HP: Wormwood and Lightning Wood

West eventually handed over the alchemy manual, after which Snape lashed him hard with his wand.

Harry and West agreed to have their first training session in the Goblet of Fire the following afternoon.

"...So why are you in my cellar?" Snape asked, his face grim as he slowly paced around, scanning the students in front of him one by one.

Besides Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Draco also came, making the once empty cellar seem quite full.

West was somewhat exasperated. "Why are you all here?"

"We're very worried about Harry," Hermione said.

Harry complained, "Ron doesn't believe me. He insists I put the note in myself." He shrugged. "I just wanted to prove that what I said was true."

Ron's face turned bright red, and he stammered, "Why didn't you say so earlier..."

"You idiot Weasley, you... um!" Draco began slowly. Seeing Ron's face turn red, Harry, not wanting to escalate the conflict any further, quickly covered Draco's mouth.

"Enough, stop fooling around," Snape rubbed his temples, and everyone shrank back. "Let's get training started." He gave West a look.

"Received, sir." West grinned and took out a black leather briefcase, placing it on the ground.

"What is this?" Hermione asked curiously as she leaned closer.

The suitcase was large enough, emblazoned with the Somerset coat of arms, and surrounded by metal trim.

West opened the box. "Come on, go in one by one, watch out for the steps."

"Go in?" Harry's eyes widened.

Draco and Ron were already itching for a fight and ready to go.

Ron led the way, with Draco following behind him, and the two stepped into the box without hesitation.

The suitcase, which was not big enough to fit a person, seemed to have a huge space, instantly absorbing the two of them.

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she followed Harry inside.

"Would you like to come in, Severus?" West asked.

Snape nodded reservedly. He had plenty of curiosity about what was in the box.

Snape carefully stepped into the box and landed steadily on a sturdy staircase.

He walked down the stone steps and entered a small attic.

West followed behind him, opened the attic door, and said, "Come here, Severus." He stood on the stairs and held out his hand to Snape.

Snape had a sudden thought, took West's hand, and was led down the path.

The two descended the bronze spiral staircase, as warm yellow wall lamps lit up step by step, casting shimmering light and shadow on the dark green wallpaper.

At the corner, the bay window is covered with dark green velvet cushions, and the fireplace on the first floor is lit, clearly working its magic to maintain the indoor temperature within a comfortable range.

Snape was astonished. This was practically a miniature version of Somerset Manor. "You certainly have the leisure to build a villa in a box. How extravagant."

"Extravagant, but comfortable," West said with a smile.

Snape looked around and noticed a flying broom in a display case in the hall.

Snape: "What is this?"

West: "You gave me the Nimbus 2000, Severus! You've forgotten!"

Snape: "...Shut up."

The four children were already gathered around the fireplace chatting, and when they saw West and Snape, they quickly raised their hands to greet them.

"Is this space extended using the Unseen Stretch Charm?" Hermione asked in surprise. "I've never seen such a large area of ​​Unseen Stretch Charm."

“There’s a lot more you haven’t seen, Hermione,” Draco said. “They say Newt Scamander, the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, had an even more amazing box, because he collected almost every magical creature from around the world in it!”

"Alright, friends, I'll take you to see the Hungarian wood bee." West rested his hand on the escalator and smiled maliciously at the four people below.

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling, looked at West with a wry smile, and sneezed.

"Hungarian hornet?!" Draco and Ron exclaimed simultaneously.

Draco was clearly delighted—he'd never seen a real dragon before! Hagrid's little dragon didn't count.

Ron shuddered. "A live dragon?"

Hagrid's small dragon could bite his hand, so wouldn't a big dragon bite his head off?

"You understand the first project now, Harry?" West asked.

Harry nodded. "The Hungarian Hornet Dragon, the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon, and the Chinese Fireball Dragon. The warriors will draw lots to choose their dragons and then snatch the golden eggs from their minions."

“That’s right,” West said, leading Snape down. “Now that there’s a fourth warrior, they’ll naturally assign a fourth dragon, but without a doubt, the most ferocious one will be the Hungarian Hornet Dragon.”

Snape tried to break free from West's grasp, but found the other man to be surprisingly strong. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Harry and the others hadn't noticed their clasped hands.

While explaining the characteristics of the Hungarian thorn bee dinosaur, Vester led everyone outside.

After leaving the villa, we walked for a while and entered a secluded area surrounded by tall oak and pine trees.

In the middle was an open space, the ground of which was paved with thick sand and gravel, interspersed with huge stones.

There was a nest-like structure made of piled rocks nearby, surrounded by some soft, dry grass.

A giant dragon, covered in black scales, resembling a lizard, and with yellow eyes, was resting in its den.

"A dragon!" Draco gazed intently at the beautiful dragon.

His roar startled the Hungarian hornet scorpion from its light slumber, and its large tail, covered in bronze spikes, slammed into the ground with tremendous destructive force.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron took a step back in unison.

Snape stared at the dragon, calculating its value in his mind. After all, dragon blood, dragon scales, and dragon heart were all rare and valuable potion ingredients.

West, as if he could read minds like Severus, shook Snape's hand. "There's still a lot of material in Somerset's collection room. Don't even think about touching it, Severus."

Snape silently withdrew his gaze, inwardly sighing. Had he been that obvious?!

When he was with West, his Occlumency technique always seemed to fail.

The dragon clearly recognized West, and, breathing heavily, cautiously moved forward.

"Be good, Xiao Jiu."

Everyone: "..."

Someone's taste in naming is as ahead of its time as ever.

West whispered a few words to Little Nine, whose big eyes turned to Harry.

Harry felt a chill run down his spine. "Does it really have to be this way, West?"

"So, what do you choose?" West patted Harry's big head, then turned to ask Harry, "The Summoning Charm, the Freezing Charm, or the Binding Charm?"

Harry took a deep breath. "The Summoning Charm, please. Honestly, I trust my flying broomstick more than any spell."

"Okay, not a bad choice." West picked up the Nimbus 2001 next to him. "Xiao Jiu, you practice with him."

Little Nine roared excitedly, his hot breath hitting Harry's face.

West led the rest of the group to an open space, leaving enough room for Harry to practice.

"Vester, do you think there's a connection between a person's Patronus and their Animagus?" Hermione suddenly remembered this question that had been on her mind for a long time, and with a wave of her wand, she shouted, "Patriot!"

A small, silvery-white otter appeared in the air, washing its face with its paws.

"Good question. I think they are related. You could write a related study to investigate." West nodded affirmatively. "Also, your Patronus Charm is quite good."

"That absolutely has to be okay, I don't want to be a dog..." Ron said with a bitter face, releasing his guardian spirit, a goofy Jack Russell Terrier.

The big dog sniffed the otter curiously and made a whimpering sound.

"It seems it really likes your otter, Hermione," Ron said.

"How come Gryffindor students are so outstanding?" Snape stared wide-eyed. The Patronus Charm was beyond the scope of the OWL exams.

Snape turned his head, looking for Draco.

Draco was quietly cheering Harry on, inwardly worried for him, when the headmaster suddenly pulled him aside. "How's your Patronus Charm practice going?"

Draco proudly raised his head like a little peacock. "That's wonderful, of course!"

He picked up his wand: "Put Your Guard!"

A proud white peacock appeared before the crowd, head held high, tail feathers spread out behind it, looking quite smug.

Snape turned to the side without changing his expression. He felt a little embarrassed.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Harry was being unilaterally overwhelmed by the Hungarian Hornet.

Harry was sent flying again, feeling his internal organs churning. He could clearly sense that Xiao Jiu had eased up, otherwise he would have broken several ribs.

Unfortunately, despite using several Summoning Spells, the broom lying on the ground remained unresponsive.

Harry gritted his teeth and stood up. "I refuse to believe it!"