Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 215: New Pet

After leaving Quirrell, Moon found some magic books about curses in the library.

The contents recorded in these books are exactly the same as what Quirrell said, and in some places they are not even as thorough as what Quirrell said.

"The professor's level of knowledge is truly unfathomable."

Because curses belong to the category of black magic, most of the related books are also in the restricted area.

What Moon could see was only a small part.

But it was only this small part that made him realize that Quirrell's magical knowledge was far from being as scarce as he appeared.

"Perhaps we could inform Dumbledore."

After putting all the borrowed books back to their original places, Moon left the library.

He didn't know whether Dumbledore was aware of Quirrell's suspicion, but as a gift, Moon felt it necessary to remind the headmaster.

Coming out of the library and just turning the corner of the corridor on the second floor, Moon noticed Snape hiding in the shadow of the stairs.

For some reason, the professor always likes to stay in places where the light is not very bright.

This made his already sad face even more gloomy.

Following Snape's gaze, Moon discovered that Professor Quirrell in the distance was being teased by the Weasley twins again.

This time the twins did not make another big snowball, but found a magic tool similar to a trumpet, dividing the space inside into several small balls.

Use [Thunder Explosion] to push the snowball out violently.

Then there were many snow marks on Quirrell's light gray robe.

However, even though he was beaten very badly by the snowball, Quirrell still stroked his extremely ugly big hat tightly.

Even though he fell several times while dodging snowballs, his left hand never left his hat.

"Professor, do you doubt Quirrell, too?"

Hearing the voice of the little wizard, Snape looked over with an unchanging expression.

After discovering that it was Moon, the Potions Professor put away his ugly expression and his brows relaxed a lot.

"You worry too much, Scarlett. You should focus on studying magic instead of paying attention to these things."

"Okay, Professor, but you didn't tell Dumbledore about your suspicions?"

Moon, who had participated in the renovation of two Magic Stone Guardian levels, knew very well that the deans of the four major colleges were responsible for the layout and protection of a level.

However, compared to other professors, Snape obviously cared more about this matter.

"That's useless. I think Dumbledore wants more than just catching the murderer."

When Snape said this, a helpless expression appeared on his face.

He had actually already expressed his suspicions to Dumbledore a long time ago.

However, this principal, who was considered very wise by everyone, refused to investigate Quirrell on the grounds that there was not enough evidence.

This puzzled Snape, but he secretly made up his mind to catch Quirrell's tail.

Moon guessed from Snape's words that perhaps the Slytherin headmaster did not support the headmaster's idea.

However, since Dumbledore did not accept Snape's opinion, Moon no longer planned to go to the principal's office to express his doubts.

Seeing that Snape was still staring at Quirrell, Moon didn't bother him anymore and left.

He still had a lot of things to do, and one Quirrell wasn't worth all his time.

On Thursday afternoon, Moon finished making the remaining two rune collars.

He was just about to go to the Forbidden Forest Hut to give the collar to Hagrid.

But before leaving the castle, they met Hagrid dragging a huge fir tree and struggling to move towards the hall.

"Hagrid, the collar is ready. You can try it on Fluffy later."

Moon said something first, then immediately pulled out the old willow wand and cast a [Levitation Spell] on the fir tree.

"Oh, thank you very much. I must say, your spell is quite powerful."

Hagrid had originally been transporting the fir tree by holding it tightly with both hands on a very thick rope.

With the help of Moon's magic spell, he found that he could easily drag the tree away with one hand.

"I just practiced more." Moon held the wand in one hand and handed the collar to Hagrid with the other.

"Here are the remaining collars, Merry Christmas!"

"Thank you. By the way, I have something for you too."

Hagrid took the two collars and put them around his neck before walking towards the fir tree.

"This is a cute little one I found when I was cutting down this big tree. I waited for a long time but couldn't find its parents, so I brought it back."

As Hagrid spoke, he stretched out his big hand and began to dig at the hole in the fir tree.

Moon kept watching him until Hagrid pulled out a snow-white chick.

"Is this an owl?"

Moon looked at the bird in Hagrid's palm curiously.

Its feathers are full and its body is snow-white. Its two round eyes reveal a hint of sharpness and alertness.

"To be precise, this is a snowy owl. I remember you didn't have an owl, so I thought it would be a perfect gift for you."

"Well, thank you very much."

After two consecutive days of gift-giving, Moon discovered that having an owl would indeed be a lot more convenient.

However, the little guy in his hand obviously did not have the ability to fly and deliver the message, so after Moon took it, he just put it in his warm pocket.

Casting spells, he followed Hagrid all the way to the Great Hall.

Moon found that Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were busy putting up various Christmas decorations.

Professor Flitwick gently waved the wand in his hand, and many sparkling little icicles appeared on the Christmas tree, as well as some ribbons fluttering in the wind, which was very beautiful.

Professor McGonagall was fiddling with the candle flames above the hall with her wand.

"Minerva, have you had any happy events recently?"

As a colleague and friend for many years, Flitwick rarely saw McGonagall so happy while decorating the hall.

In the past, she always did this with a cold face, and during this time she would constantly complain that Dumbledore assigned her too much work.

However, Professor McGonagall was very abnormal this year. Not only did she take on the task of decorating the auditorium very readily, but she was also humming a cheerful tune the whole time.

"Yes, you don't know, ever since Scarlett gave me a magical potted plant, I feel like I have endless energy."

McGonagall said as she gently waved her wand and hundreds of candles floated to the side.

"Oh, that's a great technique!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Filius."

Mag has indeed been very excited these past two days.

In addition to feeling unusually energetic, she also discovered that her spell-casting skills had become much more powerful.

This made her sigh more than once that she looked a lot younger.

After arranging all the candles, Mag started helping to arrange the newly arrived Christmas tree.

"By the way, I noticed a reporter from the Daily Prophet has come to Hogwarts. Is there anything new?"

Seeing McGonagall taking over the work that was originally hers, Professor Flitwick stepped aside and asked curiously.

"Yes, Snape successfully improved a potion. It is said that Fudge values ​​it very much, so he asked the Daily Prophet to come and do an exclusive interview."

"Is that so? Looks like Severus will be busy for Christmas."

Professor Flitwick is very familiar with the current British wizarding world.

It is rare to encounter explosive news.

Now that Fudge has arranged for the Daily Prophet to do an exclusive interview, Snape will definitely receive appointments from other newspapers or radio stations in the future.

Especially since Snape has a close relationship with the Malfoy family, these pure-blood families will definitely support him.

"That's right. If I hadn't seen a reporter wanting to interview him, I would have dragged him along to work."

McGonagall had just finished decorating a Christmas tree when she saw Hagrid and Moon walk in.

"Come on, put it here and I'll finish decorating it in no time."

(End of this chapter)