"Mom!" Draco stood up subconsciously after seeing the tall young woman.
"Draco, you need to keep your senior's teachings firmly in mind. This is the purest sentiment from a powerful wizard. It is your honor that you can hear it!" The young woman looked at Draco seriously.
"Okay, Mom, I will!" Draco nodded solemnly, and then saluted Weston, "Thank you very much, senior!"
After seeing it from the side, the young woman nodded with satisfaction: "This is what our heir to the Malfoy family should look like!"
After saying that, the young woman looked at Weston, smiled and said: "I have heard of the genius Weston for a long time, and I just met it today. Do you mind if I call you Weston? I am Narcissa·
Malfoy, Draco's mother."
"Good evening, beautiful lady." Weston gave a slight salute and responded, "Uncle Lucius never told me that I have such a beautiful and wise wife like you. Even Merlin would be blessed with such a blessing.
envy!"
"Thank you for your compliment, Weston!" Narcissa smiled slightly, "Although we only met for the first time, Lucius mentioned you to me more than once and respected you very much, and Draco was also full of you.
You have so much admiration and admiration. This makes me always very curious about you."
"I'm just an ordinary wizard!" Weston spread his hands and said calmly.
"You are so humble." Narcissa said this with a smile, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Although it is a bit presumptuous, I still want to ask, do you have any thoughts about accepting students now?"
Accepting students? Weston was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Narcissa meant. She was planning to let him be Draco's teacher.
However, Weston himself did not have this idea. It was not that he could not teach, but that it was very troublesome, so he declined politely: "I'm sorry, I haven't considered this kind of thing for the time being. After all, I am still a student myself.
"
Who can treat Weston as a student? Not even Dumbledore! Narcissa was obviously stunned for a moment, then understood what Weston meant, looked at him deeply, and looked at him slightly.
He nodded regretfully: "Well, if there is a chance, I hope you can help take care of Draco."
"I will!" Weston smiled and nodded.
Draco was a little disappointed after hearing Weston's answer, but he quickly adjusted.
The atmosphere afterwards was not awkward at all. As the wife of the Malfoy family and a member of the Black family, Narcissa naturally had her own way of communicating.
"You mean, Harry is no longer the same at home now?" Weston raised his eyebrows after listening to Draco's words, "Are his aunt and uncle still dishonest?"
"Harry didn't say that." Malfoy shook his head. "Harry told me that he now has his own room, and his uncle no longer cares about him. However, it seems that he has some relatives.
Still talking about him."
"It doesn't matter, I think Dumbledore will find a way!" Weston nodded, "After all, things are different now!"
Having said this, Weston smiled mysteriously, which made Draco confused.
The teacher should be able to take care of his mistress, right? Weston thought to himself, wouldn't Harry have his own father in this way? It's just helping his old love rival raise a child. According to the teacher's licking-dog character, it should be
No problem...probably!
When I think of the scene that will appear in the Potions class in the future:
"Harry, get up and answer this question!"
"Sorry, I didn't know, Professor!"
"professor?"
"I mean, father!"
"Very good. You are as honest as a Gryffindor. Ten points for Gryffindor!"
"..."
Thinking of this, Weston felt that the world was very strange.
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"Everyone, welcome to the Greengrass family!" The head of the Greengrass family looked at the nearly two hundred squibs in front of him. There were people of all ages, and some were even gray-haired old people. He nodded with satisfaction.
, "I invite you all to come here today for a big event. It may be a good thing for you!"
The squibs looked at each other, and they were all a bit confused. These squibs were all dressed in various styles, and some were even wearing suits. It was obvious that these people were called here from various places.
"Tell me, Weston!" The head of the Greengrass family looked at Weston and motioned for him to come forward.
Weston nodded, looked at the blank looks of the Squibs, and said directly: "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just a magic experiment that I want you to cooperate with. There shouldn't be any danger. If it succeeds,
, each wand shop will have an extra business!”
The Squibs were stunned at first, and then they all realized what Weston meant, and almost all the Squibs became excited.
"Are you saying that if the experiment succeeds, I can use magic?" A squib asked boldly.
"Yes, but the experiment cannot be completed in one go." Weston said sincerely, "But I will try my best. This matter is good for you, and it is the same for me, isn't it?"
"Why should we believe you?" Another Squib looked at Weston with doubt in his eyes.
"Just because he is Weston!" The head of the Greengrass family suddenly interrupted, "If you still know about the magic world and pay attention to the magic world, you should know what this name represents!"
Weston? That genius boy? The squibs all became excited, discussing something quietly underneath, but there was no longer any doubt on their faces, they were all full of hope and excitement.
"It seems that I still have a certain reputation, don't I?" Weston made a witty remark and said with a smile, "If there are no doubts, we are ready to start! This time I will check it for everyone.
Body."
"We believe in you, Weston!" A Squib woman looked at Weston gratefully, "Thank you!"
"When we succeed, I think you will have enough energy to thank me, right?" Weston said with a smile.
The subsequent inspection went very smoothly. Even the few female squibs showed no signs of embarrassment. Seeing a little hope, the passion they erupted made Weston even frightened.
However, this was fine, and by cooperating with everything, Weston quickly accomplished his goal.
Looking at the records in his hand, Weston couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He circled a few different ones with a quill and handed them to the person next to him: "Give this to Uncle Greengrass, I need to know them."
the background of everything.”
"Okay, Mr. Delacour!" The wizard nodded, took the parchment written by Weston, turned around and walked out.