Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 3 Knowledge is Wealth

There are suddenly so many books?

Because he wasn't enrolled, Owen wasn't considered a Hogwarts student. Although he was allowed in, he couldn't study at the communal desks like other students, so his seat was next to Mrs. Pince.

Looking at the suddenly appearing books, he gently turned his head to look at Mrs. Pince, who smiled softly: "Darling, these are gifts from the professors; they are all very precious notes."

Owen laughed as well: "Knowledge is humanity's most precious treasure, especially for wizards. Madam, I would like to thank the professors. What is it that you need me to do?"

Mrs. Pince looked into the young wizard's eyes and smiled, "Do what you can."

I don't have any money, so I can't give gifts. The only thing I can do is try something else.

The little wizard didn't come to the library after lunch.

"They might be lost..."

Mrs. Pince chuckled. Hogwarts is a large castle, and it's perfectly normal for young wizards to get lost. But there's no need to worry; the portraits and ghosts will bring the young wizards back.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Pince put down her book: "Was he too tired and fell asleep? Well, young wizards his age are still growing..."

Two hours later, Mrs. Pince put down her book again and rushed to the headmaster's office with a tense expression: "Headmaster Dumbledore, the little wizard is missing!"

Dumbledore was startled, but after hearing Mrs. Pince's story, he laughed: "Don't worry, he's preparing a gift for us."

There are no secrets at Hogwarts.

While Irving was secretly preparing gifts for the professors, all of them found out about it, and they all pretended not to know, looking on with anticipation.

The little wizard didn't reappear until dinner time, his face still covered in flour, but his smile was incredibly bright.

Soon, food appeared on the table, but it wasn't ordinary food; it was food that the professors had never seen before.

"This dish is called Sweet and Sour Pork, this dish is called Guo Bao Rou (Sweet and Sour Pork), this dish is called Yu Xiang Rou Si (Fish-Fragrant Shredded Pork)..."

That's right, the only gift Irving could think of and was able to give was to cook a meal for the professors—Chinese food. The only dish that used potatoes was hot and sour shredded potatoes, not mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, or baked potatoes…

To cater to the professors' tastes, Irving chose mostly sweet dishes, while preparing nutritious meals for himself, such as…

Lamb chops, braised beef, braised pork ribs, etc.

He ate with gusto, his mouth greasy, and the professors also enjoyed their meal immensely, especially with the addition of white rice, which made the meal even more delicious!

Hogwarts didn't have rice, so the house-elves went to great lengths to buy it. The quality was good, but it was still a little lacking. Moreover, Owen not only cooked it himself but also taught the house-elves how to cook it, instantly earning their admiration.

He promised Owen that if he tapped the table three times, steaming hot food would be served to him no matter where he was in Hogwarts.

Professor Sprout saw hope in his love of food, since Hufflepuff's dormitories were right next to the kitchen, so he would never have to worry about going hungry—a hidden perk of Hufflepuff!

That's right, Professor Sprout no longer expects to become Owen's teacher, but he can get him into Hufflepuff School!

Even if you can't become a disciple, you can still be the closest teacher and student.

Moreover, she had already planned it out: in exchange for withdrawing from the competition, she would allow the young wizard to join her house, and these people should have no objections.

Of course, we won't bring it up now; the time isn't right yet...

After the gifts were given, Owen had even more books and notes to read, so Mrs. Pince had to lengthen the desk next to her, otherwise the little wizard's books wouldn't fit.

Potions and herbs are two related disciplines that complement each other. To make potions, one must understand the medicinal properties of herbs.

After finishing compiling the History of Magic, Owen began to specialize in Herbalism. Fortunately, the books in this subject were not as chaotic as those in the History of Magic, and with Professor Sprout's notes, his learning progressed rapidly. In less than a week, Owen's study place was moved from the library to the basement.

When Snape saw him, he was a little surprised. Although he was happy, the tone of his voice was slightly different: "You don't actually think you can make potions after reading books for a few days, do you?"

Owen laughed and said, "Of course not. I came to you to learn how to process medicinal herbs. Could you... teach me?"

Snape was taken aback at first, then surprisingly, he twitched the corners of his mouth into a smile that didn't quite look like a smile.

He was really happy!

The fact that Owen could say this proves that he had seriously read the notes he was given. Because to become a potions master, what you need is not a prescription or a specific ratio, but a mature method for handling medicinal materials. This is the very foundation!

"Before school started, he would come to see me every day after lunch. After school started, he would come every Saturday afternoon."

"Thank you, Professor!"

Why in the afternoon? Is it because you can't get up in the morning?

Irving didn't ask any of those questions; he simply used his free morning to go to the greenhouse...

Professor Flitwick strongly objected to the young wizard's route of going from the greenhouse to the library to the basement. He personally stopped the young wizard and told him that spells were the essence of wizarding.

"But Professor, I don't have a wand yet..."

Owen had asked about this before, and Dumbledore told him that young wizards who were not yet eleven years old and formally enrolled in school were not allowed to possess wands.

Even without knowing the rules, Owen decided to respect them. Even when making potions, he only started by processing the ingredients and did not immediately begin making them, because some potions require stirring with a wand, and he couldn't very well use his hands without a wand.

"Of course..." Professor Flitwick paused for a moment, but quickly recovered: "That's why I need you to learn the techniques of wandless spellcasting."

Owen was stunned: "Wandless spellcasting...does that mean all wizards under eleven have to learn this skill?"

"Yes……"

Professor Flitwick was not tall and had a full beard; when he blushed, you couldn't tell.

"Magic is truly amazing, Professor. Thank you! You see, may I come to you to learn from you before and after breakfast, lunch, and dinner?"

Goodness, the little wizard's time has been compressed to this extent?

Flitwick thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps we can have our three meals a day in my office? But once school starts..."

"Would Sunday mornings be okay?"

"Of course, child, I'm glad you made such a wise decision, and if you encounter any problems, you're always welcome to come to me."

Because he needed to learn spells again, Irving further refined his schedule:

I get up at five in the morning, wash up in ten minutes, start my morning run at five-tenths, and at six o'clock I go to Professor Flitwick's office to eat breakfast while learning the techniques of wandless spellcasting.

Go to the greenhouse at 7 o'clock sharp to help Professor Sprout take care of various herbs and learn the corresponding knowledge.

At 11:00 AM sharp, I went to the library to organize my study notes, and from 12:00 PM to 1:00 PM, I read.

At 1:10, we learn magic and have lunch.

At 3 o'clock sharp, go to the basement to learn how to process medicinal materials, watch Professor Snape make potions, and be responsible for taking notes.

At six o'clock, we study magic and have dinner.

From 8 to 10 o'clock, I organize my notes and read books at the library.

Go to sleep after 10 o'clock.