Chapter 382: A Newcomer Suitable For Doing Miscellaneous Work

After borrowing books from the library, Fiennes did not leave the library, but found a quiet corner among the seats between the bookshelves.

Black magic books will always create some difficulties for readers. For example, this "I want to whisper to you" in my hand, as long as you open the page, it will grow a slender white arm, and grab the person who tries to read it viciously s hair.

But it's a pity that Fiennes' metal doll has no hair on its body, so this woman-like hand can only keep beating on the smooth head.

Make a 'bang bang bang' sound.

"Merlin's beard!" Fiennes muttered, pulled out an obviously old wand, and tapped it lightly on his head.

Countless black hairs grew out, and the hand quickly grasped it tightly.

Pulling hard.

This is not over yet, the book grows a long white tube, and at the end of the tube, there is a pink and glossy lip.

The lips parted, revealing the white and neat teeth.

It looks tempting, it's just that its behavior is not at all attractive.

It leaned against the other side of Fiennes' head, opened and closed its mouth, and made a sound that only Fiennes could hear.

Sometimes it is vicious cursing, sometimes it is full of charming whispers, and sometimes it imitates various screams of horror.

Unmoved, Fiennes looked down at the book and flipped it quickly.

He doesn't look like he's here to read, but it's a bit like scanning a book, as if his eyes are cameras, and he wants to record the contents of the book, including the folds of every page made of parchment.

"Oh, Professor Fiennes, reading banned books in the school library is not a good habit."

Mrs. Pince happened to pass by with a feather duster, saw this scene, and walked over.

Fiennes was silent for a moment, raised his head, and smiled, "I'm really sorry, I'm in a hurry and I'm leaving school soon. After all, I'm on a long vacation."

Mrs. Pince shrugged, "Many people have become mysterious recently."

Fiennes just grinned politely.

"Then I won't bother you."

Mrs. Pince gave him a suspicious look, then turned her head and left.

"Huh~"

Anton exhaled, the eyes of Mrs. Pince were so sharp just now, he almost thought he had been exposed.

It was also the first time he discovered that there was such a benefit in making a puppet body for an old wizard.

The body of the puppet made by Anton can perfectly use the teaching resources of the old wizard, even without camouflage.

But at this time, there is no way to waste time. Two-wire control of the body, even if the main body is already lying on the bed, it still makes him feel very uncomfortable.

There is a dislocation dare to split into two pieces.

For example, his body was under the bed, and he felt itchy, but after scratching it, he found that it was the puppet's body that moved.

Sometimes he intends to turn a page of the book, and the action will become the main body doing it.

If this encounters some kind of fighting situation, it will definitely be very bad.

But sometimes that's how things go wrong.

A student walked over excitedly holding a pile of books. He looked a little shy, with brown hair and freckles on his face.

"Professor Fiennes... you... hello."

Anton raised his head and stared at him for a while.

The body in Azkaban quickly waved the 'pale spine' against his head, and retrieved the information of this person at an extremely fast speed.

"Mr. Boot, hello."

Terry Boot, a student of a pure-blood family, is in the same grade as Anton and belongs to Ravenclaw. One of the four Ravenclaws in the Potions class for the Final Wizarding Exam. (To enter the potions study class, you need to get an 'excellent' in the previous wizard level examination.)

Grandfather Webb Boot was one of the founders of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States. He co-founded the school with his three friends and named the school after his favorite animal, cat and leopard.

An interesting piece of information, one of the four founders of this magic school was a No-Maj (Muggle).

For some reason, Terry Boot returned to England as an Auror, and his descendants all studied at Hogwarts.

"Merlin's beard!" Terry Boot looked very excited, "I didn't expect you to remember my name, I..."

Anton's silent gaze interrupted his words, and Bout's excitement suddenly turned into a rigidity.

"I... I want to ask you a Potions question."

It's nice, concise, and obviously, it's a bright kid.

Anton smiled slightly, "Maybe you should ask Professor Snape, he's much better than me."

Bout froze again, his eyes flickered, and he looked at Anton sincerely, "I hope to get your guidance, Professor, I am your fan."

yo ho~

This expression is familiar to Anton.

too familiar.

He raised his eyebrows, gently closed the book, crossed his hands on his stomach, and looked at the smart child with a smile, "Tell me, what's the problem."

"My God, you actually want to help me answer..."

The dark golden metal finger tapped the table lightly, "As a professor, I should be patient and listen to the voices of the students, but I'm sorry, I still have to read."

"so……"

Anton looked at him with some seriousness, "Let's make a long story short."

"Okay...okay."

"It's like this. I'm researching a certain poison. Its composition is a bit complicated. It contains several poisons, which are..."

Before Bout finished speaking, he was interrupted by Anton again. He pointed to the glass bottle in Bout's hand, "Show it to me directly."

"Okay...okay."

Bout hurriedly put the glass bottle on the table, but his wrist was very steady, and he put the two bottles away.

"The pink bottle is the poison, and the purple bottle is the antidote I prepared."

Anton picked it up and shook it, opened it again and smelled it, gently closed the cap, picked up his so-called antidote, picked up the wand and tapped it lightly, letting it spin in the bottle to emit bits and pieces.

"What's your question?"

"I...all the information I can find proves that what I made is correct, and all the steps are strictly followed, but no matter how many times I make it, it doesn't produce enough effect."

Anton nodded slightly, put the cap on the glass bottle, met the child's gaze, and pointed confidently, "Spit into it."

"???"

Bout froze for a moment, "Spit... spit?"

Anton nodded, "This is actually something that can only be learned in the sixth grade Potions class, Gobalot's third law."

"The antidote for a mixed poison is greater than the sum of the antidote for each individual component."

"Your antidote is missing something."

"According to the normal practice, go to the flowers where the pure girl passes, collect a cup of dew, and hold the dew in your mouth for three hours."

Anton spread his hands, "I think it's too troublesome. Spitting directly into the potion is even better."

"But..." Boot looked unacceptable, "This is for my friend to use."

Anton tapped the bottle lightly to make it make a crisp sound, "If I'm not mistaken, it contains the urine of a purple-skinned back-eyed toad, as well as leeches and a mouse tail."

"Human saliva..."

Anton chuckled, "Is it hard to accept?"

Is it hard to accept?

Anton never thought of this as a problem, but it prevented a large number of outstanding students from entering the palace of Potions.

Even if they are from a magic family, they are the same as Muggle wizards. They have certain things that ordinary people have, which Anton finds inexplicable.

Anton opened the book again, a hand and a mouth floated over again, immersed in the joy of reading.

Boot opened and closed his mouth for a moment, bowed quietly, and left with his potion bottle.

Now that no one disturbed him, Anton moved much faster, flipped through the good books, handed them back to Mrs. Pince, and then walked out hurriedly.

As he left, he saw the child buried in a pile of books reading.

"Terry Boot..."

The second-year students concocted such an antidote to poison, no matter whether it was because of their family background or not, this was also a good piece of jade in the rough.

"It's a good seedling."

Anton decided to get in touch with this kid after he returned to campus. If he was good, he could bring him to the hut.

The friends in the cabin are too busy, and everyone is full of things.

It's time to absorb some fresh blood suitable for handyman.