Calvin pulled a ferret out of his sleeve and struggled in Calvin's hand.

He pressed the ferret to the table, pulled a dagger out of his sleeve, turned to Neville, and said, "It's going to be a little bloody, get ready." ”

With that, he stabbed the ferret seven or eight times in a row, and blood splattered out of the wound, one of which rushed right in front of Neville.

Neville covered his eyes and took two steps back. Draco was calm, but he frowned as blood splattered on his shoes.

Calvin threw the wounded ferret in front of Draco, "Cure it." ”

The stoat was covered in blood, constantly twisting, wailing, and it could be said that death was not far away.

Draco crouched down, and instead of rushing to release the healing spell, he went straight to check the stoat's wound. Although this process is torture for the ferret, it shows the qualities of a healer.

"Not bad." Calvin thought to himself.

Soon, Draco figured out the location and number of wounds, drew his wand and began to heal. Starting with a small wound, the Clear Spring Mantra cleans the wound and then heals it with the healing mantra. Soon the minor wounds were treated, and only the deepest wound remained.

Draco's brow furrowed, the wound showed signs of poisoning, and he had to look up at Calvin.

Calvin understood and pulled out a tray with eight or nine different herbs on it. Draco's herbalism wasn't particularly good, and he had a hard time making it for a while.

"You should take the first horsetail on the left, the sixth Sazina leaf and the last staghorn." Neville on the side said suddenly.

"I, I'm talking nonsense." Neville noticed that Calvin and Draco both turned their heads to look at him in surprise, and hurriedly waved their hands. Calvin's eyes were deep, not knowing what he meant, and Draco was full of distrust.

Eventually, however, Draco believed Neville, grabbing the horsetail, Sezina leaves, and staghorn mushrooms into his mouth, chewing into a piece of mush, and spitting it out and applying it to the ferret's wound. Soon the purple around the wound began to fade, and Draco used a healing charm to heal the last wound.

Draco did all of this and got up from the ground, but he barely stood still due to the excessive use of mana, but Amor pushed over a chair and placed it behind Draco in time.

Draco's already pale little face was even more bloodless, and he said in a rough manner, "Professor, I, I did it." ”

Calvin lifted the ferret from the ground and made sure that it was indeed regaining its vitality, then tucked it back into his sleeve, and then cleaned the blood stains from the office and the three of them, and then slowly spoke:

"Barely qualified, failed without Neville's help, Draco. But I'm already qualified to be my student. ”

A smug smile appeared on Draco's face.

"I will write to inform you when you will come to me for my private instruction, and I will develop a special course for you according to your talents. And all you need to pay is come to me every week and help me take care of the fantastic beasts. ”

Draco nodded excitedly, "Professor, I will definitely not live up to your expectations. ”

Calvin looked at him with blood-colored eyes, "Don't forget the honor of the Malfoy family, or your honor." ”

Draco nodded solemnly, turned to Neville and whispered thank you to him, before leaving the office with a deep foot.

Neville drank the hot cocoa with his head down and whispered to Calvin, "Professor I'm leaving too, thank you for the hot cocoa." ”

"Mr. Longbottom," Calvin called him, "would you like to be instructed by me personally?" ”

Neville lowered his head and grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Professor, I may not have the talent you said. People say I'm a squib. ”

"That's ridiculous," Calvin said with a laugh, "Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't make such a mistake, and neither would the Sorting Hat.

I'm sure you have a talent that no one else has. For example, the herbs, the poison in the ferret just now is not an ordinary poison, and you can help Malfoy unravel it at once. ”

Nevimune nodded, "Professor Sprout did praise me, but sometimes I'm not as good as Hermione. ”

"Talent also needs to grow, Neville." Calvin didn't care, "Tell me what's going on with the Squib, can't you cast magic?" ”

Neville nodded, then shook his head again, "It's Crabbe and Goyle, once they bullied me and used me to practice evil spells, I hit them with my fists, and Goyle both had nosebleeds. From then on, they called me a Squib, and I didn't fight back with magic, but only swung my fists at Muggles.

Then they practiced more magic on me, but each time I forgot to use it, and even once I picked up Filch's broomstick and hit Crabbe on the head, and as a result, I was pulled by Filch and locked up. ”

Neville's expression was frustrated, "I'm a little skeptical of myself, why can't I use magic every time I'm nervous?" ”

Calvin nodded, "Give me your hand." ”

Neville held out his right hand to Calvin, who was pinched by Calvin and almost screamed.

Calvin felt that the magic in Neville's body was indeed a little quieter than that of other young wizards, but it was not so bad that he could not cast magic. It seems that we will have to wait until we fully understand the mysteries of magic to help him.

"Show me your wand."

Neville also learned from Draco to hand Calvin his wand.

Oak, unicorn tail hair, eleven inches, but looks very old, not like new.

"This shouldn't be your wand." Calvin returned the wand to Neville.

"This is my father's." Neville lowered his head and said, "He's crazy, he's been in the hospital because of the Mind Curse. ”

"Oh, I see." Calvin realized, "I suggest you change your wand, unicorn tails are especially loyal to wands, and your father needs him more than you do." ”

"Professor," Neville said aloud as he suddenly looked up at Calvin, "my dad has gone mad from the Mind Curse..."

"Calm down, Neville." Calvin tried his best to reassure Neville, "Maybe one day he'll be sober." ”

Neville let out a long sigh and secretly wiped a handful of tears.

"Then again, I don't think it's shameful to punch a bully, and Muggles aren't as bad as they think. Godric Gryffindor, the founder of your Academy, was a warrior with a wand and a sword. ”

"Anyway, I'm more optimistic about your talent, Neville. Would you like to receive private instruction from me outside of class? Calvin extended an invitation to Neville Longbottom.

"I, I." Neville was flattered and a little at a loss for a moment.

"Don't be nervous, Neville."

"I thought, I thought you'd invite Hermione first, or Harry—" Neville stammered a little.

"Everyone has their own strengths, but I saw you first." Calvin rubbed Neville's hair.

Neville looked up and looked directly at Calvin, his eyes blazing, "Teach me."