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Thinking of this, Verne returned to the dormitory, took out a piece of parchment from the drawer, and wrote:

Dear Quirinas─

After receiving your good news, I was extremely happy, but also very angry. I was happy that you were about to be admitted to your ideal school and went a step further from your dream. I was angry that you had concealed it for so long before you said this. Don’t you know that every Ravenclaw has a unique cheating set. No, ahem, is it a way to review? I think to punish your stupidity, I will hold a "torture" for you at the "Pig Head Bar" in Hogsmeade after the holiday. If you don’t drink more than three bottles of flame whiskey, I will never forgive you!

In addition, my understanding of the school hat is deeper than you think. It is a dirty, stupid and idiotic hat. This can be proved from one of the things that happened recently, that is, as Ravenclaw, I was so stupid that I transformed into a Gryffindor lion and sent the school's hunting ground guard into the medical wing. This behavior is very brainless, isn't it? So I think the school hat may have accumulated over a thousand years of accumulation, and the grime has blocked its thinking channel. (ps. Please don't worry about me, Dumbledore has no intention of expelling me.)

By the way, there is one more...

Thinking of this, the door was suddenly pushed open, Ferey ran in panting and complained: "Damn it, I've been looking for you for a long time, Verne, if you want to write to a beautiful woman in the future, please notify me, okay?"

Verne put down his quill and rolled his eyes, "This letter is to be given to Quirinas."

"Really? Then I have to worry even more..." Feray smiled dirtyly, and before Verne raised his wand, he quickly raised his hand and surrendered: "Judge, please let me say something before the sentence... Professor Walton is looking for you!"

Professor Walton's private office was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, and the vaksala-runestone he had shown in the classroom was hung by the wall, with the text engraved by the back Vosak on it. In addition, a half-man-high stone tablet was placed in the corner of the house, with dense Runes letters.

Professor Walton diligently greeted Verne to sit down and ordered the house elf to bring tea. Just as he added milk to the black tea, he suddenly said without raising his head: "Verne, you are the most talented child I have ever met in my life. If I have more time, I will definitely spend more time to cultivate you."

"Thank you for your praise." Although he felt that the other party was a little strange, Verne still smiled and did not show humility at this time, because this may not be a polite act in the UK.

"I think you must be wondering why I called you here at this time. I think maybe Verne, you don't mind taking a little time to listen to me tell a story." After the other party nodded, Professor Walton said again: "Forty years ago, I had just graduated from Hogwarts. Because I still had some savings and had a great interest in ancient magic scripts at that time, I planned not to work for the time being, and to take a trip to trace the origin and adventure of magic scripts. Next, I traveled to the British Isles, Finland, Russia, and finally met a weird man in Scandinavia..."

"At that time, I was carefully inspecting a large Runi inscription. I was busy for a long time, but I got nothing. Just when I was upset, I suddenly heard a man's sarcastic voice: 'Tsk tsk, even if you apply oil on your nose, you won't know more.' After hearing this, I was so angry and funny that I said that my skin was greasy. You must know that although I was already an adult, I was still full of acne. I smiled like a strange French accent in English, which was awkward but also gimmick. I turned my head and found that the other party was an old man with a white beard. He looked at me with a smile, and I didn't know what kind of demon I was possessed. Before I asked his name, I told him all my questions about the demon text."

"After a chance, he became my mentor and taught me a lot of knowledge I had never thought about, more diverse magical texts, profound alchemy, and a wide range of life philosophy. The latter made me not biased and always walked on the road of correct values." At this moment, Professor Walton showed a look of remembrance, "When I think back now, I am really glad that I had a greasy nose at that time!"

"Although the tutor has lived a long life, he is still full of vitality. I always think he can live for a long time." Professor Walton said suddenly with emotion. "But he suddenly asked a few of us students in the past few years to help him pay attention to the talented young people, as if he was going to take another alchemy apprentice. He also accidentally spoke out, saying that it might be... the 'last' apprentice."

Immediately afterwards, Professor Walton looked at Verne with admiration and said, "So I think you guessed it too, I'm going to recommend you."

"It turns out that because you are too young and have been in contact with Magic Literature for less than a year, even if you have an incomparable talent, I don't plan to recommend you, because your chances of being selected are too small, so it's better to give it to other people who have the chance. There are three people in the tutor's recommendation quota. In the past few years, I have also selected five of them from Hogwarts, two of whom do not allow their family environment, so they are eliminated, and three are left, one Slytherin and two Ravenclaws, who are my final candidates."

Then, Professor Walton sighed deeply and said, "But I recently discovered that one of them is not as talented as I believe. What he shows is mostly the power of the family. Alas, that child is too competitive. He wants to be the first in everything and pursues perfection in everything. This is not the outstanding talent in the mind of the mentor."

"So you chose me instead?" Verne's lips slightly outlined a bitter feeling. It was not that he was dissatisfied with anything, but that he also relied on Ravenclaw's legacy to a large extent, and that he showed the amazing and brilliant Tianbing. Although he never doubted that he had extraordinary qualifications in magical texts, he was definitely not as good as Professor Walton imagined.

"That's right, but please don't be discouraged. I just said that if it weren't for your time in contact with magic literature, I would definitely choose you first." Professor Walton, who would have misunderstood, comforted him.

Verne smiled bitterly in his heart, and even refused to say politely: "But I need to work during the summer vacation, my family..." Before he finished speaking, Professor Walton interrupted: "This will not take you much time, it only takes two or three days at most, not to mention... If you are really selected successfully, you don't have to go to work. You must know that you are an apprentice at that time and will have a certain salary, just like me in the past." Suddenly, Professor Walton smiled wickedly on his face, and he added in his heart: "It may be 'tricked'."

Verne knew that everything was said to this point, and if he refused, it would be too rude. He bowed slightly and said, "Then it's better to obey your orders than respect. Professor, I will do my best." The last sentence was also his expectation for himself. Since he chose to do it, he must do his best.

"I will look forward to it very much." Professor Walton ended the meeting with this sentence. Before leaving, he secretly blinked and said, "Verne, your magical score this time is o again, congratulations!"

(I think who Professor Walton’s tutor is, it should be easy to guess~)
Chapter completed!