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"If I recall correctly, Mr. Malfoy, this should be the first time we've met privately since the Christmas holidays, is that right?"
After Professor Snape left, Amostas led Malfoy into the office. He glanced at Malfoy, who sat opposite his desk looking as if walking on thin ice. Amostas lowered his head, taking small sips of the steaming bitter tea in his cup. Since returning to Hogwarts, he had clearly been drinking tea more often than before. Amostas didn't like bitter drinks, but for some reason, whenever he wanted something to drink now, the first choice that came to mind was tea.
Humans are truly complex creatures—Amostas's mind suddenly conjured this thought as he looked up at Malfoy again.
"You... you are correct, Professor Bleane."
Malfoy looked down at his toes, fidgeting as if the cushion on his chair had thorns pricking his backside. Amostas leaned elegantly against the back of his chair, continuously stroking the rim of his cup with his thumb, smiling as he looked at the sole heir of the wealthiest pure-blood family in the British wizarding world, and the most famous family advocating pure-blood theory. His tone was light, almost rude.
"So, Malfoy, what is your purpose in coming to see me, even to the point of asking Professor Snape to accompany you?"
Amostas had spent seven years in Slytherin House and deeply understood how to deal with the descendants of these pure-blood families—attempting to gain their approval with polite manners was utterly futile. If you didn't show them some teeth, expecting their respect was a pipe dream. Under the powerful oppressive aura emanating from Amostas, Malfoy's usual arrogant and contemptuous demeanor completely vanished. He was as well-behaved as Neville in front of Professor Snape, not daring to make any rash moves.
"It's actually about the 'Levitation Charm' you demonstrated in Defense class earlier, Professor Bleane. I would like to ask you for tips on this spell. I've tried it privately, but I just can't find the knack." Amostas blinked. Malfoy's answer was indeed a bit unexpected.
Tap-tap-tap— Amostas lightly tapped on the desk, not speaking immediately. He stared at Malfoy with an interested gaze until the young wizard before him was almost unable to withstand the intimidating aura surrounding him and was about to turn tail and flee. Only then did he speak with a light chuckle. "What is your purpose in wanting to learn this spell, Mr. Malfoy? Is it out of a thirst for knowledge, or merely to prove that your talent is not inferior to that 'Mudblood' girl you spoke of?"
Malfoy's expression darkened. In front of Professor Bleane, he couldn't bring himself to say that the latter wasn't his intention. However, he was also very certain that if he did say so, although he wouldn't be cut in half, he would very likely be directly chased out of the office by Professor Bleane.
"Heh heh, it seems you've already realized where the problem lies, Mr. Malfoy." Amostas smiled and stood up, returning to his usual amiable, friendly demeanor, as if the domineering and overbearing wizard from moments ago wasn't him at all. He strolled to the center of the office. With a mere snap of his fingers, another stone pillar, identical to the one in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that afternoon, grew out of thin air on the floor.
"Come here, Mr. Malfoy, let me see your strength." Guiding Malfoy took nearly two hours. He meticulously corrected Malfoy's mistakes in wand movements and how to coordinate his magic when uttering the spell. But even in the end, Malfoy couldn't fully master the 'Levitation Charm' that Amostas had created and effortlessly used in the second semester of his first year.
The reason, in essence, was what he had told Hermione in class: for young wizards, this spell required too much magical power and control over magic, which is essentially spiritual power. This was unavoidable. Not everyone was like Amostas, possessing magical power far exceeding his peers and powerful spiritual strength brought about by the superposition of two souls.
Malfoy, however, seemed quite satisfied with himself. He looked at the stone debris carved away by the feather he controlled on the floor, unable to hide the smugness at the corner of his lips.
"Thank you for your guidance, Professor!" Malfoy, standing at the door, bowed deeply, expressing his heartfelt gratitude to Amostas.
"Before you leave, I have a piece of advice for you—" Amostas returned to his desk, his eyes filled with profound meaning as he looked towards the door. "From beginning to end, you have only one opponent to defeat, Mr. Malfoy, and that is your arrogance."
The pleasant weather, which had lasted for many days, finally came to an end on Saturday morning. The gentle breeze that had lingered on the spacious lawns for over half a month returned to the damp, biting cold of a month ago. Hogwarts Castle stood amidst the drizzling rain, looking across the forest at the snow-capped peaks in the far distance.
Passing by the Quidditch pitch, Amostas was surprised to find that, beneath the low-hanging clouds, several young wizards on broomsticks were still braving the wind and rain. Judging by the colors of their uniforms, they appeared to be Gryffindors.
"Tsk, tsk!" Amostas paused for a moment, shaking his head in admiration. "Poor Flint. Only Merlin and God can help him win this year's final!"
Upon reaching Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was behind his house, humming a soft tune while bandaging the injured hoof of an animal. The expression on his large, furry face was incredibly gentle!
"Hippogriffs have a rather bad temper, Hagrid."
"Oh, actually, they're not so bad. Once you find the trick, you'll find dealing with them isn't difficult—" Hagrid, fully absorbed in tending to the Hippogriff's injury, completely failed to notice who was speaking to him. "This adorable little fellow is about to enter adulthood. To contend for mating rights, he had a tough fight with his companions, getting himself covered in wounds. I can't pretend not to see it, otherwise, those wounds will fester and rot!"
Most magical creatures possess more acute instincts than wizards. Under Amostas's interested gaze, the Hippogriff lying on the ground, a small creature with an eagle's head and horse's body, wearing a collar around its neck, agitatedly restless. It seemed to realize that this young man before it was very dangerous, and was eager to break free from Hagrid's restraint.
"Oh, don't rush, Buckbeak. I'm almost done. Excuse me, could you help me get the scissors?" Hagrid's large, fan-like hand gently pressed on Buckbeak's neck. No matter how much the Hippogriff on the ground struggled, it didn't budge.
"Oh, thank you!" Hagrid took the scissors handed to him by a young hand, muttering with his head down.
"You're welcome—" Amostas smiled politely. Dumbledore was right. Hagrid, who seemed to have giant blood, indeed exuded a brilliance that ordinary people lacked.
The moment Hagrid released his hand, Buckbeak shot out like an arrow, bolting straight into the Forbidden Forest without looking back. Hagrid beamed with delight, watching the lively Hippogriff disappear.
"Oh, he looks quite spirited. You naughty fellow, I hope this experience won't make you afraid to pursue love... Uh, ahem! P-Professor Bleane!"
After seeing Buckbeak run into the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid finally smiled as he turned around. But when he clearly saw the newcomer's face, his originally bright smile instantly froze. A few seconds later, it awkwardly transformed into an embarrassed yet polite smile.
"So it's you, Professor Bleane. You're here... ahem, I mean, what brings you here?"
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