Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

With the blessing of the Room of Requirement, Sainz absorbed water like a sponge and became stronger at the speed of a fighter jet.

It’s just like leveling up in a game. Every day you know more than the day before, and you become visibly stronger.

When you are concentrating on thinking of your moves, time is like a kite with a broken string, gone forever.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the end of October.

Sainz felt a little regretful. "I really need to think before doing anything next time. Why did I suddenly think of giving him a flute?!"

Hagrid's main job is to patrol the Forbidden Forest, so he has a lot of free time after work.

Before this, when he had nothing to do, he would just drink some wine and eat some rock cakes that others couldn't bite.

Ever since I got the flute, I’ve been playing it non-stop whenever I have some free time. The F-toned flute has a low sound, a bit like a bamboo flute. It’s ok to listen to it during the day, but at night, if I listen to it, I’ll pee!!!

It would be fine if the music was beautiful, but just imagine how beautiful it could be for a fool who has just been exposed to music for less than two months.

Fortunately, Hagrid's hut is some distance away from the castle, so people can't hear it when they sleep in the dormitory at night, so it doesn't disturb others.

Originally, Sainz thought that he would calm down after a period of novelty, but he didn't expect that after almost two months, not only did it not calm down, but it has become out of control.

He seriously underestimated the enthusiasm of a beginner who was just a nobody.

This is nothing, if you just play by yourself behind closed doors, but he doesn't. He wants to discuss music with Sainz every day, which seriously affects Sainz's upgrade plan.

In the first week, Sainz did go a few times for the sake of face, but after that, whenever Hagrid wrote to him, he would refuse with various reasons.

Just as I was thinking about it, another letter came.

Sainz:

I have learned a new song. You don't have class this afternoon, so I hope you will come to my cabin for tea. I have prepared pine needles today, which is what you suggested to me last time.

By the way, you didn’t come yesterday because you had class, so I left the mushrooms I found in the Forbidden Forest for you.

Hagrid

Well, that's called shooting oneself in the foot.

This won’t work. Sainz is not a real kid who just wants to have fun after class!

People in the magic world always gave him a leisurely feeling. Even the senior students who were said to have a heavy workload had plenty of time to stroll and date by the lake every day.

Thinking back to the past, when I was in school, I always got up at five o'clock and never went to bed before eleven o'clock at night. Except for the half-hour lunch break at noon, I would never waste even a minute of the rest of the time.

Even if students want to waste, teachers won’t allow it!

Now, the day with the most classes is Friday, which is only one hour and forty-five minutes.

Of the other four days, only Tuesday has three classes of one and a half hours each. On the remaining three days, there is only one hour of class each day.

All the class hours added up for the entire week only amount to six hours and fifteen minutes.

According to the eight-hour work system, it’s not even a full attendance!

Sainz can't stand this kind of waste!!!

Yes, due to the shortage of faculty and staff at Hogwarts, each professor has to teach seven grades and cannot do the same as the assistant teachers in the previous life.

But there is a problem.

Perhaps in the early days of the school, there was indeed a shortage of staff and it was difficult to find trustworthy wizarding talents, so the professors had to take on multiple roles and struggle to move forward.

But nowadays we can’t say that there is no one in society!

The teaching staff is still so stretched, which really makes Sainz puzzled...

After thinking about it, I can only say that I am probably used to it...

Oh, why did I start to have these random thoughts again? Aren’t you thinking about how to reject Hagrid?

He found that his thoughts were particularly divergent recently, which was not the case before.

Was it magic?

It does not seem.

After I discovered that I had "super powers", I no longer had this problem.

It seems to have started from the day I received the notice.

Right, that is it.

Sainz found that he had inadvertently become a "madman" who talked to himself in his mind.

It turns out it’s because I know too much!

Although he tried to restrain himself again and again, after knowing that this was "Harry Potter", he couldn't help but feel arrogant as if he had foresight.

But this is a magical world with magic, and he is subconsciously afraid of being possessed by others, so he is always cautious to the point of being a little neurotic when there are people around him. When he is alone, he relaxes and can't help but have the urge to talk, but he can't really say it out loud.

How to do?

I can only complain wildly in my mind.

"Well, it's good to find the root! I'm not crazy!"

He knew that this was because he knew that the current period of peace was precious, and the subconscious sense of urgency forced him to do so.

Except for the so-called period when the Dark Lord was wreaking havoc, the wizarding world was peaceful and happy most of the time. It was no wonder that they were optimistic about everything they did regardless of the occasion.

………………

It's no use keeping making excuses like this. We have to find him something to do to keep him busy.

Once a person is too busy, he has no time to cultivate his sentiments.

That’s right.

It's the weekend again.

"Hagrid, are you there?"

"Hello! Sainz, I missed you so much." The door of the cabin was suddenly opened.

Dodging Hagrid's embrace, Sainz passed under his armpits.

"Hagrid, look what I brought you?"

"What? A small box in your hand?" Hagrid rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Is it sheet music? I feel like I've completely mastered the one you left me last time, and now I need something more advanced. You're so thoughtful."

"Hmm!" Sainz cleared his throat. "The music score will come later. Today's is different."

"Really? Could it be a chocolate cake?" Hagrid asked impatiently, "You know, I'm not good at riddles."

Sainz placed the small box on his hand, which was like a big pot lid, as if putting steamed buns into a steamer.

"open to take a look."

"Okay... oh... it's so cute... its eyes aren't even open."

Hagrid's bearded face was full of tenderness, and his eyes seemed to be dripping with tears.

Sainz couldn't help but shudder when he saw this.

In the box was a puppy the size of an average person's palm, with short, dark brown fur and a fluffy body.

The lid of the box was opened, and the cold air of late October came in, and the little fur ball shivered and whimpered.

Hagrid's rough voice softened. "Is it for me?"

"I don't know anyone who could take better care of it than you, Hagrid."

"Yes, you are right, Sainz, you are right, who else but me can take care of it. Thank you, thank you so much!"

"It's going to be part of your cabin. Can you give it a name?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Of course it needs a name. Let me see, oh...it turns out to be a little girl. I decided to call her Fang. Yes, Fang!"

"YaYa?" This was something Sainz didn't expect.

"What's wrong, doesn't it sound good?"

"It's okay, I'm fine!"

Sainz remembered that in the original track, Hagrid's Fang seemed to be a big black dog, and this little one was dark brown, but who cares.