Jason looked at Professor McGonagall with a smile, only to be met with a fierce glare. In an instant, the authority of a teacher washed over him, and he immediately focused his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.
"Alright, what's the matter?" Dumbledore changed two cups and poured two fresh cappuccinos, pushing them forward.
"We have an idea regarding the upgrading of Hogwarts' defense system," Professor McGonagall then told Dumbledore the whole story of the iron golems' explosive destruction of the stone statues.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Of course, you can. I have no objections, but it depends on Jason. Can your magic support you in doing this?"
Sitting calmly in his chair, sipping his cappuccino, Jason felt underestimated. If he were still using the sales tactics from his custom studio, this would be his first order since arriving at Hogwarts, a done deal!
Then...
Afternoon, dusk at Hogwarts.
Jason had just finished building an iron golem and equipped it with a greatsword. Behind him, Hagrid was carrying a huge bucket of paint, a transparent color, mainly for rust prevention.
Although the iron golem wasn't afraid of rust, the proper respect couldn't be lacking.
"Jason, are you alright?" Hagrid asked tentatively, watching Jason's movements getting slower and slower.
"Me? I feel..." He looked up at the dusk.
"I feel like the sun is green."
Although what he was doing wasn't magic in the traditional sense, like wizards, he also had magic power within him. Summoning blocks and iron golems all required magic power.
"Good heavens, you really need to rest. You've built enough iron golems today. I'm afraid you'll die here before you even start teaching." Hagrid put down the paint bucket and forcefully lifted Jason, placing him on the weapon base in front of the iron golem to rest.
Hagrid also sat down on the floor beside him, and then the two of them saw a large black bat—no, it was Professor Snape—passing by.
Snape also saw them, and the iron golems all the way from the Hogwarts gate to the Great Hall, and he understood what the two of them were doing sitting here.
Thinking of this, he reached into his pocket and took out a bottle of deep blue potion.
"Magic potion."
Jason took the potion and drank it all, feeling much better, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With the thought of returning a favor, he directly placed a square cauldron on the ground.
"I'm definitely not as good as you at potions, so I don't know if this cauldron is good for potions or not. Take a look."
Snape squatted down, tapped it, and looked at it.
"The materials are solid, but ordinary flames would probably be difficult to heat it. Thank you for your kindness."
"Okay, how about this? It's a wild idea I came up with myself."
Jason took out a potion brewing station, with a glowing rod emitting heat at all times in the center, and three potion bottle holders.
Snape's mouth twitched.
"Professor Heath, you are different from others. Don't waste your time on potions."
"OK, I'll keep your advice in mind."
Jason waved his hand, still without much energy.
Snape returned to his office, and he took the large cauldron with him. As he said, it might be used to soak potion ingredients because it was indeed too big.
Jason patted Hagrid beside him.
"Continue?"
"Before ten o'clock in the evening, I have endless power."
"What about after ten o'clock?"
"After ten o'clock, that's not the time humans should be working, Jason. At that time, we should go back to our rooms and have a couple of drinks. Come to my place tonight, I have a few good bottles of wine." Hagrid said cheerfully.
"Of course, I'd be happy to. I didn't realize you knew how to enjoy life."
"Of course, how could someone who doesn't enjoy life plant pumpkins in front of the yard... By the way, Jason, that pumpkin... can my pumpkin create this big guy too?"
"I'm sorry, no."
"That's okay... no need to apologize to me."
"OK."
Late at night...
Jason couldn't drink, or rather, couldn't drink Hagrid's kind of wine.
After all, if calculated by alcohol content, none of the piles of wine Hagrid took out was below sixty proof.
This pure liquor is used to mix cocktails in the Muggle world, but Hagrid was pouring it into his mouth cup after cup.
Really, pouring this level of liquor into an engine could make a car run, and then...
Forget it, I accepted the invitation, I have to finish it while crying.
Just like that, with every drink, Hagrid's favorability +10. It seemed he liked generous friends.
It was like this until Hagrid sat next to Jason, his fan-like hand patting him on the back, his hearty laughter filling his ears.
"I really... can't drink another drop."
Thump!
The next day...
Jason woke up groggily from Hagrid's bed. It must be said that Hagrid looked unkempt but was quite hygienic.
He himself was lying on the ground, mumbling and bubbling.
Jason shook his neck, waved his wand to control the small blocks to put Hagrid on the bed, and then tiptoed out of Hagrid's hut after cleaning up the empty wine bottles.
After he walked out of the house, he took a deep breath and still felt that this small house was too small for Hagrid. He waved his wand to control the small blocks and left a message at the door.
[If you want to expand your house, feel free to come to me, I'm a professional. ———— Jason Heath]
After doing all this, he rubbed his head and returned to his office. He seemed to remember last night that Hagrid's satisfaction exploded and he got a new block.
What was it?
Hiss—my head hurts so much, I forgot.
After returning to the office, his head was still dizzy...
Knock knock knock...
"What's the matter?"
Snape took Jason into his office.
"Speaking of which, this is a waste of talent, but Madam Pomfrey is on vacation, so I can only come to you."
Before Jason could finish speaking, Snape threw a bottle of potion over.
"For sobering up."
"Thanks."
After drinking the sobering potion in one gulp, his originally dizzy head finally cleared up, and he also remembered the new block he got last night.
A dark green pixel ball appeared in his hand and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Ender Pearl!"
He murmured happily in his heart.
"Coincidentally, I also have something I need to ask you for help with, regarding potion making." Snape turned around after tidying up his potion shelf.
"I'm quite an amateur when it comes to potions, honestly."
"It's mainly alchemy problems," Snape added.
"Tell me about it first."
"The temperature requirements for making potions are very high. In the past, I controlled the temperature of the flame while brewing the potion. Both are delicate tasks. When brewing some high-end potions, I must concentrate all my attention, so I would like to ask you to customize a magic device that can control the temperature," Snape said.
"...Muggle's electric stove."
"Hogwarts will interfere with that thing."
"Find an apprentice to help you control the temperature."
"There are always times when I'm alone."
"I might have a way... using redstone... wait for a while, I'll go back and design it before telling you."
[Trust from Snape +10]
"Thank you," Snape's face showed a slight smile that was barely perceptible.
"Tell me all your requirements as well."
"No problem."