Xing Ze met Henry Bachert at the opening ceremony, but only briefly.
He looks to be in his twenties, but is actually already thirty. He has a high nose, a pair of deep blue eyes, thin lips, and is very handsome. His skin looks sickly pale at close range.
He is well-dressed, and the wizard robe he wears is this year's latest style, handmade by Woodcock's century-old tailoring shop, and the lowest-end one costs one hundred and fifty Galleons.
Compared with Barrow Foley, he is less masculine and more gloomy. Perhaps it is this temperament that allows him to block the traces of time.
"Time is a flat circle, and the end point is back to...asxs..." he said, his voice was hoarse and low.
"What?" Xing Ze asked with a frown.
"I like this sentence." Bakht said, took out his notebook and pen and started writing.
Xing Ze turned to look at Ben, who told him to be patient.
After Bacht finished writing, he thought for a while, seeming to recall the meaning.
After another long while, he raised his head and looked at Xing Ze, then showed a surprised look. He sighed happily: "Oh, I know you. Unsung hero, is that what they call you?"
"No." The corner of Xing Ze's mouth twitched slightly, "They call me Xing Ze. Nice to meet you, Mr. Bakht."
"What a pity. That title obviously suits you very well. The fearless man who faced the monster in the wind and snow finally gave his life to save the train, but no one can tell his name. What a tragedy, how cold..."
Xing Ze turned to Ben and asked in a low voice: "Is it because all the Potions teachers are so nervous, or..."
Ben whispered in Xing Ze's ear: "He is like this. Sometimes he easily falls into his own hallucinations. The students call him the gloomy prince. Man, give him some time."
"Uh, Mr. Bakht." Xing Ze snapped his fingers in front of the prince, "Sorry to bother you. I'm not facing the snow monster alone, there are two other people who went out with me to delay the time. In addition, I also
Alive."
Bakht came back to his senses. He took a deep breath and finally discovered Ben's existence. "Hey, Ben, when did you come?"
He had been standing there for almost twenty minutes. Xing Ze thought to himself. But he still said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Bakht, I need your help."
"Let's just say you are an unsung hero." A smile appeared on Bakht's pale face, "As long as you promise to talk to me about that feeling afterwards."
"What does it feel like?"
"Death." His eyes were shining like a saint who saw a miracle.
"I won't disturb you anymore." Ben interrupted, then turned and walked out of the room.
"Okay, if things get done, I will talk to you." Xing Ze reluctantly agreed, and then took out the red candies from the ring.
"What is this?" asked Bakht, who seemed quite reliable when not in his own reverie.
"A new type of hallucinogen." Xing Ze replied, "I need your help to find out what its ingredients are."
Hearing this, Bakht laughed a few times, but he quickly put away his smile, "Oh, you are serious."
"certainly."
"I'm afraid I can't promise you."
Xing Ze spread his hands: "But...but just now..."
"No, no, no, this is a matter of principle, Mr. Unsung Hero..."
"Xing Ze, my name is Xing Ze."
Bakht hesitated for a moment, then went his own way and said: "Mr. Unsung Hero, this is a matter of principle. I can't help you make poison."
"No... I think you are mistaken, Mr. Bakht. There is something involved with these hallucinogens, and I need to find out what they are."
"I smell a conspiracy, sir." Bakht leaned forward, "Is it about the train attack?"
"I can't tell you."
Bakht's slender fingers slid across the table, fiddling with the red candies. He fell into deep thought again, and Xing Ze could only wait quietly.
"You know, sir, there are similarities between the two of us."
Xing Ze shrugged and said, "I guess it's death?"
"Ah~ you feel the same way, right? We are all shrouded in death, like sacrifices chosen by God. But you are different. You are trapped in the past. Something is slowly dragging you down.
Quagmire.”
Xing Ze let out a long breath and said: "Okay, Keats, will you help me or not?"
Bakht smiled evilly, reached out and picked up a red candy, "I'll help you, but our agreement remains unchanged."
"How long will it take to know the result?"
"It depends on whether the composition of the candy is complicated or not."
"No matter what, I still have to thank you, Mr. Bakht." Xing Ze stood up and walked out of the room.
Xing Ze spent the rest of the morning preparing lessons, even though his self in this world had read the entire textbook before coming to school. The other part was used to memorize the students in the class.
The afternoon class was chosen in a spacious classroom. About fifty students came inexplicably. The noisy classroom fell silent instantly after Xing Ze walked in.
Everyone was looking at him, which made Xing Zeru feel a smile on his back. He saw Harry Potter, the three Weasley children, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and other familiar faces.
He coughed slightly, introduced himself briefly, and was about to start class when a blond girl sitting in the second row raised her hand high.
Xing Ze remembered that the girl was Lena Custer, a mixed-race wizard who came from an orphanage in the town of Bowness on the east coast of Lake Windermere.
"Uh, Custer?"
"What is the purpose of this course?" the blond girl asked, blinking her big eyes.
The entire class of students turned their attention to her, and Xing Ze smiled, feeling very grateful to this girl for helping to attract attention.
"A very good question." Xing Ze said, "I have been asking myself, what is the meaning of this course. I believe that many of you come from Muggle families.
"You have lived in the Muggle world since you were young, so you already have a certain understanding of Muggle life. What's more, except for going to school, you spend the rest of your time in the Muggle world. Therefore, this course may not be of any use to you.
significance."
Many wizards, including Harry, raised their heads, with doubts and confusion on their faces.
Xing Ze continued: "As for the remaining people, they probably know nothing about the Muggle world. You live in the wizarding world, and you may continue to live here after graduation. Do you know what the Muggle world means to you?
It has no impact on my life.”
Many Slytherin students and pure-blood students expressed their approval.
"So, why do you want to take this course? Is it just so that you can work in the Muggle Liaison Office in the future? Believe me, that job is not a good one."