A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 204 Night

At the end of the corridor, there is a carved wooden door.

The door had no handle; instead, a bronze bat statue hung on the edge of the door, resembling a door god.

William gently knocked on the strange door.

The bat statue on the door frame suddenly opened its eyes, its large mouth opening and closing, uttering a cold female voice.

"Come in."

As soon as the sound faded, the wooden door suddenly opened automatically.

It was broad daylight, yet the room was completely dark, as if someone had covered the entire room with a curtain.

William went inside, and Hermione followed him timidly.

The wooden door was closed again, and it was pitch black all around, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"What is it, child?" The icy voice seemed to come from all directions. "I think it's rest time today, and you shouldn't take up a professor's rest time."

Hermione clung tightly to William's robes, her head huddled behind him, seemingly frightened.

William waved his wand, and a ball of flame shot out, instantly illuminating the oil lamps on the surrounding walls.

"Don't turn on the light suddenly, you bastard!" The voice was panicked, but also tinged with annoyance.

"My eyes!"

William looked up and saw a beautiful sofa in the corner of the room.

A girl was lying on it, wearing a short-sleeved top and loose shorts, looking extremely relaxed.

Especially her pair of long, fair legs, as white as mutton fat jade, made his eyes ache.

Despite the excruciating pain, William did not blink.

Hmm... It's a bittersweet experience, something like that.

The girl covered her eyes, then vanished in a flash, disappearing from the sofa, leaving cucumber-flavored potato chips scattered all over the floor.

Professor Buscida Baburin's office was completely different from that of other professors.

This was an enormous lounge, beautifully decorated, even more luxurious than Dumbledore's office, and the air seemed to be filled with the scent of incense.

However, the smell, mixed with cucumber, seemed particularly out of place and ruined the elegant atmosphere of the entire room.

What puzzled William the most was that the room didn't even have a window!

William looked around; the quaintly decorated office was filled with antique artworks and alchemical items.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the giant oil painting behind the desk.

William's attention was drawn to the painting.

A goddess's naked body is presented with striking, vivid colors; she has long silver hair and red eyes.

"This is 'The Seventh Chapter of the Night,' which I drew. What do you think? Not bad, right?"

Professor Barbling appeared beside William without warning, holding a crystal goblet filled with bright red liquid.

Like blood,

Bright red.

She took a deep breath through the long straw and let out a satisfied sigh.

Professor Barbering's baggy trousers have disappeared, replaced by a gorgeous white lace-trimmed French court dress.

Professor Babling was dressed like a princess, and her beauty was breathtaking. She had delicate features, wine-red eyes, and long silver hair that cascaded down her shoulders in curls.

She wore a lapis lazuli amulet around her neck—the design of which was a snake coiled around a scepter.

Babling looks like she's only eighteen, but she's actually been a professor at the school for twelve years, and time seems to have left no trace on her!

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

Professor Babling tilted her head, and although she spoke in a questioning tone, the exquisite porcelain on the table had already begun to pour tea automatically.

"No sugar, no milk, thank you," William said without hesitation.

"Hmm, but I think we'd better sit by the fireplace and have some tea?" Professor Barbling snapped her fingers, disappearing from her spot and reappearing on the velvet sofa.

A sofa suddenly appeared under William and Hermione's buttocks.

The surrounding scenery had changed; it was no longer the office, but a slightly smaller room.

But there were still no windows around, only the fireplace fire burning brightly.

"What do you little wizards want with me?"

Professor Babling's wine glass disappeared and was replaced with black tea.

She held the cup gracefully and sipped it slowly.

"If you want to ask me about the final exam questions, forget it. I definitely won't... 'make things difficult' for you."

Professor Babling gave a 'kind' smile.

"No, I'm a second-year wizard, preparing to learn ancient runes from you," William explained.

"Oh, a second-year wizard?" The woman looked up, crossed her legs rather rudely, and said impatiently, "What does a second-year wizard want with me?"

This isn't class time, I need to rest, I need to sleep in bed... um... I need to exercise, I don't have time to play house with you.

"Of course, if you have something of value to offer in exchange, I can reluctantly spare half a day to tutor you."

The woman yawned. "Let's get this straight, I don't need the money, so don't give me Galleons."

William thought for a moment, then took off a ring from his finger and tossed it over.

William has now followed in Dumbledore's footsteps, wearing four rings.

He wore a Ravenclaw bronze ring on his right index finger; a ring given to him by Dumbledore on his middle finger; a ring made with a Stretch-Without-Seal Charm on his left index finger; and a ring on his little finger that provided warmth and protection from the wind.

The ring that William gave to Professor Barbling was the last one.

Professor Barbling tossed the ring William had made back with a slight flick of her finger, her eyes filled with hostility, as if William had thrown some trash at her.

A picky woman, huh?

William then tossed the ring that Dumbledore had given him over.

Anyway, it's a time loop, so even if you give it to her, it will eventually come back to you.

Professor Barbling grasped the ring, and a longsword instantly appeared in her hand. She brandished it twice and laughed:

"Not bad. The stuff that little Dumbledore made is barely enough for me to teach you for a day... wait."

Barbling then noticed the ring on William's index finger.

She extended her right hand, as white as mutton fat jade, and grasped William's hand, her eyebrows slightly raised as she examined it carefully.

William felt a chill; the other person's hand seemed to have no warmth.

"Give me this ring, and I'll teach you for free for a year!"

William didn't answer, but said weakly, "Teacher, you're hurting me."

Barbling's lips curled slightly. No one had ever dared to "tease" her like this before. She tightened her grip on William, her wine-red pupils fixed on him.

Holy crap, this woman is incredibly strong.

William grinned and said, "But I can't take the ring off."

The woman glanced at William with a half-smile, which was perhaps better left unsmiled. William felt a chill run down his spine just looking at her. She said gently, "Then cut it off, even this hand."

"..."

"Haha, I was just kidding." Barbling laughed heartily. "How could I? I'm a Hogwarts professor! I've changed my mind, I can teach you."

Hermione gripped William's left hand tightly, as if trying to get him to leave.

"And what about you?" The woman then turned her gaze to Hermione.

She rested her chin on her right hand, a smile playing on her lips, and said with captivating charm:

"I can teach you for free, but you need to stay with me tonight and warm my bed for me tonight."

William glanced at Professor Babling and thought he could barely handle the job.

Hermione, sitting on the sofa, didn't pay attention to what the woman was saying; she was just staring at her in a daze, thinking how beautiful this woman was.

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