and Snape, as if he had acquiesced to his actions, silently threw the herb into the cauldron that he didn't know what it did.

Of course, they are all pre-treated.

Now, Luke had a material that he knew, but did not appear in the prescription given by Nicol Lemay, and he almost subconsciously asked.

However, after asking this sentence, he regretted it a little.

Sure enough, after he said this, Snape's doggy face quickly turned ugly.

"Then you're ready to boil!"

A sneering smile tugged at the corners of Snape's mouth, then he stepped aside and said to Luke.

Of course, Luke didn't care about the smile on his lips, but looked him seriously into the eyes. There was no sarcasm in Snape's eyes, but pure indifference.

Luke knew that if that was the case, he would be really angry.

"No, forget it, you go ahead."

After three consecutive years, he silently pushed half a step away, choosing not to stare at this pot of wonderful-looking things, out of sight and out of mind.

Snape was stunned for a moment, then sneered at Luke, then turned his head and continued to boil his own medicine.

Luke ignored it and just sat quietly.

He may not have trusted Snape much, but he trusted Dumbledore. Snape may let himself suffer a small loss, but he will definitely not take his own life.

After a while, the medicine will come out, and it will be over with peace of mind.

After all, Snape had no reason to kill him.

And...... He really seemed to be recovering as soon as possible.

What if it's really infertile......

Snape turned, and the dung stone in his hand lingered for a moment, as if hesitating to put it down.

For a moment, as the boiling sound of the potion grew louder and louder, Snape reluctantly threw the dung stone down.

"Does this little ghost see it?"

Snape thought helplessly.

The dung stone was thrown in, and the potion, which originally looked like sludge in the gutter, became extremely clear almost instantly, and even had a sweet fragrance wafting out.

Snape smelled the sweet scent, but instead of thinking happily, he closed his eyes and began to think.

A moment later, under Luke's strange gaze, he proudly took out another medicine from his herb cabinet, which looked like a piece of bark, and Snape gently cut the "bark" into strips with a knife. Then he returned to his place with the "bark strip".

The whole process went smoothly, but Luke looked confused.

"Professor...... You're not acting anymore, are you?"

Snape didn't seem to hear Luke at all. Luke, on the other hand, felt as if he was passing through his back and saw his smug smile......