Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

But Ryan frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

And then, what surprised him even more was...

"Ryan, perhaps you would like to come to my office for a cup of tea?"

After Ryan said goodbye to Padma, Professor Flitwick walked up to him and extended an invitation.

"Actually—I'm pretty good at making tea."

He winked at Ryan.

"Of course, Professor."

Ryan naturally did not refuse the invitation.

He was soon surprised to find that although the offices of the Hogwarts professors generally had their own characteristics - such as a cold and damp bat's nest or a fragrant greenhouse.

But Professor Flitwick's office was perfectly normal.

There was an ebony desk and tall bookshelves filled with various spell books, while quills, parchment and teacups were neatly placed on the table.

The only special thing in the whole room is that the chair in front of the desk is much higher than a normal chair - it is padded with velvet and looks quite comfortable.

And as Professor Flitwick had said, he made tea quite well.

At least Ryan was very satisfied with the taste of the violet tea after taking a sip.

"The cooling sensation of vanilla and mint, coupled with this mild sweetness and clearing-the-head effect... Professor, I assume you added honey syrup and evening primrose?"

"Oh, absolutely! Dumbledore said you had great insights into food, and it seems he was right!"

Flitwick said kindly.

He snapped his fingers and Ryan's cup was filled with tea again.

"You're too kind, Headmaster Dumbledore. I only know a little bit!"

Ryan is also very humble.

but...

"Professor, what's the matter with you calling me to your office today?"

Soon, Ryan got straight to the point.

Professor Flitwick had invited him to his office, so there had to be something going on—anyone could tell.

In fact, after he asked this question, he did see Flitwick's somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Oh, Ryan, it's like this..."

"When we were chatting in the auditorium a few days ago, I heard Pomona say that you seemed to have given her some unique magical plant seeds?"

The professor obviously rarely made any demands on his students, so it seemed a little difficult for him to speak at this moment.

"...You want one too?"

Ryan was a little confused.

"Oh, no, no! Of course not, I mean—the Nordic Firefly is a unique creature, it's beautiful... but it's not what I need."

Flitwick's face had turned red as he spoke, making the short professor look like a drinking dwarf in a fairy tale.

"I heard that you obtained an ancient spell from the vault...Mr. McCall was fortunate enough to experience its power."

At this point, he seemed to be worried that Ryan would misunderstand, and hurriedly explained: "Of course, this is what Mr. McCall and the Slytherins did wrong... I heard that they shouldn't use that kind of words."

The usually amiable professor's words rarely carried a hint of blame.

It wasn't hard for Ryan to understand his attitude.

If over the years, the Slytherins, who claim to be pure-blood aristocrats, have always discriminated against Muggle wizards.

It is conceivable that they might simply treat wizards with fairy blood as non-human beings.

He had heard that Professor Flitwick's dueling skills were quite high, most likely acquired during his student days.

But at this point, he certainly understood the purpose of Professor Flitwick inviting him here today.

"Professor, are you interested in the Star Curse?"

He asked this question.

Then he saw Professor Flitwick's eyes light up instantly.

"Yes! The Star-Curtain Charm... I heard Dumbledore mention it!"

He said excitedly and sincerely, "An ancient spell—of course it interests me... who wouldn't be?"

He did not hide his purpose.

In fact, as Ryan said.

A truly outstanding, master-level wizard must have an obsession beyond that of ordinary people in some aspect.

That was Filius Flitwick.

As the Charms professor at Hogwarts and the Head of Ravenclaw, known for his thirst for knowledge, he is obsessed with all unknown spells.

His enthusiasm when facing the young wizards was not false. He was truly cheering for the young wizards to cast their spells.

The light of the magic spell dancing on the tip of the wand, the mystery of the surging magic power...all of it made him excited and intoxicated.

So, in fact, he had wanted to ask Ryan long before he learned about Ryan's "feat" of dueling with the Slytherins.

It's just that he has never been able to ask for it - as a professor, asking for the ancient magic spell passed down in a student's family is not a polite move.

And as he said, he had recently learned from Professor Sprout by chance that Ryan had given her the seeds of the ancient magical plant in his vault.

This finally made Flitwick unable to hold back his excitement.

"Of course, that's a precious spell—so I can trade it with you. In fact, I have some original spells that are quite powerful. I also collected some ancient spells..."

"no problem."

But before he could finish his words, Ryan nodded.

"But if you don't want to, then of course..."

Professor Flitwick continued speaking subconsciously, then suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Oh, Ryan - what did you say!?"

"I say... Of course I'm willing to teach you this spell, Professor."

Ryan said with a smile.

"This is Hogwarts, isn't it?"

In this cradle of magic built and expected by the four giants, he certainly would not be clingy.

In addition to the special spells taught to him by the four giants, there are also some special spells that belong only to their descendants.

He was not reluctant to teach other spells to people he thought were trustworthy.

"Oh Ryan...good boy."

Ryan's statement deeply moved Flitwick.

The sentimental professor wiped his eyes and seemed about to cry.

At this time, he heard Ryan ask: "But Professor, I have a question I hope you can help me answer."

Ryan's words were a little serious.

That's right.

As the professor who led him into the current magical world, Ryan was certainly sure that Professor Flitwick was trustworthy.

But Professor Flitwick's words just now made him want to confirm some questions.

"You seem to be quite knowledgeable about ancient spells."

"And as you know—my elders have left me a great deal of ancient heritage."

"I've discovered that some of the knowledge contained therein is quite different from the current magical world... So I'd like to know how you define 'ancient spells' and 'modern spells'?"

Chapter 69 Magic is a miracle, but spells are not

After hearing Ryan's question, Flitwick showed a surprised expression.

A young wizard who had only been enrolled for one semester was actually trying to discuss with him the differences between ancient spells and modern spells - this in itself was an incredible thing!

But considering what Ryan showed, that was almost a historical magical talent and the mysterious vault he inherited.

Flitwick still remembered the goblin's expression and strange behavior in Gringotts.

And the things Ryan took out of the vault after he entered school were enough to prove its antiquity.

So after thinking for a moment, Flitwick chose to speak.

"Ryan, there are many different opinions in the wizarding world about the difference between 'ancient spells' and 'modern spells'."

"I have discussed this with Dumbledore, and we agree that the difference lies in the control of magic, and..."

He spoke carefully, as if he didn't know how to describe that abstract concept.

But at this point, Ryan added softly.

"Spell structure."

He said, "I have seen this word in the books in the vault."

"Magic structure!?"

After hearing this word, Professor Flitwick almost clapped his hands in praise: "Right... that's right! That's it! It's a great word!"

He jumped up from the velvet cushions in excitement.

"Ryan, the book in your vault...just based on this word, its author must be a master of spells!"

He praised: "Dumbledore and I both believe that magic is a miracle - it has no source to which it can be traced."

"But not the spell."

He spoke excitedly, his voice unusually loud.

This sentence made Ryan stunned for a moment.