Chapter 819: Lockneil's Gift

"Raise your wand and put your hands so low. Do you want to give your enemy a pedicure?"

"And you, don't clench your hands so tightly. You are using magic, not digging potatoes with a stick."

"Don't be nervous. Casting magic is not a painful thing, and you don't need to use your face to exert force. If you really can't do it, just imagine that you are conducting a concert. As a French wizard, you should have heard concerts."

...

I have to admit that what Kyle saw on the first day did shock him a lot.

Whether it is teaching conditions, alchemy classrooms or delicious meals, they are far superior to Hogwarts.

But after seeing the magic level of Beauxbatons students today, he also felt incredible... Incredibly poor.

Judging from the appearance of some students, they should be third or fourth grade, but their spell level is really not good... It's a compliment to say that they are mediocre.

After reciting the spell, stick the wand directly on the ground. In Hogwarts, even second-year students would not make such a low-level mistake, but here it is everywhere.

Some people seem to hate the wand and want to crush it with their fingers.

Perhaps this is the level problem between professors.

Professor Flitwick is most concerned about the gestures of students when chanting spells. He reminds them at least three times in a class, and corrects them immediately if he finds someone doing something wrong.

But the professors of Beauxbatons don't seem to have this habit, which also leads to the students here holding wands in all kinds of strange gestures.

Although for some powerful wizards, it doesn't matter how you hold the wand, but the premise is that you have to have that kind of strength.

As for these students of Beauxbatons, Kyle is afraid that they will hit him when they cast magic.

He thought it was a relatively easy job... As it turns out, the rent is not cheap at all.

Kyle stayed in the training hall for two days and said more than he had in the past two months combined, so that he had no time to think about the time converter during this period.

And the students of Beauxbatons... should have been reminded by Ms. Maxime in advance, and did not repeat what happened on the first day.

No, it should be said that not only was there no one against him, but more and more people came to accept his guidance. The training hall, which originally had only a few people, was actually crowded on the third day.

Kyle was surrounded by a large group of people and didn't even have time to drink a sip of water.

Connor took a look in the middle, and then left without looking back, with no intention of going forward to help.

It was not until lunch that Kyle finally got a breath, but the originally delicious food became tasteless at this moment.

No, he had to find a reason in the afternoon...

"Aha, I knew it was you."

Just thinking about it, a person suddenly walked to the seat next to Kyle and sat down.

"Mr. Lockneil!" Kyle looked at the person in surprise.

"Is it necessary to show this expression?" Lockneil said, "Or don't you know that I work at Beauxbatons."

"I know." Kyle nodded.

Lockneil, a magical animal expert he met when he followed Newt to the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary a few years ago.

They had done a business deal at that time. Lockneil spent a lot of money and took some incomplete dragon scales and other materials from Kyle by the pound.

The reason he used at that time was that it was prepared for the alchemy classroom of Beauxbatons, and Kyle naturally knew that he was here.

Moreover, during the Triwizard Tournament, he also appeared as a professor accompanying the Beauxbatons team for a period of time.

"Although I knew it a long time ago, I am still a little surprised now... Well, it should be a surprise."

"That's your fault." Lockneil was a little unhappy, "Since you knew I was here, why didn't you come to me for so many days."

"No time." Kyle spread his hands, "I am almost tied up in the training hall now, and I can only leave for a while when I eat and sleep every day."

He glanced at the time, "Look, I'm going there again soon."

"Ah, I know." Lockneil, who had a serious expression, suddenly laughed.

"There is a new professor instructing students to practice spells in the training hall. This news has spread all over the school."

"I went over to take a look this morning out of curiosity... But there were too many people at that time, and you have changed a lot in the past few years, so I just felt that it was you, and I couldn't be sure that it was you."

"But it's okay now." Locknir continued: "Olim has been thinking about finding a more suitable professor for spells. She is happy these two days..."

Seemingly realizing that he had said something wrong, Locknir suddenly shut up, looked down at the time, and said a little stiffly: "Ah, it's almost time, I have something else to do, so I won't bother you."

As he said that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Don't worry, Mr. Locknir." Kyle grabbed him quickly.

Although he shut up in time, Kyle still guessed some details that he didn't know before.

First of all, the reason why so many people went to the training hall was probably because Maxim was behind it. Although the students spread the news quickly, the number of people couldn't increase so much at once.

And Maxim also knew how tired she was these two days, and she was still happy?

Kyle narrowed his eyes and smiled: "As you said, I rarely come to Beauxbatons once, so I always want to catch up on old times. I happened to bring a bottle of good wine."

"Aren't you still going to the training hall?" Locknir struggled to pull his arm back, but failed several times. Kyle seemed to be prepared and held on very tightly.

"It's only half a day, it doesn't matter. Besides, I have a legitimate reason. As a newcomer to magical zoology, of course I have to visit an expert in this field.

"Whatever this reason is, Ms. Maxim will definitely not refuse."

"But I still have classes in the afternoon." Locknir said hesitantly, "How about another day."

"Today is Saturday."

"But I don't like drinking."

"That's just right. We can talk about magical beasts in a clear-headed state." Kyle didn't give Locknear another chance to make excuses. He stood up and pulled him out of the auditorium.

"Mr. Scamander just revised the new version of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" some time ago. There are some parts that I don't understand. I would like to ask for your opinion."

Locknir felt miserable.

Ms. Maxim finally found a useful labor force that could slightly improve the Beauxbatons students' weakness in magic. If Kyle found a reason to run away, she would never spare herself.

The consequence would probably be to be crumpled into a ball, stuffed into a Quidditch box, and participate in the next game in person.

And if you can't understand "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", you can ask Newt and ask him what he does... He is just a civet cat breeder, how dare he be compared to a master like Newt.

"I……"

Locknir wanted to say something more, but Kyle let go of his arm at this moment and quickly jumped out of the auditorium.

"Professor Locknear, I'll wait for you outside."

Kyle's voice was still echoing in the auditorium, but the person was already more than ten meters away.

Locknir's face was uglier than after eating a pound of bitter melon roots. He didn't expect Kyle to be so decisive.

It can be said that from the time he shouted those words, no matter where Kyle went, it didn't matter whether he was really with him or not.

Because everyone will think that they are together.

Locknir only felt that the originally bright ceiling had become extremely gloomy, as if countless storms were brewing, just like Ms. Maxim's face tomorrow.

But he had no choice but to follow.

No matter what, he at least wanted to know Kyle's whereabouts.

Locknir ran out of the auditorium, searched around the huge campus, and finally found Kyle standing next to the magic fountain.

"This is the masterpiece of Mr. Nicoléme, who donated it to the school to commemorate the meeting of himself and Ms. Perenelle."

Locknir walked over and said: "And this fountain also has magical functions. Regular contact can beautify and heal some injuries. You can let your beautiful girlfriend try it."

After Kangna, who was following behind, heard his words, she subconsciously put her hand into the fountain.

"Is it so magical?" Kyle also tried it.

The spring water enveloped her hand like clouds, and seemed like the morning breeze carrying dewdrops.

"Tell me, Ms. Maxim, would you mind if I take some away?"

"She certainly doesn't mind," Locknir said, "but after these springs leave Beauxbatons, they will become ordinary and no longer have that magical power.

"But you can stay longer if you like, and Ms. Maxim won't mind either."

His intention was obvious, to keep Kyle in order to make up for the mistake he had made.

"I'll forget it..." Kyle said with a smile, "The rent here is too expensive."

Locknir looked at Kangna again, preparing to cut in from another angle.

He believed that as long as he was a witch, he could not refuse the beauty fountain that could make his skin better. Even Fleur would come here often when she was in school.

But before he could say anything, Kangna pulled her hand out of the fountain.

"Ah... it has the same effect as a beauty potion." Kangna fiddled with the spring water again with her fingers. "This kind of soft touch... maybe I can try replacing the mint leaves with the pods of the cloud vine."

"Kyle, can you help me keep an eye on it? That kind of plant mostly grows near the elves' lairs in Cornwall, and it should be rare to find it in France."

"No problem." Kyle said, "I'll ask Fred and George to help me a little bit when I get back. They have their own herbal medicine business."

Locknir's whole body was in bad shape.

"Don't be surprised." Kyle looked at him and smiled slightly, "Kanna is like that. Whenever she encounters something novel, she always likes to think about potions. She happens to be proficient in this."

Locknir stopped talking and muttered for a long time, "Forget it, don't you want to discuss magical animals? Come with me."

"It's a blessing," Kyle said.

"I won't go," said Kang Na. "I want to study more about the springs here."

"Okay," Kyle said, "I'll come find you later."

"Um."

Then the two came to the south of the fountain, where there was a wooden house that looked very simple and incompatible with the gorgeous manor.

"Why do you live in a wooden house too?" Kyle blurted out.

I wonder if everyone who studies magical animals has the habit of living in wooden houses.

The same goes for Newt, who built his own house in the Dorset Forest, and Kettleburn and Hagrid, who also built wooden houses on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Is it weird?" Locknear said, "We need to be as close to nature as possible in order to make those magical animals in the wild relax their vigilance. The wooden house is the best choice."

"Come in, be sure not to step on the pods on the ground, they are food for the civets."

Kyle also noticed that this place was simply a large-scale civet breeding base.

They can be seen on trees, on roofs, in yards... they can be seen everywhere, there are almost a dozen of them in total.

And this is only the part that can be seen.

It's just that they are looking at Kyle right now, and they are making a grunting sound... which is warning him not to get close.

"Normally, few people dare to come to my place. These little guys are very afraid of strangers and are very vigilant." Locknir said, "But it's just your words that should be fine."

Just as he was talking, a larger civet suddenly jumped down from the tree and slapped a few of them who screamed the loudest. Then he jumped and landed gracefully in front of Kyle.

"Long time no see, Shakir..." Kyle rubbed its chin, and the civet immediately lay comfortably on the ground, exposing its white belly.

No wonder Rocknir said that, co-author he has a mature cat here.

The one in front of me is the civet cat I met in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary. They got along quite happily at that time.

And those who were brought there specially by Locknir must be the best among the civets, and they would naturally be able to intimidate other cats of the same kind.

"Although I have seen it before, I still find it amazing. After all, Shakir rarely gets close to other wizards." Locknir said, "You are one, and there is Mr. Scamander."

"It's my honor." Kyle rubbed the civet Shakir's chin again, took out a pack of Motla rat meat jerky from his pocket, opened the package and fed it to it.

As long as they are cats, no matter they are civets, leopard cats, or owls, they all like this, and civets are no exception.

"Don't feed them too much." Locknir's face fell. "My salary is not enough for them to eat this every day."

"Is Beauxbatons so stingy to professors?" Kyle said with a smile, "Otherwise, you can come to Hogwarts, where the salary is pretty good."

"I have thirty-seven civet cats here. No matter how much salary I get, I can't afford them."

"Then take them with you. Their food expenses will be reimbursed by Hogwarts."

If more than thirty civet cats could be kidnapped, the deal would be worthwhile.

But Locknir didn't answer his words at all. He just pretended that he didn't hear anything, opened the door and walked in.

Kyle also followed with Shakir in his arms.

The furnishings in the cabin are as simple as the cabin itself, and most of the furniture is made by myself.

Locknir poured him a cup of tea.

The two sat across from each other and really discussed topics related to magical animals. Rocknir was also very interested in the new ideas Newt raised.

"correct."

An hour later, Kyle suddenly thought of something.

"A few years ago you said you were going to search for a new magical animal, but there were no results yet?"

"It's rare that you still remember." Locknir smiled, "It's almost done, but we can't rush this kind of thing. I still need to observe more details, but it's almost done. I can publish it as soon as the third generation is born. ”

"Don't forget to send me a copy."

"Of course, after all, I promised it a long time ago."

…

Afterwards, the two chatted for a long time, the sky gradually became dark, and Kyle was ready to leave.

By the time nine o'clock was almost the agreed time, he had to go to the alchemy classroom.

When Locknir sent him out of the cabin, Kyle reluctantly put down Shakir in his arms.

He really likes civets, their big blue eyes are so beautiful.

"You can try to take it away." Locknir's eyelids trembled and he said softly.

"What?"

"I mean, if Shakir is willing, you can take it away." Locknir said again, "That's why I wanted to find you in the first place."

"Why?" Kyle asked. The surprise came so quickly that he couldn't believe it.

"I have learned about the situation on your side. The deeds of that dark wizard are terrifying just to hear them." Locknir said softly: "More than a month ago, there were even seventy wizards who died in one place. I was simply shocked. OK."

"Civets... are magical animals with strong senses. When danger is coming, they can often detect it faster than wizards.

"With Shakir here, we may be able to help you avoid some dangers."

"Thank you..." Kyle said after a moment of silence.

"Just think of it as mutual help between peers." Locknir glanced at Kyle again, "Just remember to return Shakir."

"must."