v2 Chapter 48： The thief is...?

"The day of the draw at Hogwarts(

Snape suppressed his "excitement" and began to count his lost potions.

"African tree snake skins, two, a pair of bicornuate horns, three gillsweeds, five bundles of dried eel flesh..." Snape gritted his teeth and calculated his losses, and found that the intruder was simply Forcing his pantry into a drugstore and giving it back to himself; here comes a 30% off coupon!

And looking at the kind of potion that was taken away, Snape thought deeply: bicorn horn and African tree snake skin, although mixed with some other things, these two materials are in Snape's potion. The master's eyes are as conspicuous as fireworks in the night sky.

Someone is secretly preparing a compound decoction! This was Snape's first reaction. This caught his attention, and Professor Flitwick in Ravenclaw was woken by Snape from his sleep in the middle of the night.

"Severus, do you know what time it is?" Professor Flitwick walked out of the bedroom sleepily wearing a blue nightgown and a nightcap.

"Someone broke into my potion storage room and stole a batch of potion materials."

"Didn't you set an anti-theft charm?" Professor Flitwick's eyes widened in surprise, "I remember your raw materials are expensive, right?"

Snape twitched the corners of his mouth and ignored the topic, "There are raw materials for making compound decoction, so I hope you can help me investigate and find the thief."

Hearing the word Compound Decoction, Professor Flitwick became serious, and the two rushed to Snape's office as quickly as possible.

Looking at the broken door lock, Flitwick raised his wand, and then an invisible wave of light enveloped Snape's office, and Snape's shadow in the afternoon gradually appeared in the office.

"It's a little later, about half an hour ago." Snape said blankly, looking at the phantom he was reading.

Professor Flitwick followed suit and adjusted the time when the spell was revealed, and then a phantom of a phoenix appeared in their eyes.

Flitwick, Snape:  …

The two of them watched helplessly as a phoenix flew into the office, then opened and looted Snape's potion collection with great purpose, and finally left a bag of money on the table.

The phoenix of the wizarding world, the phoenix, is holy, loyal, and recognized by few wizards. In today's magical world, there is a person who is bound to the phoenix, and he is the greatest white wizard, Albus Dumbledore. When it comes to Phoenix, the first thing everyone thinks of is Dumbledore.

Snape and Flitwick were no exception. In their inherent concept, things like the phoenix cannot be imitated, and this kind of thing cannot be changed by a Transfiguration or Animagus.

"Professor Dumbledore did this, he must have his deep meaning..." Professor Flitwick thought for a while, but he really couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only say such a sentence dryly. At the same time, he spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he was powerless: the thief has been found, the thief is a Phoenix, Snape, go and communicate with Professor Dumbledore yourself.

Snape gritted his teeth: "What is the meaning! I think he is seriously ill!"

So he didn't say a word, dragged Flitwick and rushed to the principal's office. There is one more sleepless person tonight.

When Dumbledore was woken up from the bedroom, he was also a little confused: what? Fox ransacked Severus' storage room?

He hurriedly went to make sure, and when he saw the familiar figure, he was a little shaken. Could it be that Fox really messed up while he was asleep?

"Of course, it is also possible that it is the physical patron saint in the form of a phoenix." Flitwick thought for a while and proposed a second explanation. After he finished speaking, he found that both Snape and Dumbledore's eyes were on him.

"Ah, I'm just making a hypothesis..." He was a little embarrassed, because he just discovered that the wizarding world has only one wizard in the form of a guardian **** in the form of a phoenix, and only Dumbledore.

"It's actually very easy to verify," Snape put on his cloak and walked directly towards the headmaster's office. He walked into the door, turned behind the door, took out a portion of mistletoe berries from the cloak, and asked Dumbledore to give it to Fox. hand over.

Fox was awakened in his sleep, and he was a little dissatisfied at first, but he didn't expect it to be a snack at night. God is pitiful, Fox can't remember the last time Dumbledore gave him a late-night snack.

So Fox happily ate.

Snape took out the deboned dried eel, gillsweed and other stolen potions from his bosom. Fox refused to come and ate them happily. Phoenix is ​​not a picky eater, as long as it contains strong magic power, it likes to eat it.

Watching Fox and the expressionless Snape eating happily, and Flitwick, who suddenly became interested in office decoration, Dumbledore sighed and took Snape aside~www.novelhall. com~ subsidized the losses he suffered.

Of course, Dumbledore himself did not believe that Fox could do such a thing, and there was something strange about it everywhere. But in the end, the event can only be characterized: a certain wild or domestic phoenix, hungry in the middle of the night, happened to appear at Hogwarts Castle, happened to find Snape's storage, and stole some potion materials. The kind phoenix also left behind the human currency he found...

This conjecture is more suitable for writing a bedtime story about coaxing a little wizard to sleep.

After dealing with these matters, the three professors each returned to their bedrooms and continued to rest. And the initiator of this incident is brewing potion in the Room of Requirement. I didn't choose an office, of course, because I was a little guilty, and I was afraid that Snape would come to the door.

Tom added 3 pieces of African tree snake skin to the crucible, and then added the ground bicorn powder, followed by high heat and a long simmering process.

After this step, the compound decoction is almost ready. After the potion is finished, Tom only needs to add a spoonful of lacewings and stir counterclockwise three times to harvest the finished compound decoction.

Tom showed a satisfied smile: This semester will be very free and fulfilling!

As a result, Tom found out when he returned to the office that Lockhart's class schedule for this semester had been delivered. This semester, I can really live a fulfilling life, but don't think about freedom.

The class schedule that Dumbledore handed him was full of classes every day. On average, there were nearly four classes a day!

If he went to class according to this timetable, Tom would not have to think about freedom or not. It would be good if he didn't die suddenly. You know, this is not a 40-minute class, but an hour-long class, and he has to teach it himself! Listening to a one-hour class and speaking a one-hour class are two completely different concepts.