The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 297 Tonks (Subscription Request)
In the Hufflepuff Headmaster's office.

Mu Sheng leaned back and relaxed on the high-back sofa chair, his whole body sank into it, and he turned around on the chair with his feet on the floor.

Then he looked at Snape and said in a teasing tone:

"Professor Snape, why are you looking for me instead of cultivating your relationship with your lovely wife Harry?"

Snape had long been accustomed to Mu Sheng's teasing of him, and there was no expression of embarrassment or shame on his face.

He glanced around the office.

Snape had been to the Hufflepuff Headmaster's office several times.

Sprout, the owner of the office and also the herbology teacher, loves to fiddle with flowers and plants.

The original office was filled with potted plants of exotic flowers and plants, and the walls were covered with many plants similar to mistletoe.

However, when Snape came to the Hufflepuff Headmaster's office again after a long time, he found that the style here had changed a lot.

The flowers and plants that originally filled the entire office and seemed a bit messy have now been organized into the middle area of the office.

Many magical plants of different orders and families are neatly arranged together, like a small botanical garden.

There are two glass water tanks on the east and west sides of the garden, dividing the entire office into two areas, north and south.

There were many swaying water plants in the tank, and Snape saw many brown trout, zander and cod swimming around in it looking for food.

"Does Victory think of this place as his own?"

Snape was speechless, and the muscles in his cheek twitched quickly.

"Professor Sprout really indulges you!"

Although Snape felt it was a bit exaggerated, he could somehow understand Sprout's thoughts.

Our own academy has produced a student like this who is bound to become a legend in the wizarding world, so it would not be excessive to indulge him in any way.

"There is no rule in the school regulations that prohibits students from helping to decorate the dean's office, right?" Mu Sheng said nonchalantly.

Rules have always been used to restrain the weak. In the eyes of the strong and those in power, rules are just a bitch that can be played with at will.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Hearing Mu Sheng asking again, Snape stopped criticizing this violation.

It was not his place as the head of Slytherin to take care of Hufflepuff affairs, not to mention that he also needed Mu Sheng's help.

"I want to borrow something from you." Snape stared into Mu Sheng's eyes, as if he wanted to see through his heart: "Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone!"

"Magic stone?"

Mu Sheng was stunned at first, as if he didn't expect Snape to borrow this thing from him.

Then he spread his hands and said, "I destroyed that thing a long time ago, what do you want it for?"

In fact, it was not destroyed. The magic stone was lying in Mu Sheng's refining space.

Mu Sheng will not waste such good research materials.

However, due to the high-weight isolation of the panel space, the connection between the Philosopher's Stone and Nicolas Flamel was also cut off.

This legendary wizard who has lived for more than 800 years with the help of the Philosopher's Stone has also come to the end of his life.

But he didn't want to live in the first place, so he got what he wanted.

Also because of Nicolas Flamel's death, Dumbledore thought that the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed by Maki.

"Ruined?" Snape looked at Mu Sheng with some suspicion.

He is not Dumbledore. Having suffered many losses at the hands of Mu Sheng, he does not believe that Mu Sheng would destroy the Philosopher's Stone with his personality.

But I didn't see anything from Mu Sheng's eyes.
"I really need it, Victeri!" Snape tried his last effort: "As long as you lend me the Philosopher's Stone, I am willing to exchange everything I have with you."

"I really ruined it. Nicolas Flamel has been dead for almost a year. Didn't Dumbledore tell you?"

"Nicholas Flamel is dead?" Snape was stunned. He really didn't know this.

As a legendary wizard who lived for more than 800 years, few people knew Nicolas Flamel's whereabouts, otherwise he would not have been able to live a peaceful life.

I wonder how many dark wizards who want to achieve immortality are coveting Nicolas Flamel's alchemy.

At Hogwarts, only Dumbledore had correspondence with him.

"The Philosopher's Stone is really destroyed, what about Harry?"

The hope in Snape's eyes disappeared, and he murmured in disappointment.

In order to cure Harry's physical defects, he read all the relevant magic books in Hogwarts.

It cannot be said that there was no gain at all. Snape did research several treatment methods, but without exception they were all black magic.

The reason why black magic is black magic is not only that its methods are cruel and bloody, but more importantly, it will erode people's spirit.

Snape was unwilling to use this method unless it was absolutely necessary.

This is also the reason why he came to Mu Sheng to borrow the magic stone. This stone can make people immortal and contains powerful vitality.

Even Voldemort wanted to use the life energy in it to resurrect himself, so there would be no problem using it to heal Harry's injuries.

Snape originally thought that the Philosopher's Stone was secretly taken away by Mu Sheng, but he didn't expect that it was actually destroyed by him.

As for Mu Sheng's statement, he did not doubt it. After all, he only needed to ask Dumbledore to find out whether Nicolas Flamel was dead or not.

Not getting what he wanted, Snape saw no point in staying any longer and turned around to leave.

Just as he walked to the office door and put his hand on the handle, he heard Mu Sheng's voice behind him again.

"Although the Philosopher's Stone is destroyed, Harry's injury doesn't have to be healed by the Philosopher's Stone, right?"

A glimmer of hope rose in Snape's heart again. Although this guy had an extremely bad character, his magical talent was indeed astonishing.

I can't find a solution myself, but this guy may not be the case.

"What can you do?"

“Have you ever heard of grafting?”

Mu Sheng stood up and walked to the plant forest in the middle of the room, squatting next to a pot of flowers emitting blue light.

Use your index finger and middle finger to make a scissors shape, and gently pinch to cut off the flower bud.

“Grafting is the process of grafting a branch of one plant onto the trunk of another plant.”

Mu Sheng said as he stood up, cut a hole in a two-meter-tall tree next to him, and inserted the branch with blue flowers into it.

Then I gently rubbed the cut with my thumb a few times, and the blue flower grew perfectly together with the branch.

"You mean, find someone else's and 'graft' it onto Harry?"

The image of Harry hanging a stranger's Dick instantly appeared in Snape's mind, and he found it unacceptable.

"No, no, this method is too cruel. Harry won't accept it."

Snape originally wanted to say that it was disgusting, but suddenly he realized that he seemed to have no right to say so, so he changed his words.

"What's so cruel about this? Just go to a slaughterhouse and find an animal. They are going to die anyway."

"Wait, you're not going to use humans, are you? That's too disgusting."

Mu Sheng looked at Snape with disgust, as if he was looking at a dung beetle in a gutter.

"What's that look in your eyes? Isn't it disgusting to use animal ones? What qualifications do you have to say that to me?" "What an evil little badger! Professor Sprout should teach him a lesson!"

Snape knew that every time he met this guy, he would always be very angry.

"Animals are not allowed either. Harry won't agree to that!" Snape refused firmly.

"Is there any other method?"

"There is another way, but it will cost me a lot."

Mu Sheng looked at Snape meaningfully: "What are you going to give me as compensation?"

"What do you want? Magical knowledge, potions, money or anything else, as long as I have it, I can give it to you!" Snape said without hesitation.

"None of this means anything to me." Mu Sheng shook his head, pointed at Snape and said, "I want your loyalty!"

loyalty?

Snape didn't expect to hear such a word from Mu Sheng's mouth.

This reminded him of a man whose loyalty was taken away by Voldemort in the same way, false loyalty!

'What does Victory want with my loyalty?'

'Does he want to rule the wizarding world like Voldemort did?'

"Yes, didn't Victory say it when he entered school? He, the God of Magic, will bring a new order to the magic world!"

'He has never concealed his ambitions. The Hufflepuff student organization is called the Radiant Society.'

Many thoughts came to Snape's mind, and he didn't know what decision to make for a moment.

"Don't worry about replying to me, Professor Snape. Harry's injury won't be urgent!"

Mu Sheng reached out and plucked a few purple fruits from the tree: "It's actually pretty good to keep the status quo, isn't it?"

With a clench of his hands, the fruit in Mu Sheng's hands instantly dehydrated and turned into a handful of broken particles.

"If Harry's injury heals, will he still want to rely on you as much as he does now?"

Mu Sheng walked to the water tank and scattered the fruit grains in his hand evenly on the water surface. The fish in the water tank immediately rushed to the surface, scrambling for food.

Snape quietly watched the fish fighting for food and recalled the past six months.

Because of the lack of sexual characteristics, Harry's mental and physical behavior habits are somewhat feminine.

Although it was not particularly obvious or strange at this age, it always gave Snape the illusion that he was facing Lily.

This illusion made him a little obsessed
'Maybe it's not bad to continue like this'

Just when Snape was a little hesitant, a little mermaid holding a steel fork suddenly jumped out from the water plants in the water tank and pounced on the school of fish on the water.

The steel fork pierced fiercely into the belly of a fish, and the blood immediately dyed a large area of water red.

"Hey!"

"Oh!"

The little mermaid held the fish on the fork, climbed onto the glass of the water tank, and roared angrily at the two people outside.

Snape was startled by the sudden appearance of the fish-man and took a half step back, and his wandering thoughts returned to reality.

"Is this the Mermaid from the Black Lagoon?"

Snape never expected that Mu Sheng actually caught all the mermaids and raised them in a water tank.

This guy is really lawless!

"How is it? I used a spell to shrink the size of these mermaids. Isn't it pretty good?" Mu Sheng said with some pride.

These?

Upon hearing this, Snape took a few steps forward and carefully observed the situation in the water tank. Sure enough, he found a few little mermaids among the water plants in the corner.

This behavior of wantonly manipulating other lives instantly reminded Snape of Voldemort.

"But compared to Voldemort, this guy is kind and more humane."

Mermaid: Kindness? Humanity?

On the other side, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Lockhart had just finished grading all the papers when he heard a knock on the door.

Then the door was unlocked with an unlocking spell, and three witches in plain clothes walked in.

Lockhart was instantly unhappy; this kind of barging in was a very offensive act.

"Do you know who you have offended?" Lockhart raised his head and walked out from behind the desk.

"The person standing before you is the recipient of the Order of Merlin, the third-class medal, and the best-selling magic book author, Girod Law."

"You are under arrest, Lockhart!" The leading almond-eyed witch stepped forward and interrupted Lockhart's self-introduction.

".Hart."

Lockhart was stunned for a second, then added the last two notes. He would suffocate to death if he didn't finish.

"I was arrested?" Lockhart thought it was very funny: "Do you know who I am? I am Lockhart. I have captured snowmen, fought vampires, and helped a village get rid of werewolves."

As Lockhart continued to brag about his exploits, a witch with short reddish-purple hair became impatient.

"Girod Lockhart, your use of the Oblivion Charm to steal other wizards' adventures has been exposed. Stop struggling and come back to the Ministry of Magic with us to stand trial!"

As she spoke, Tonks took out her wand, looking like she was ready to fight if they disagreed.

After hearing Tonks' story about stealing other people's adventures, Lockhart instantly panicked.

You know, the things he did were enough to send him to Azkaban several times.

"What about the forgetfulness spell, what about stealing other people's experiences? This is ridiculous!"

Lockhart shook his head as if he had heard a joke and turned to walk towards the chair behind the desk.

"Someone must be jealous of my talent and wants to..."

Lockhart held onto the chair with his left hand, as if he was about to sit down.

Suddenly, he turned around and waved his wand at Megan, Tonks and the other two who were standing at the door.

"Forget everything"

Lockhart used his best spell.

It was impossible to go to the Ministry of Magic for trial. Rather than being imprisoned in Azkaban, he might as well take all his belongings and run away.

At most he could just run to the big Eastern country. Could the people from the Ministry of Magic still go there to catch him?
However, Megan and the others had already been on guard against him, and as soon as he made a move, they attacked him.

"Except your weapons!"

"Collapse!"

Two flashes of magic light appeared, and Lockhart's body flew out immediately.

It hit the wall and the ground twice with 'bangs' and then stopped moving.

"Tonks, pack up the prisoner's things, we'll be back to the Ministry in a minute!"

(End of this chapter)