"Can I touch it?" Dumbledore stood up and stepped in front of Calvin.

"Please." Calvin smiled and passed over the cuffs.

Dumbledore felt for Calvin's sleeve outside, and then reached in with an old, withered hand to explore it.

"It's really not a Traceless Stretching Charm, the space in your sleeve is more stable than the space created by the Traceless Stretching Charm, like, like a sniffing pocket." Dumbledore pondered his words.

This time it was Calvin's turn to be shocked: "Headmaster, you're so right, it's not going to bother you. ”

"As a centenarian, this is still a bit of insight," Dumbledore smiled lightly and quietly returned to his chair, "but I'm still curious how you did it." ”

"Headmaster, I told you before that when I was studying magical beasts, I restored some ancient magic, and this is the ancient magic I restored from Sniff, the Space Spell."

"Calvin, you're such a genius, is there any other ancient magic you can show me?" Dumbledore was expecting more and more surprises from the young man.

However, Calvin shrugged: "Yes, there is, but the principal's office is too small for me to use." Ancient magic has always been known to be so powerful that it is difficult to control. You'll definitely see it later, though. ”

Dumbledore was slightly disappointed: "Okay, there's a chance, so let me see the mechanism you plan to set up so long." ”

"It's easy." Calvin turned on the ink and poured it into the bowl. Dumbledore smelled dragon blood, phoenix tears, and at least 17 potion ingredients.

Calvin spread out the blank paper and quickly drew on it with a brush stained with special ink. Dumbledore noticed that after Calvin's pen drew a rough subject, the magically manipulated pen quickly filled in the details on it, a way he had never seen it in Europe.

"Far Eastern modus operandi?"

About an hour later, Calvin finished two large-open, open-close, freehand ink paintings, then took the frame from his sleeve and framed it.

"Headmaster, this is my agency." Calvin said with a smile, with two drawings floating behind him. Dumbledore probably recognized it as the Thunderbird and the Cat and Leopard.

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded in approval, "it should be the magic painting technique of the Far East." ”

"That's right, Headmaster, I've had a very close relationship with the wizards of the Far East, and they've taught me a lot of local magic. They used magic paintings as bodyguards and pasted them on doors to prevent the invasion of dark wizards, but they painted ancient warriors. Calvin recounted his experiences in the Far East.

Dumbledore became intrigued by this unheard of form of protection, and asked, "So how did they do it?" ”

"It's like this." Calvin snapped his fingers, and then the ptarmian and the leopard jumped out of the frame. The ptarmigan flapped its wings, the cat and leopard roared, and the majesty was incomparable.

"In terms of attack power, they're just like real Fantastic Beasts. Ordinary wizards simply can't get through. It might not be a big problem for Voldemort, but it can delay him for a while, enough for you to get through. Calvin was very pleased with his two works.

"And how do you get through this mechanism?" Dumbledore asked again.

Calvin glanced at Dumbledore and replied hesitantly, "Uh, well, Professor, I'll just tell you one. Just attack their eyes. You don't even use the Eye Curse, and they're two non-threatening paintings. This is common knowledge for wizards in the Far East, but I don't think many wizards in England know about it. ”

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Calvin. Go to the auditorium, I'll leave it to you. When I retire, can you help me draw a picture? ”

"It's my pleasure, Headmaster." Calvin got up and snapped his fingers, and the Thunderbird and the cat-leopard returned to the paper again, "See you at dinner then." The two paintings lay flat on the headmaster's desk, and Calvin walked briskly out of the headmaster's office, leaving only his endless thoughts to the gray-bearded old headmaster.

Calvin returned to the Great Hall, and by this time the Hogwarts professors had arrived, most of whom he knew and was impressed by. The few other professors who had never attended Calvin were also happy to get to know this wonderful young wizard. Many people have a lot in common with Calvin in their areas of expertise.

The personable Calvin naturally had a shallow exchange with these professors. Even so, Calvin still gained a lot. In particular, Professor Bassida Barblin, who teaches ancient magical texts, many of her ideas are far from the mainstream view, but they coincide with her own.

What a treasure, Hogwarts. Excellent people, rich book collection. I should have come back sooner.

Calvin thought to himself.

But not all professors welcomed him that way. For example, Professor Trelawney, who teaches divination. Calvin clearly saw Professor McGonagall glancing at her with disdain, and automatically moved away from Trelawney.

Out of politeness, Calvin still stepped forward to greet her, who knows, Trelawney looked at him in horror, muttering "death" and "darkness" in his mouth, and said to Calvin quite seriously: "Young man, I see ominous and darkness behind you, you better leave Hogwarts as soon as possible." Then he ignored Calvin's outstretched right hand and ran to the small corner of the auditorium alone, causing Calvin to stand in awkwardness.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall came over to ease the embarrassment: "Don't listen to her, she's just pretending, I really don't know why Dumbledore recruited her." If you want me to say, you should give more opportunities to young people like you. ”

Calvin replied obediently, "Professor McGonagall, I have the same reservations about divination, and at Beauxbatons I decided to abandon this course after discovering that I had no talent for divination. But I've met quite a few real soothsayers, none of whom are like Professor Trelawney... Down and out. Professor Trelawney was standing alone in the corner, covered in glittering sequins, pouring a bottle of sherry into his mouth.

Aside from the crazy Divination professor, only the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was more indifferent to Calvin. The garlic-scented Professor Quirrell simply shook Calvin's hand and turned away.

Calvin was interested in Quirinus Quirrell, and even as far away as Beauxbatons, Calvin had heard legends about Defence Against the Dark Arts class, a cursed subject.

I couldn't help but admire Professor Quirrell in my heart, was he really a courageous wizard who was not afraid of Voldemort's curse at all? Even Calvin himself, if Dumbledore were to make him a teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts, he would have to weigh the pros and cons.

What an admirable courage!