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After chatting with Dumbledore for a while, Vison finally stated his purpose.
"Professor, I wanted to ask if you would allow me to include it in the practical part of Care of Magical Creatures?"
Vison's tone carried a hint of caution, after all, the Thunderbird's special nature made this matter seem somewhat sensitive.
"Why not?" Dumbledore revealed a surprised expression. "I fully support you, Vison. Hogwarts will not interfere with your teaching, unless—you cause serious harm to the students. But I think that should be impossible; your abilities are well known."
Vison was a little surprised, not expecting Dumbledore to say that, but he still continued to ask: "Will the Ministry of Magic allow it? Privately raising protected magical creatures seems to be illegal."
"This isn't privately raising them," Dumbledore, after hearing Vison's words, smiled and winked at him. "Let me think. You're raising the Thunderbird because Hogwarts needs it for teaching, aren't you? The Ministry of Magic will definitely agree. This is completely reasonable and legal!"
"Alright, Professor, you're right."
Vison breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It seemed that he had been too one-sided. Dumbledore didn't care at all about him raising a Thunderbird. He didn't even care about the Ministry of Magic. However, that was normal. That was Dumbledore!
If he was willing, all the affairs of the Ministry of Magic would have to follow his lead.
Dumbledore also gently touched the little Thunderbird's neck—as expected, the little Thunderbird wasn't afraid of him at all.
"How does it feel to teach at Hogwarts?" He asked with a smile while stroking it.
Vison was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "Actually, I'm not sure yet."
"Not sure?" This time it was Dumbledore's turn to be puzzled. "What happened?"
"Because I haven't taught a class yet. My first class is this afternoon," Vison paused for a moment, then continued. "Professor, I think we can consider increasing the number of Care of Magical Creatures classes. Although it's an elective, but…"
Increase the number of classes?
Dumbledore expressed that he had never heard of such a request.
After Vison lectured eloquently about the importance of Care of Magical Creatures until his mouth was dry, Dumbledore finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Perhaps you could start a club about Care of Magical Creatures," he said, and after leaving these words, he waved his wand and "invited" Vison out of the office.
Vison only felt a gust of wind carrying him outside the office.
This was also within Vison's expectations. At Hogwarts, Care of Magical Creatures was like physical education in an ordinary school. Important, but not that important. Schools will increase academic classes, but rarely will they increase physical education classes. Therefore, Vison's suggestion to add more classes was just talk. Moreover, the courses at Hogwarts were already quite full.
Leaving the Headmaster's office, Vison walked down the corridor considering the little Thunderbird's name. Suddenly, he slapped his head.
He had forgotten the little Thunderbird in the Headmaster's office.
...
When lunch ended, Vison was invited by Professor Sprout to her greenhouse. On the way there, she spoke.
"Remember when you were in school?" Professor Sprout said as she walked. "You would often come to help me take care of the herbs, and then ask me for some herb seeds… Ah, when people get old, they think about the past."
"That really helped me a lot, especially during my later travels," Vison smiled, regretting. "In fact, I'm sorry that I haven't come to see you since I graduated, Professor."
After hearing Vison's words, Professor Sprout smiled, her eyes narrowing into slits, and comforted him. "Oh, that's nothing, Vison. As long as what you learned from me can be useful, that's enough."
At this time, they finally arrived at the entrance of the greenhouse.
Professor Sprout's greenhouse and Vison's plantation were completely different in style. Most of the plants grown in the greenhouse were herbs that needed careful care, and there were also some very precious plants outside. Many plants would not survive if there was even a small mistake.
As for Vison's plantation, it basically had everything in it—whether common or rare, he planted them together carelessly, as for whether they could survive—that all depended on fate.
However, because of the special nature of Vison's magic, the survival rate was still acceptable, and even with the passing of generations, the vitality of the plants would grow stronger and stronger. It's just that some plants grew crookedly, such as those Deadly Venomous Moly. Who would have thought that plant poison, which saves lives, would suddenly become poisonous?
...
"Please come in," Professor Sprout opened the door of the greenhouse and then picked up a pair of thick dragon-hide gloves from the shelf next to her and handed them to Vison. "Recently, a new batch of Venomous Tentacula has come in, and they just need to have their roots trimmed. You'll help me, won't you? Just like before?"
"Venomous Tentacula?" Vison raised his eyebrows, took the gloves, and put them on skillfully. "Hopefully, I still remember what to do."
Although he said that, Vison hadn't forgotten.
Vison always remembered the methods of caring for plants very well. For him, caring for plants was like riding a bicycle. Once you learned it, you wouldn't forget it.
A moment later.
"Your movements are still very agile," Professor Sprout nodded as she watched Vison skillfully handle the Venomous Tentacula. "It seems that you haven't wasted your time after graduation."
Vison trimmed the roots of the Venomous Tentacula neatly while smiling and saying, "Of course not, Professor. In fact, I have been running a plant plantation to store the magical plants I found during my travels."
"Oh my goodness, you never told me about this!" Professor Sprout looked at him in surprise after hearing this. "What about now? How is your plantation doing?"
Vison raised his chin a little proudly. "If there's a chance, I will take you to see it."
"Then I look forward to your invitation, Professor Weasley," Professor Sprout finished processing the last Venomous Tentacula and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Thank you so much, otherwise, I probably wouldn't have made it to my afternoon class."
The preparation for the class had made her very busy.
Vison took off the dragon-hide gloves from his hands and put them aside, saying, "You can pick a few students to help you, just like before."
After hearing Vison's words, Professor Sprout smiled easily. "That won't do, Vison. Not all students are as talented as you. Maybe I'll have to clean up their messes."
"If there are no students, I can always come and help you," Vison shrugged. "Just like before."
Professor Sprout revealed a satisfied expression, but still shook her head. "Professors are much busier than students."
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