Chapter 182 Determination
Americon, Inflation Magician School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Under a tall tree with shiny leaves, like a tall tree formed by many thick and long snakes coiled together, there is a man with gray temples, a solemn and dignified expression, and a look of sadness and compassion in his eyes.
He looked at the tree, his hands trembling slightly, and the palms of his hands were attached to the hard and 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 into the distance without knowing the purpose.
Only a withered dead leaf and a strand of half-white long hair remained.
In the distance, looking at the desolate back of the principal, the female secretary said with some reluctance: "Professor Morian, there is really no way to diagnose. Is there something wrong with Snakewood?"
Morian 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 also see that we have been looking for problems for a whole year. We have searched for all kinds of problems, but nothing has worked."
As soon as he said this, the secretary also sighed helplessly.Just like what 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 grew more and more lush, and the students' labor class added a task of 'weeding the snake tree'.
In addition, they can only look at one of the spiritual symbols of the Infalmorny tree in front of them, and together with their principal, the decorations on their heads are becoming increasingly sparse.
have to say.In this sense, the principal has truly shared honor and disgrace with the school.
"I still don't understand why this guy refuses to go to the heir of the Gaunt family?" Morian said with a puzzled face, "It's really hard for me to understand, after all, it may be the only one we have. I can think of a way."
"Although this so-called method may not be useful."
What he said is true, and this method may not necessarily be useful.After all, there was something wrong with Snakewood inexplicably, as if the vitality of the whole body was taken away by someone, and judging from the performance of this defeat, the first thing they suspected was naturally the one who jumped out of nowhere, Gaunt The heir of the family.
These sober people know that no matter how important the snake wood is in their hands, how many people cherish it.After all, this thing does not really belong to them.
Snake wood is not those rare porcelains, picture scrolls.The snakewood, or the wand that slept in the snakewood that followed Salazar Slytherin, has its own ideas.This situation also means that they have no way to force things to be their own.
After all, if someone calls out for this thing, Shemu really dares to agree.
"You have to understand that even if this academy of magic is in the United States, and the other party has not appeared in our school for hundreds of years. We even tried to imitate the founder's life experience as much as possible."
"But we have no way to change the fact... that boy named Luke Gunter enjoys certain ownership of the academy."
"This point is stated in the founder's will, and the founder's descendants have always insisted on the validity of this will."
Hearing this, Professor Morian showed a disdainful smile: "That kid is so cowardly, he doesn't even have the guts to revise his ancestor's will. He can only look at his own flesh, inexplicably into the hands of a relative across the ocean."
"But as long as this relative doesn't come, then these rights still belong to him after all!"
The secretary shook her head and said, seeing that Morian was a little stiff and then started to think, she said again: "It's actually very simple, if the principal dares to call Luke Gaunt over, then that person will turn his face on the spot. The principal will definitely face a serious impeachment. It is hard to say whether the position of the principal will be kept."
This kind of explanation is also simple and clear. Morian pinched his teeth, rubbed his bald head vigorously, and then said with emotion: "No, it's better to learn herbal medicine. You don't have to be like you people all day long." Thinking so much, so tired."
Then he turned sideways and said to the secretary very seriously: "It's the same sentence, either, find that Luke Gunter and ask him to come over and have a look, so maybe he can see something. Or, just Don't care about it, don't think about entangled in this matter all day long, there is no need at all."
Morian shrugged helplessly and said, "The professors in our school can't solve this problem anymore. Tell you the truth today, and don't let the old man bother me with such things in the future."
The secretary looked at Mo Lian, who was about to write "I'm going to kill you..." on his face, and didn't know what expression to make for a moment. After a moment of silence, she said helplessly: "Please think of a way..."
"I really have no other choice. I won't lie to you, little girl. And..." Mo Lian said earnestly with a trace of guilt in his expectant look, "In the final analysis, little girl Agilbert If something goes wrong with the guy, what does it have to do with me?"
"I have been in this school for 30 years, from a young and strong boy to a gray-haired old man. I am willing to teach my knowledge to the students, but the same... I don't need to care Who is the principal. I have met many principals. If I didn't want to, the principal of the previous term might have been me."
"So, Miss Miranda, I tried my best, but please don't continue to embarrass me. I don't have so much time and energy to solve a matter beyond my ability. My research topic is still I have to continue, and I have to revise the class progress of each grade according to the progress."
"I'm tired, please don't trouble me anymore."
"An old thing who is almost 70 years old, you don't have to think about writing about me."
After finishing speaking, Professor Morian swaggered around and left.It seems that the whole person has relaxed a lot.It was as joyful as if I finally got rid of the big stone that was blocking my heart and pressing on my shoulders.
Return to nature.
Looking at Morian's short and lean figure, Miranda had nothing to say, but the expression on her face was even more distressed.
Such complaints naturally did not happen overnight.
Professor Morian has said many times that he doesn't want to get involved in this kind of thing anymore, but what can he do?
The only one they can rely on is Morian.And now after Morian also declared helpless, who else could they rely on?They don't know either.
Somehow, Miranda felt that she clenched her teeth tightly, as if she was unwilling.
In fact, she was indeed very unwilling.
She couldn't understand how much Agilbert had paid to become the principal.And the current situation is that if the heir of the Gunter family is invited, then Egilbert will be impeached.But if the snake wood really loses its vitality completely, then Egilbert is not just an impeached principal, he is even a sinner of the entire Yinfamoney!
The pros and cons of the former and the latter are weighed, and I don't know how to do it.
She stepped forward and walked to where Agilbert was standing.
And when she approached the other party, she suddenly heard Agilbert's words.
"I've decided, Miranda, let Professor Dumbledore bring the heir of the Gaunt family over to meet us in a few days."
Under Miranda's surprised eyes, Agilbert patted the tree in front of him vigorously.
As a middle-aged man, he is physically strong, and his strength is naturally not small.
Withered and yellow leaves fell one by one.Looks good though.But the leaves of the snake tree never grew again.So it can only be less and less.
Compared with the dense branches and leaves a year ago, the current snakewood has dropped this amount of leaves, which is enough to make people feel distressed for a while.
"But, principal..."
Miranda's face once again showed a hesitant look, although she came over at the beginning to persuade Agilbert to make a decision as soon as possible, and she was inclined to let Luke come over at the beginning of the decision.
But after she really got the answer, and it was not under her own suggestion, but after the principal made the decision, she began to worry about gains and losses.
What if the impeachment of the other party is completed soon?So what if the snake wood is really saved?If impeached, these are making wedding dresses for the next generation of principals.
How can you let her tolerate such a thing?
"But, Mr. Principal..."
Miranda looked at Agilbert anxiously, and spoke, but Agilbert cut him off in the middle of speaking.
"I shouldn't let the people who came after me guard those messes." His eyes were firm and divine, and the old look that shouldn't have appeared on him disappeared. Miranda thought that standing in front of her was still The Egilbert who was able to overcome obstacles and walk forward bravely, not the old scalper who had to sit at the desk and deal with all the trivial matters one by one.
"Go! Let's draw up a formal invitation letter now!"
With that said, he walked directly towards the office building.
After Miranda responded in a low voice, she followed Agilbert with a dignified expression.
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Luke looked at the pot of strange, silt-like things 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 medicinal materials to his own cauldron.At the same time, the other hand was holding the wand, drawing strange tracks from time to time.And these trajectories all have a little bit of flash.
Snape casually took out a stone-like, strange-shaped thing from a pile of medicinal materials on one side, and was about to throw this thing into the cauldron.
Luke frowned finally.
"Professor, I don't know what's in front of me. You said I don't know what's the use of putting this thing in. But isn't this a bezoar? Can bezoar help the medicinal properties of this painting?"
Bezoar, a very common medicinal material.But when brewing potions, not all of them can be used.
Luke still has no in-depth understanding of potion making.The talent is here, and he doesn't have the intention to study it as a master of potions.After all, there is Taylor around.
Snape seemed to have grasped Luke's little braid too, and he couldn't let go of it.No matter what medicinal material Luke saw was different from the formula, he would say "You don't understand."
Then he would pick up the medicinal material that was so strange to Luke and ask what it was.
Conscience in heaven and earth, Luke has never been a student who doesn't study hard.Medicinal materials, which can be handled by rote memorization, naturally he has memorized them well.
But...he didn't know what Snape picked out.
So he couldn't speak, and Snape just silently threw the medicinal material of unknown effect into the cauldron as if he was acquiescing to his behavior.
Of course, they are all pre-processed.
Now, Luke had a material that he knew but didn't appear on the prescription given by Nicole Flamel, so he asked this question almost subconsciously.
However, after asking this sentence, he regretted it a little.
Sure enough, after he said this, Snape's dog face soon became ugly.
"Then you're done!"
Snape's mouth curled into a mocking smile, and then stepped aside halfway, and said to Luke.
Of course, Luke didn't pay attention to the smile on his mouth, but looked seriously into his eyes.There was no sarcasm in Snape's eyes, but pure indifference.
Luke knew that in this case, he was really angry.
"No, forget it, you continue."
After three times in a row, he silently pushed away half a step, choosing not to stare at this wonderful looking pot, 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 might not trust Snape too much, but he did trust Dumbledore.Snape might make himself suffer a little, but he definitely wouldn't want to kill himself.
After a while, the medicine will come out, and you can drink it at ease.
Snape, after all, had no reason to kill him.
And...he really seemed to be recovering as soon as possible.
What if you are really infertile...
After Snape turned around, the bezoar in his hand stayed there for a while, as if hesitating whether to put it down.
Moments later, when the boiling potion became louder and louder, Snape reluctantly threw the bezoar down.
"Could this kid see it?"
Snape thought helplessly.
The bezoar was thrown in, and the potion, which originally looked like sludge in the gutter, became extremely clear almost instantly, and even had a faint sweet fragrance wafting out.
Snape smelled the sweet fragrance, but he didn't feel any happy thoughts, but closed his eyes and started to think.
A moment later, under Luke's strange eyes, he proudly took out another medicine from his medicine cabinet, it was like a piece of bark, Snape gently cut the 'bark' into strips with a knife shape.Then he took the 'bark strip' and returned to his position.
The whole process was smooth and smooth, but Luke looked confused.
"Professor...you don't act anymore, do you?"
Snape didn't seem to hear Luke at all.But Luke felt as if he saw his smug smile through his back...