MTL - Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic-Chapter 81 attend class
"I'm sorry, I'm late,"
The table was already filled with a sumptuous lunch, and Mr. Lemay and Mrs. Lemay had already taken their seats, but Auston was late, and he apologized embarrassingly.
"It's okay, kid, just sit here and get lost," Mr. LeMay waved. "Albus got lost when he came here for the first time, and he couldn't find the bathroom next to him."
After Auston was seated, Mr. Lemay laughed and talked about the interesting stories of the guests getting lost in their house.
"I hope Dolly didn't offend you," Madame Lemay said apologetically when Auston said that the two house-elves had brought him here. "I spoiled her."
"No, no," Auston waved his hands again and again, "They are very kind."
"You are such a good boy." Madame Lemay smiled kindly.
Auston had a very long lunch, and Madame Lemay kept putting cakes on his plate.
After lunch, Mr. Lemay asked Auston to wait downstairs, and he went upstairs himself.
Auston wanted to reach out to help Madame Lemay collect the dishes, but she stopped her.
"No need, good boy, they help me." She pointed to the house elves Tony and Dolly.
Dolly was stacking large plates on Tony's arm. The plates were so heavy that Tony's legs kept shaking, and the higher and higher plates teetered.
Auston stepped forward and hugged the plate, then took half of it from Tony's arm and hugged it.
"Oh, you are so kind, honorable guest." Tony's grateful voice trembled.
"It's just a small matter." He smiled kindly at Tony.
Madame Lemay lectured Dolly with a straight face, and she shouted something in French.
Dolly reluctantly took the plate from Auston's arms and went into the kitchen.
After a while, Mr. Lemay went downstairs. He was wearing a dark purple linen robe and took Auston's hand with a smile, "Let's go, I'll show you the front."
"Front?" Auston looked at the tall Mr. Lemay in confusion, trotting on his feet to follow him closely.
M. Lemay led him to a huge double door.
"It's here." He blinked mysteriously, "You wait here."
He pushed open the door and walked in alone. Auston waited nervously outside the door.
About two minutes later, Mr. Lemay's solemn and dull voice came from inside - "Come in, Auston."
Auston pushed open the heavy wooden door and walked in.
Inside is a huge lecture hall with hundreds of students sitting on the seats. The seats surround a circular podium, and in the center of the podium is Nicole May in a mopping robe.
Lemay changed her previous amiable attitude and waved her hand solemnly, "Come here, Auston, come here."
"This is Auston Brown, a new student who joined us today." He pointed to Auston and said to the students below.
The students all looked at Auston, and Auston looked at the students below. He found that almost 80 percent of them had gray hair, and only a few had black beards. And it seems that there are people all over the place, there are a few yellow-skinned Asians, and some are black-skinned Africans, and their clothes also have various regional characteristics.
At this moment, they all looked at him with inquiring eyes.
"Sit down there." Mr. Lemay did not explain Auston's identity in detail, but pointed to a seat not far from his podium for him to sit on.
Although confused, Auston knew that at this time only obedience could not be wrong.
After Auston was seated, Mr. Lemay began to speak.
Auston was in a fog. Although Lemay spoke English, he also knew the alchemy that Mr. Lemay was talking about, but he would insert some terms from time to time, and occasionally contact some philosophy, and even talk about alchemy. Politics today.
About two hours later, the class finally ended.
All the students who were over 500 years old walked up to the podium to shake hands with Lemay, and then left in various ways. Some went straight out of the gate, some phantoms were present, and some went to a small room next door, Auston guessed. They must have all gone by the fireplace.
Until there were only two people left in the lecture hall, Mr. LeMay and Auston.
Mr. Lemay stepped down from the podium to look at him, and Auston could see himself in embarrassment in his shining black eyes.
"How is it, do you understand?" he asked.
Auston felt a little guilty, "Listen... I understand a little..."
"Haha," Mr. Lemay smiled kindly, "Okay, okay, it's good if you can understand a little bit, it already shows that you are very talented."
He took his hand, "Let's go, it's time to enjoy our afternoon tea."
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For the next week, Leoston lived the same life. In the morning, he was Mr. Lemay's assistant in refining all kinds of strange stones and potions, and in the afternoon, he was an obedient and good student in Lemay's class. He couldn't understand some parts, but occasionally he could hear some things, such as the use of spells and the origin of wizards that Lemay talked about. Two hours later, I went to the garden to have afternoon tea with the Lemays.
