Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

"Grandpa?" Claire was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"The Ministry of Magic just sent me a letter telling me what happened to you. I was a little worried, so I came here to see you." Grandpa spoke slowly and in a smooth and gentlemanly tone. He glanced at Gray with interest. Continued, "Fortunately, Claire got home safely, but I seem to have disturbed you..."

"It's not disturbing, grandpa." Claire changed the topic, "Gray, this is my grandpa."

"Hello, Mr. Ruben Weisman, I have heard of your name before." Gray shook hands politely, "My name is Gray Morris."

Gray was thankful that Mr. Mason had mentioned his name before.

"Hello, Mr. Morris," Grandpa smiled, "I know this name, Claire used to mention it often..."

"Grandpa! Too many things happened this night to make you worried." Claire frowned and said immediately.

"I used to mention you in passing when I talked about 'Pili Grass'." Grandpa smiled, holding a cane in one hand, and his contented posture was in stark contrast to Claire, who was standing stiffly beside him. "I want to talk to Mr. Morris alone. chat."

"Wait? Why do you want to talk to him alone?" Claire was very surprised, "Grandpa!"

Gray had the same idea. If he remembered correctly, this was his first meeting with Ruben Weisman, right?

Grandpa was amused by her anxious look and chuckled twice.

"I'm going to the greenhouse first!" Claire had no choice but to walk away obediently, even though she was very unconvinced, "If you want to talk, you might as well go inside."

"No, it's a simple conversation, and then I'm leaving." Grandpa said.

They were the only two left at the gate.

"Claire told me that you were exploring the secrets of the filet grass a while ago. As far as I know, the filet grass will regenerate due to something, but their number seems to be fixed. This has always been an unsolved mystery. In addition, it is extinct, so there is almost no direction to explore." Grandpa said leisurely.

"I sincerely hope that you young people can devote themselves to exploring the unknown, but I also hope to have some reservations. I hope there won't be an accident like my son. He tried his best but had no way out because of an accident." Grandpa was very happy. calm.

"Accident?" Gray blurted out out of curiosity, "I'm sorry, no offense intended..."

"It's okay, kid." Grandpa smiled, "The Weisman family has been studying herbalism for generations, but Philodendron has always been an unsolved mystery. Claire's father, my son, has a completely different temperament from an old man like me. , he is a serious, old-fashioned and very ambitious person. He wanted to understand Philica... and even went a little crazy. However, in the end, he was obsessed with getting an ancient piece of information and was deceived and framed."

"A while ago, I saw Claire picking up the information about Philodendron again. I was a little worried. I can't help much with my old bones, but I heard that she was accompanied by someone," Grandpa said, "This time I saw You sent Claire back, and I feel that the partner she found is reliable. I think that working together is better than being alone. A person can sometimes fall into extremism, get into trouble, and even put himself in dangerous situations without knowing it. "

"Thank you for your trust." Gray was a little overwhelmed.

"You're welcome, kid, but please understand my core meaning - take care to protect yourself." Grandpa patted his shoulder. "Young people have unlimited potential and can create all possibilities. Maybe in my lifetime, you can give What’s a surprise for me, an old man?”

Grandpa adjusted his collar and put a gentleman's hat on his head: "I think it's time for me to go. I just said goodbye to Claire, right? So, Mr. Morris, goodbye, and I wish you all the best."

After saying that, Gray heard a bang and the old man in front of him disappeared.

……

Gray finally got rid of Claire's constant questioning. After all, she really wanted to know what the two of them would talk about when they met for the first time. By the time he left Claire's house and arrived at Hogwarts, it was already dawn, and Gray felt more tired than ever. , but he still had to prepare for the crystal science course for a while.

The Hufflepuff team had already gotten up early to practice on the Quidditch pitch. A few students were still reading in the courtyard, and some people were trickling into the great hall.

"I can't believe it!" Gray heard a sigh coming from under the big tree in the distance, "Oh...Neville...the wand is the last thing a wizard can throw away..."

He looked under the tree, and Neville was hiding under the tree, with his head lowered and shoulders hunched over, facing a roaring letter.

Normally, Gray would have asked about Neville's condition, but now he couldn't care at all. He had no strength after not sleeping all night. He took out the Marauder's Map from his robe and wanted to confirm again whether the name was still there. ——This is the only thing he has the strength to do at the moment.

"I solemnly swear that I will not do good deeds."

His heartbeat quickened, and he suddenly became energetic. His eyes were fixed on the name on the map - Peter Pellum, and a name also appeared near him: Sirius Black.

Gray walked quickly towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, nervous and determined. There must be no accident this time. He wanted to settle the matter quickly. While thinking about how to deal with the cunning Wormtail, he took out his wand, but right before At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him and bumped into him.

"Professor Morris!" Hermione covered her head, her messy hair falling on her shoulders, "I'm sorry..."

"You're here just in time! Go find Professor Dumbledore!" Gray helped Hermione up, "Let him go to the Forbidden Forest!"

"Wha...what?" Before Hermione could react, she saw that Gray had already walked far away.