My partner at Hogwarts is Tom

"After he finished speaking, the strange snake in the powerful wizard's hand disappeared, leaving only a dumbfounded wizard and a fresh, bloody wound on his buttocks."

Upon hearing this, the two little witches beside them gaped in astonishment.

Clearly, the snake's revenge in the story surprised them greatly.

This was also the most bizarre story they had ever heard.

Speaking of which, looking at the little witch who hadn't yet fully processed the story...

Victor then pulled a thermos and four teacups from his pocket, poured out four cups of hot milk tea, and shared them with everyone.

Ginny instinctively took the milk tea Victor offered, took a small sip, and then asked impatiently.

"And then what, Professor?"

"After that, in order to find the strange snake that was chasing its own tail, this powerful wizard used the hourglass he created to travel through time several more times."

"It's a pity that in the subsequent time travels, I never encountered that strange snake that went back in time to take revenge and bite its own butt again."

"Ultimately, during a time travel, even that powerful wizard himself became lost in the river of time."

"And the hourglass that he painstakingly collected and made to travel through time was shattered because of that lost time travel."

"The broken hourglass of time was fought over by wizards from all over the world. Most of the sand containing the history collected by that powerful wizard was wasted, and only a small portion was remade into a smaller magical artifact called the Time Converter."

"And none of the wizards who used the Time Converter to study time afterward ever encountered the strange little snake that chased its own tail, as recorded in that powerful wizard's notes."

After telling this amazing story, Victor picked up his teacup and drank the milk tea inside with relish.

Wow!

The two little witches beside them both let out a heartfelt exclamation.

"Professor Navic, are those magical creatures Luna saw also able to take her on time travel or something?"

When Ginny asked another question out of curiosity, Victor smiled, stood up, and ruffled the heads of the two little witches.

"Then I don't know. You'll have to figure out what amazing abilities these little creatures have for yourselves. Alright, our after-dinner story time is over. You should go back now."

"Oh, okay, thank you, Professor. We'll study hard!"

As they spoke, the two little witches accepted Victor's farewell gift—a fragrant crab leg for each of them—and then reluctantly said goodbye to Victor.

On the way back to Hogwarts Castle, the two little witches were still chattering about the strange snake that had traveled back in time to bite a wizard's butt in revenge for a kick.

Watching the two little witches walk away, Victor stretched and yawned.

"Harassing Fly, Curved Horn Snore, what a talented little wizard! It's a pity that such a talented little wizard was assigned to Ravenclaw. Shouldn't such a wizard with such a knack for magical creatures belong to me, Hufflepuff?"

"However, Luna's temperament does indeed fit Ravenclaw's style very well."

"Alright, now that you're a young wizard at Hogwarts, whether you're Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, you'll still be my student."

After making his remark, Victor turned to Tom, who was still gnawing on a "crab leg" next to him.

"Let's go, Tom. I should head to the Forbidden Forest to see the little ones and test out my newfound abilities."

As he spoke, Viktor jumped up on the spot.

Then his figure twisted in mid-air and transformed into a swallow.

After barking twice at Tom, it flew directly into the Forbidden Forest.

Tom, who had turned around to go with Victor when he heard his greeting, was about to leave with him.

At this moment, I watched as the swallows nodded to me and flew away into the forbidden forest without looking back.

Tom's mouth opened wide involuntarily as he chewed on the crab leg.

With a soft thud, the crab leg, not yet fully eaten, fell onto the lush green lawn beside the Black Lake.

Looking at Viktor, who had already disappeared beside him.

Tom rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked at the swallow, which had now become a tiny black dot.

Finally, it was confirmed that Victor had indeed turned into a bird and flown away.

Watching the swallows that were almost out of sight as they flew away.

Tom didn't even care about the crab leg that had fallen to the ground.

He hurriedly and frantically pulled out a bunch of props from his person.

After searching around for a while, and then hammering away with a hammer, saw, and chisel, a pair of wings appeared in Tom's hands.

Tom put on the wings, flapped them twice, and tested their feel.

Tom then took a running start and vigorously fanned himself with both hands.

The next moment, Tom took flight using his soft, bat-like wings.

At first, perhaps because he wasn't very skilled, Tom flew rather shakily, going up and down, looking like he might fall from the sky at any moment.

But Tom quickly figured out the trick to flying.

With a fan in his hand, he transformed into a beam of light and flew into the Forbidden Forest.

…………

Viktor, transformed into a swallow, nimbly skimmed over the treetops at the edge of the Black Lake and glided into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

As we ventured deeper into the forbidden forest, the surrounding air gradually changed.

The scent of earth and decaying leaves was mixed with a hint of crisp moisture and a faint silvery glow.

He descended, passing through a dense canopy of ancient oaks and beech trees, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

This is a secluded lake surrounded by towering, pale cypress trees. The lake water is not the usual emerald green or azure blue, but a very pale, almost transparent silver, as if it has been infused with the essence of moonlight.

The lake's surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the interlaced bare branches above and the occasional wispy clouds drifting by, blurring the boundaries and making it seem as if heaven and earth were merging together.

Instead of the usual reeds or shrubs, the lakeside is covered with a soft, shimmering silver moss, like a velvet carpet, stretching all the way to the edge of the woods.

The air was exceptionally clean, carrying a chill, but not biting; inhaling it felt like a cool stream flowing through my lungs.

The surroundings were unusually quiet; even the usual chirping of insects and birds had disappeared. There was only a very faint, rhythmic, and ethereal tinkling sound, as if coming from the depths of the lake, like crystal wind chimes touching each other.

In the afternoon, the sunlight was filtered through the dense canopy of trees, forming thousands of golden threads that slanted down.

The lake surface is no longer a deep, silvery mirror, but rather like a piece of crystal that has been polished to an extremely thin thickness, turning the sunlight that penetrates the branches and leaves into a shimmering expanse of broken gold.

The chill in the air was dissipated by the sunlight, filling it with a mixture of warmed earth, damp bark, and the sweet scent of some plant.

The all-encompassing tranquility remained, but the languid vitality unique to the afternoon quietly permeated the air.

In the distance, one or two long bird calls could be faintly heard, and nearby, perhaps the barely perceptible sound of wings flapping across the lake.

The silver moss on the lakeside is even clearer in the sunlight. Every wisp of moss seems to have absorbed the light, spreading out softly and shimmering with a silk-like luster.