"Pomona, it's just right, I have something to ask you."

Dumbledore invited Sprout into the house and waved out two cups of black tea and some desserts.

"Want some toffee?"

"Of course!"

Sprout sat down, peeled a candy, drank another sip of tea, and waited for Dumbledore to speak first.

"Pomona, you should have met Merlin today. I want to hear your opinion of him."

"Oh, Albus, I came to you to talk about Merlin's situation."

Professor Sprout smiled.

"You know, I haven't seen such an excellent little wizard for a long time."

Then Professor Sprout talked about Merlin's performance in class, his face full of praise and praise

"Is that so?"

Dumbledore suddenly laughed.

"It's really eye-opening to me that just by eating, the Oriental biting kale was scared to the point of not daring to move."

"No wonder he has such talent and magic"

"Albus, what are you talking about?"

Professor Sprout looked confused.

How could he tell so much from just eating a bite of kale?

"No, no, no, in fact, I am not talking about the biting cabbage, but Merlin's alchemical talent.

Dumbledore briefly explained that Merlin invented a metal and reached a cooperation with Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"Merlin's beard!"

Professor Sprout's eyes widened, and the bark hat of the Bowtruckle drooped halfway. He was still so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

"He, no, how did he invent this thing?"

Sprout is an expert in the field of herbs, and he knows the connection between wand wood and wands better.

Even in the eyes of many wizards, only wooden wands are considered magic wands.

Good magic capacity, comfortable grip, and the process of choosing wizards.

All of these have increased the sense of ritual in choosing wooden wands. Some wizards in the British magic world even think that other wizards who don't use wands are heretics.

But Merlin's invention... metal wand?

A material that can be accepted by Ollivander, I'm afraid it will set off a storm in the wizarding world, right?

"Yes, Pomona."

Dumbledore nodded.

"I called you here because I hope you can pay more attention to Molin."

"The unparalleled magical and alchemical talents he displayed destined him to have an extraordinary student life."

"I hope you can at least treat him normally and not let him feel anything unusual."

"Of course, Albus, this is what we should do!"

Professor Sprout solemnly agreed and prepared to leave.

"Wait, Pomona, don't you have something to tell me?"

Dumbledore suddenly stopped her before leaving.

"Oh! Merlin, I forgot my own business. Sorry, Albus!"

Sprout returned to his seat and talked about the idea of setting up a scholarship for outstanding students.

"Professor, you also know that herbal medicine, potions, and alchemy are all very expensive research."

"It would be a loss for us if some of our talented young wizards could not continue their research due to lack of money."

"So I think we can issue a scholarship in the name of the school or college to help students who have made outstanding contributions in these fields to carry out research."

"After all, as a school, we have not set up scholarships in the past thousand years. Is this reasonable?"

Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"Pomona, that's a good suggestion. I'll take note and discuss it with them at the school board meeting."

"But this idea was not given to you by Mr. Molin, right?"

"No, of course not!"

Professor Sprout shook his head.

"I came up with this idea. He just wanted to apply to open a shop in Diagon Alley and hoped that I could help him think of ways to deal with things there."

"It just occurred to me how incredible it is that a school actually requires students to find their own way to pay for their studies."

"However, the school's financial situation……"

Dumbledore suddenly thought of something while he was talking.

"Oh, Pomona, I have an idea."

"If we sell the qualified works of students in Herbology and Potions, the income will be used as part of the scholarship and apply for another part of the school subsidy."

"I think the school board will agree to this plan."

Sprout nodded.

"Of course, I believe our students can grow decent herbs, so this is not a big problem."

"As for the potion, I think you should talk to Professor Snape."

"I will!" said Dumbledore.

"Okay, Albus, I hope to hear good news from you. Now we should discuss the store.

Professor Sprout became very serious.

"Let an underage wizard open a shop in Diagon Alley!"

"Should we agree to this or not?"

"Merlin's beard, I can only imagine what kind of problems he will encounter"

"Those shrewd people who bargain, drunkards, bad guys who try to steal, and dark wizards who may rob……"

"Oh! Albus, I just can't imagine that our first years have to face these problems."

"……"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment.

He thought carefully about the Daily Prophet he had read recently, but could not recall any news about Diagon Alley becoming like this.

He sighed.

"Pomona, I think you are a little too nervous. The wizarding world is not as... chaotic as you think."

"Besides, that's Diagon Alley, not Knockturn Alley."

"Then we have to consider these issues, right? Professor."

Sprout's eyes flashed with wisdom. (To read the exciting novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Okay, Pomona, you can be more direct next time.���It is really hard for people to understand what you mean."

Dumbledore held his forehead.

"I can set up a Floo network at school to connect Ollivander's in Diagon Alley to Hogwarts."

"But this can only be used for students to travel to and from essential shops related to their studies, and not to take the opportunity to slip away and skip classes"

"Of course, Albus, I believe Merlin will abide by this rule."[]

"I hope so."

Dumbledore sent the guest away, looked at Forbes, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"I never thought that our little wizard is so charming that even Pomona is willing to use such a method for him."

Dumbledore thought of something, shook his head, and wrote a letter.

In Merlin's dormitory,

Ernie and Justin were lying on the bed, tossing back and forth, and couldn't sleep at all.

"What's going on? You guys are tossing and turning and can't sleep. Are you stung by scorpions or bees?"

Mo Lin couldn't help asking the two of them.

"No, no, Merlin, we have Potions class tomorrow!"

"Great! I can sleep in now."

Mo Lin turned over and changed to a more comfortable position.

"Oh, Merlin, you are so damn good!"

"I also want to skip the Potions class like you. My legs go weak when I see Snape now."

"This is horrible. Slytherin students are bad for a reason."

"So, what does this have to do with you guys not sleeping?"

Merlin pulled out his wand.

If the two of them couldn't come up with a suitable reason, he wouldn't mind actually casting a silencing barrier.

"The homework is due tomorrow. Do you think our homework is really good?"

"I always feel like my talent for potions wasn't inherited."

"Although I feel that I am very talented, I can't compare to Snape, right?"

"Indeed, the flash of inspiration that day disappeared very quickly, probably because it had been used up."

Mo Lin nodded.

Okay, okay, you're helping you with your homework and still talking about your talent for potion proficiency, right?

Then don't blame me for being heartless!

Mo Lin put away the idea of setting up a silent barrier and patiently advised

".Actually, you have to believe in yourself"

"Snape is also a professor of potions, and he didn't even join the Extraordinary Apothecary Guild, so his views may not be correct."

"As long as you stick to your homework, there will be no problem"

"Besides, even if we make mistakes, what does it matter? Everyone makes mistakes. We learn from them. It is normal to make mistakes."

"Snape will never teach you a lesson about this."

"If anything goes wrong, you can complain to Professor Sprout."

"Besides, didn't Snape say that we Hufflepuffs are not good at Potions? Only when we leave him speechless in the field he is best at can we really slap him in the face!"

Merlin spoke up and the dormitory suddenly became quiet.

"Hiss, that makes sense!"

"As expected of you, Mo Lin, I feel relieved instantly"

""Sleep, sleep!"

As soon as the words fell, the snoring of Ernie and Justin could be heard in the room.

Merlin was left wondering if he had just had a dream.

In the end, he cast a silent barrier around the bed and fell asleep.

The next day, the atmosphere in the Potions classroom was much more depressing.

This time, the Slytherin students did not follow Snape in, but waited in the classroom in advance.

After Ernie and the others entered the room, they saw Malfoy and his followers sitting in the front row provocatively.

"Look, who is coming?"

"The Hufflepuffs who couldn't even remember the order of spells and potions last time!"

"What? Without your strongest freshman, you can’t even attend classes?"

"I heard that Professor Snape will make everyone take the fireproof potion he made in this class. I hope you all bought the burn ointment."

"If you don't have any, I can give them to you as long as you call me"Respected Master Malfoy".

Malfoy lifted up a corner of his robe, and there were a dozen burn ointments on the stool.

All the Slytherin students laughed.

The badgers all showed anger on their faces.

""What? You still want to fight? Are you sure you want to use your wands in Potions class?"

Malfoy looked at the small door on the side of the classroom, his eyes full of provocation.

"Ernie, we can't fight him. Snape will side with them."

"And class is about to start. Remember what Merlin said. We have to defeat them fairly with potions."

"You're right, Justin, let them be arrogant for a while"

"We'll show them how powerful we are!"

The two said nothing.

Malfoy was left dumbfounded, not understanding what happened to the two Hufflepuff students and why they suddenly fell silent.

At this time,

Snape rushed into the classroom again with his greasy hair.

Ernie, Justin and Malfoy all raised their lips at the same time.

The show has begun!