Chapter 98 97: Walking among the stars, the sorrow of infatuation
The afternoon class is the history of magic class.
Ian chose to skip class.
It's not that he has any objections to high-quality sleep throughout the afternoon, he just doesn't want to be unsociable in the dormitory. After all, his two roommates also skipped an afternoon class yesterday.
And if you don’t experience skipping classes now, it will obviously not be worthwhile if you choose to skip classes later when you have to attend several classes a day. After all, a whole afternoon would only count as skipping class once, and a whole afternoon would count as two skipping classes. Ian could still tell which was more important.
Unlike most young wizards who skipped school just to rest or have fun, Ian spent the whole afternoon in the Room of Requirement tinkering with Witch Morgan's potion formula.
The inheritance of love potion is extremely long.
The finished love potion will sparkle with the luster of pearls and have a unique spiral rising vapor. Its smell varies from person to person, and it will present different flavors in different people's minds based on personal preferences. A skilled pharmacist can even induce extremely strong feelings of love in the user's heart.
Nothing more.
So far, no one has been able to create the kind of emotion that is truly unbreakable and can be called love, and Ian does not think that Teacher Morgan's formula can improve this shortcoming.
It may not be an aphrodisiac.
But it absolutely cannot bring true love to people, which is why love potions are classified as illegal drugs. Love potions only make the person who takes the drug have a strong attachment to someone.
Even if the effect of the love potion is long enough, it is probably only as effective as the money ability... Ian despises this kind of thing, but this does not prevent him from analyzing some things in the potion. As the saying goes, true knowledge comes from practice. To analyze the knowledge he wants to obtain, Ian must pay attention to the changes in each potion material.
"Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~"
The classroom is filled with a unique herbal smell, mixed with some kind of heart-stopping mysterious fragrance, which is the process of brewing the love potion The unique fragrance exudes from it. Compared with the traditional method of brewing love potion that is popular today, Teacher Morgan's formula obviously does not need to be brewed for three months.
certainly.
The price is that the cost of materials used during cooking will increase significantly. This was already a modified formula by Witch Morgan, but Ian still couldn't find all the materials in the Potions classroom. He had to go to his good uncle Snape's office again, which only solved the big problem. Problems with some materials.
"Some fresh materials can probably only be found in that place." Ian glanced at the dementor who was wearing an elf apron and standing next to him like a chef, "Give it to me Keep an eye on this pot, and don’t let the fire below go out, nor let it get smaller or bigger.”
Faced with such a complicated order.
The dementors, who looked a little cute from hell, immediately floated over - maybe their race is not low in IQ, but rather unfamiliar with the "foreign language" expressions in the real world.
The dementor could at least hear Ian's orders clearly, and he could also execute them very accurately. The face hidden under the cloak was directly in front of the fire.
It cannot see the flame.
But apparently it can sense the temperature.
"Work hard, and next year I will catch Ron's Scabbers for you." Ian didn't mean to make a big deal, mainly because he really didn't see the little boy in the Gryffindor dormitory. Figure of Peter Dwarf. Although it is said that this Animagus will be presented to Ron next year, it is obvious that Ron's brother has already disliked his old mouse this year.
I don’t know if it’s hard to say it in front of the girl I like - after all, it’s normal to take a girl to watch a cat do somersaults, but who has ever heard of taking a girl to watch a mouse do somersaults?
"Hey, if I had known I could harvest a Pokémon, I wouldn't have taken Voldemort on a voyage to Twilight Zone..." Ian first went to the elves' kitchen.
Immediately he took stock of the materials he still lacked. He used the Marauder's Map to bypass the area where the professors were active. After leaving the castle, he ran towards the Forbidden Forest.
Tell the truth.
Ian really wants to learn Snape's flying monkey-like magic. He may not be as handsome as the magic cloak, but he definitely has unique advantages in rushing and running.
All the way across the grassland.
He soon arrived at the cabin at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
The cabin looks quite old, with wood that varies in depth and depth, and is covered with grass. It even coexists harmoniously with the surrounding lush forests. The roof is covered with thick moss and a few clusters of stubbornly growing wild flowers.
In addition to some common farm tools, there were several cold weapon long crossbows at the door, and the oversized rubber galoshes made Ian feel like he could even stick his head in to explore.
“Perhaps it can also be seen as committing suicide.”
Ian first deliberately opened half of the schoolbag behind him to reveal the fresh meat inside, and then put the prepared large array Tomoe and some cookies were hugged to her chest.
Be prepared.
He knocked on the door of the cabin.
"Who would look for me at this time? Yaya, stop barking, this is not a forbidden forest." Amidst a burst of ferocious barking, the rough voice got closer and closer to the door.
As the door opens.
Hagrid, whose face was covered with beard, caught Ian’s eyes. He is Hogwarts' keykeeper, gamekeeper, and Dumbledore's most loyal assistant and friend.
Although Hagrid lost his qualifications and student status as a wizard due to Voldemort's frame-up and persecution in his youth, this also made him one of the richest people in Hogwarts.
Looking at the entire wizarding world, this is probably the case - a unicorn tail hair can be sold for 10 gold galleons on the black market, but what does Hagrid usually use it for?
He would use it as a bandage. It can be said that Hagrid's cabin is just a wooden house, but many of the things accumulated in the wooden house are all kinds of valuable materials.
"Professor Hagrid! I am Ian Prince, do you still remember me? When I was enrolled next to the Black Lake this year, you even praised me as your favorite little one."
Ian held up the biscuits and the giant ribs in his hands. The mixed-race giant in front of him was more than three meters tall. He was really like a chicken in front of Hagrid.
"Oh, yes, of course I remember you, hahaha, you are the only little guy who calls me professor." Hagrid accepted Ian's gift with a happy expression on his face.
"You actually brought me a gift! This is so touching!" Hagrid put his big hand on Ian's head again, and the possible crisis of Tianling Gai was once again so intense.
He may be really moved, but Ian is a little afraid to move.
“I also brought some snacks for your dog. It is still growing and needs to eat a lot of meat.” Ian felt that after being rubbed by the hybrid giant, his hair could directly become a In the chicken coop where the old hens were kept, he quickly took the satchel full of meat from his back and handed it over while Hagrid was wiping his nose.
"You actually even considered Tooth! Oh my god! Dumbledore often told me that you are a good boy, and I think Dumbledore was really right!"
Hagrid burst into tears.
Ian obviously gained his full favor.
"It's just that I don't have anything to give you in return. Maybe you would like to eat rock biscuits?" Hagrid wanted to go back to the house to get something, but he hesitated and didn't want to give way, but he stopped him with his body. gate.
Probably because he was worried that the little wizard in front of him would think he was impolite, he used the "vicious" vicious dog that had hidden under the bed to explain his behavior with a guilty expression.
“Ya Ya is a Neapolitan Mastiff, very ferocious, yes, very ferocious, and it also hates strangers, yes, yes, that’s it...so I’m worried that it may hurt you. "Hagrid is obviously not a very good liar. When he spoke, he simply violated all taboos on lying.
His eyes were wandering, his words were repetitive, his movements were unnatural, and the most important thing was that he actually arched his nose. Even if Ian didn't have the extraordinary characteristic of [Thinking Perception], he could still tell that he was lying.
"It's okay, I won't go in, and I'm not hungry now." Ian didn't want to embarrass his teeth, and he didn't want to embarrass Hagrid either. "I just want to ask you to help me." Busy, I hope you can take me to the Forbidden Forest to find some materials. I need some hypericum and belladonna essence, as well as unicorn saliva.”
As we all know, the Forbidden Forest is the back garden of the Big Four. , it has everything in it. Of course Ian can go in and search for it by himself, but he is obviously not as familiar with the various distributions in the Forbidden Forest as the locals are. If Hagrid can be used as a guide, perhaps a lot of time can be saved by finding the required materials.
"Child, first-year students are not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest. It is very dangerous there. Even for adult wizards, there are many creatures in the Forbidden Forest that can kill them." After hearing the two words from the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's expression suddenly turned serious. What he needed to guard against most was the little wizard who was curious about the Forbidden Forest.
As he spoke, Hagrid placed Ian's gift on the shelf at the door of the cabin, and then returned the schoolbag to Ian. During this process, I have been blocking the door with my body.
"I just need some materials to refine the potion." Ian quickly made a pitiful look, "I have some special potion homework that needs to be completed. If I can't complete it, I may be finished. You also know , some potions teachers really don’t make sense at all.”
Ian didn’t lie.
The art of language lies in the paradoxical truth.
"It is indeed Snape! He will definitely put you in solitary confinement! Dumbledore said he is your uncle, but I bet that the last thing this guy cares about is his family!" Hagrid said with a look on his face He was dissatisfied, and he had no good impressions of Snape at all, and the fact that Ian was "making things difficult" immediately made him sympathize.
“I still can’t take you to the Forbidden Forest. This is the rule of Hogwarts, but I can help you collect in the Forbidden Forest, provided that you stay obediently in the pumpkin patch over there. "Hagrid stepped out of the door of the wooden house. Before Ian could see clearly inside, he quickly turned around and closed the door.
"Okay, no problem."
Ian thought thoughtfully.
I followed Hagrid very obediently to the pumpkin patch outside the cabin. Since Halloween was approaching, the place was already covered with patches of pumpkins that looked like they had been enlarged.
"Really, my dog is very vicious. Don't try to sneak in, it will definitely bite you." Hagrid was still a little worried when he carried several large barrels to the Forbidden Forest. reminded Ian.
“I am most afraid of dogs.”
Ian gave Hagrid a reassurance. Seeing Hagrid's huge body getting farther and farther away and disappearing at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, he immediately squatted in the pumpkin patch and caught the caterpillar.
This is actually a magic potion material. With the thought that everything has come, Ian used the schoolbag that Hagrid returned and began to search for fresh caterpillars in the pumpkin patch.
Time passes quickly.
Just when Ian felt like he was about to become a caterpillar hunter, Hagrid came back carrying several large buckets. This hybrid giant was the real frog killer.
When he saw a large bucket of frog brains, Ian was completely confused. He was a little worried that Hagrid had killed all the frogs in the entire Forbidden Forest, right?
"Actually, it's not that much."
Ian was a little stunned.
"It's easy. Little wizards usually fail many times when making potions. Anyway, I basically never succeeded when I was in school. The potions that Snape uses to make things difficult for you will definitely be difficult to succeed." said Then, Hagrid handed several large barrels to Ian. In addition to a barrel of brains, there were also half a barrel of hypericum and belladonna essence each.
"Unicorns are very difficult creatures to encounter. Today I only encountered two familiar ones." Hagrid took out another bottle as big as a water glass from his arms. With a bottle full of unicorn saliva, it's really hard not to wonder if Hagrid has any special way to make unicorns spit at him.
"Thank you! Professor Hagrid!"
Ian carefully placed the bottle into his robe.
Hagrid scratched his head, "Although I really like what you call me, I'm really not a professor. In fact, I was expelled from Hogwarts many years ago."
His voice was a little sad.
“You don’t have to have a diploma to be a professor. I believe that in the field of magical animals, the knowledge you have is enough to be qualified to serve in any magic school.”
"You are also willing to help little wizards who ask for help. How can you say that this is not something that a professor would do? Any school would feel honored to hire a professor as knowledgeable and kind as you."
This is the truth from Ian's heart.
If Hagrid's character could be a little less careless and careless, he would definitely be considered one of the most outstanding among the Care of Magical Creatures professors.
"You are almost convinced that I am awesome when I tell you! Hahahaha! I always thought I only liked Gryffindor, but now it seems that Ravenclaw is also a good house!" Hagrid couldn't help but touch Ian's head with his big hands, messing up Ian's hair style again.
"It's all true! I think you will definitely become our professor, it's just a matter of time." Ian decisively escaped from Hagrid's clutches by squatting down.
His words made Hagrid's face full of yearning and happiness, "If I can really become a professor at Hogwarts, I will definitely give you a dragon egg! Yes! Dragon egg!"
He obviously didn't believe in his heart that such a possibility was possible, otherwise he would certainly not have made such a promise. The tall mixed-race giant actually has an inferiority complex that many people don't realize.
"Okay! Okay! This is what you said!" Ian's eyes lit up. If Dumbledore hadn't been found on the Marauder's Map, he would have gone back and given it to Dumbledore. Submit a letter of recommendation.
The wizarding world is also a society of connections.
Dumbledore personally promised that the Dumbledore family would be his connection to Ian.
“Of course!” Hagrid’s beard was shaking with laughter. He looked at the sun that was beginning to sink in the sky. “If you are free during the day, you can come over and play with me. Let’s We will definitely become friends, but you should return to the castle now, otherwise the real professors in the castle will punish you.”
A very kind reminder.
Ian lifted large buckets and small buckets of materials.
"Professor Hagrid."
Before leaving, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the door, as if he wanted to wait for him to leave completely before he dared to open his door. Hagrid at the cabin door.
"I think I will definitely be able to get your dragon egg, but you must be alive before that." Ian's words made Hagrid suddenly feel confused.
"Ah? What's wrong with me?"
He even touched his whole body to confirm that he had no wounds. Ian blinked and reminded him as quietly as possible.
"Poison horned beasts cannot be kept in the house... people will die really quickly." He did not sneak into the house, but he actually caught a glimpse of Hagrid when he opened the door.
"Ya Ya keeps barking, but he's not afraid of me."
Finished. Ian turned around and ran towards the castle.
Hagrid was left alone with his face flushed and a little flustered.
……
The Room of Requirement.
In the special potion classroom, Ian, who rushed back, watched the changes in the crucible closely, adjusting the heat from time to time to ensure that the potion could react as expected.
"Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~"
The crucible is bubbling.
Ian stood in front of the crucible where the potion was being brewed, carefully mixing the potion ingredients in his hands. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the dementor next to him automatically handed them to him in the order he had arranged. Potion - This is a scene that would definitely make other wizards' jaws drop, but there is no one else in the Room of Requirement.
"I need the spoon over there, not the knife, idiot! Can't you remember their shapes?" Ian felt what Snape felt when he was in class, but he felt that sooner or later he would be able to develop A dementor that can brew potions on its own, the kind that silly Barnabas outside would envy to death.
“……”
The dementors were extremely wronged.
However, I still followed the instructions and found a spoon - one that was bigger than Ian's head. This is always an improvement. Ian can only use this spoon to load the ingredients, put the ingredients into the crucible and stir vigorously - this is already the sixth pot, and Ian is constantly trying to add or subtract the formula to find what he needs. That's possible.
The more you study.
The more Ian realizes that what Teacher Morgan really wants to teach is hidden in the formula of this love potion, which is also very reasonable. After all, if it is just a prank, Teacher Morgan does not need to tear off her own dress.
“Fairy grass is the plant that breeds flower-picking fairies. Currently, there are only a very small number of fairy grass in East Asia. Teacher Mara obviously did not see this in the textbook I gave.”
Ian encountered a problem with his sixth pot of potion. He had used up all of Snape's fairy grass. If he wanted to continue researching this potion, he would need to find a substitute just like Mr. Morgan improved the formula. His potion science level is not high yet, so it is obviously not easy to find a substitute on his own.
"Perhaps the book "Modern Applications of Ancient Potions" can contain answers that have already been explored." When Ian was a little troubled, he also thought of the library of Hogwarts.
He quickly rushed out of the Room of Requirement. Looking at the closing time, he quickly ran to the library - if that didn't work, he might have to ask the Half-Blood Prince for help. After spying on some strange things in the formula, Ian couldn't wait to go to Diagon Alley to buy ingredients during the holidays.
"Fortunately it's not closed!" After Ian entered the library, he went straight to the potion area, but he found that a book he had seen before was no longer on the bookshelf where it was originally placed.
Has it been adjusted?
Or was it borrowed?
"Ms. Pince, can you help me see if the book "Modern Applications of Ancient Potions" is still in the library?" Ian chose to seek help from library management after searching to no avail. member.
However.
Before Mrs. Pince, who was reading Lockhart's masterpiece, raised her head to answer.
“Is this the book you are looking for?”
A young wizard sitting in front of the reading desk suddenly spoke. Ian turned his head and looked over, only to find that "Modern Applications of Ancient Magic Potions" was in the hands of this young wizard.
He was obviously reading.
"Yes...it seems that you have already borrowed it before me." Ian thought to himself that he was a little slow. Before he could ask, the young wizard stood up, closed the book and walked over. It was handed to him.
"I'm just passing the time. You seem to be in urgent need. As a professor at Hogwarts, I obviously can't compete with the little wizard for the right to use the books here."
The young wizard had a gentle smile on his face. He had brown hair, which was long and fluffy. It was braided into simple braids that naturally hung on both sides of his shoulders.
"Are you a professor?"
Ian immediately changed his title. He was a little unbelievable. The young wizard in front of him, who looked to be in his twenties, could actually hold the position of professor in Hogwarts. .
I don’t know which subject he teaches, but it’s definitely not the main subject.
“If you can get excellent scores in the three courses of Charms, Ancient Runes, and Transfiguration in the fifth grade O.W.L.s exam, you can participate in my teaching in the sixth grade. An elective course for work." The young wizard smiled slightly, and the mustache under his nose stretched.
He looks like a quiet scholar, but he also has a very calm temperament. His chrome green eyes are very similar to Ian's, but his eyes are much deeper than Ian's.
"You are Professor Arthur King!" Ian was a little surprised. He always thought that the alchemy professor he admired should be a wizard not much younger than Dumbledore.
After all, this is a subject that requires time and experience to accumulate.
"It seems that you are indeed very interested in alchemy. Ordinary young wizards do not pay attention to senior elective courses. They are more concerned about whether they will fail to repeat the grade at the end of the semester." Arthur Jin smiled softly, his tone was extremely humorous, and he seemed to have an aura of peace far beyond what he should have at this age.
"I have been studying alchemy, professor. I think this course is unreasonable as an elective course. If the young wizards cannot get good interest induction, how can they carry forward alchemy?" Ian actually said He was feeling unfair to himself. What he urgently needed now was a teacher who could guide him in alchemy at any time.
Dumbledore may be a suitable candidate, but he has not seen Dumbledore on the Marauder's Map for two days. This old man is really not afraid of Voldemort taking advantage of it - uh , Dumbledore does not seem to need to worry, after all, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in the school is really ruthless now.
"Little wizard, alchemy has a certain threshold. If a wizard does not have enough experience, he will only get a worse experience in this class than studying the history of magic." Professor Arthur King said with a teasing voice. What arrogance, as if explaining a very simple trivial matter.
"I think my accumulation is pretty good. I can even show you the housewife happiness box I invented. Can I find a chance to audit your class?"
yi En spoke expectantly and gave his only work a warmer name. He didn't want the teachers at Hogwarts to treat him like a second Tom.
This school is PTSD.
“Want to learn alchemy from me?”
Arthur King looked at him and responded in a slightly thoughtful tone, "Under normal circumstances, I would definitely not want to accept students of your age, but your map is quite good, which makes me happy. I have developed some interest in you, maybe you can become a little wizard who will make me make an exception."
Ian was slightly taken aback by his words.
"What map..."
Ian smiled guiltily.
He didn’t expect that Arthur Jin actually knew about the things he sold. There must be a mole among Qiu Zhang’s friends. He had obviously called Qiu Zhang to publicize that the contraband items came from James. Potter.
The young professor seemed to see the doubts in Ian's heart.
"Alchemical creations will always retain traces of the creator. It is not difficult to trace the creator. Even Master Nicol Flamel cannot erase this trace." Arthur. Kim put a hand on Ian's shoulder, and Ian noticed a bronze ring on the professor's finger.
Before Ian could carefully discern the inscription on the ring, Arthur King withdrew his hand, "If possible, I would like to ask about your progress in alchemy."
< br>Hearing such a question, Ian immediately cheered up, "Nico... I have already finished studying Master Flamel's "Details of Alchemy" and "The Magical Alchemy""
"In fact, I have now begun to study the application of transfiguration in alchemy." In terms of learning progress, Ian never hides or pretends to be a weakling.
"Huh?"
Arthur King was obviously stunned for a moment.
"It's only a little slower than I was back then... It's really evil." Arthur King muttered inexplicably, and then he immediately raised his head and said to Ian, "But genius only enters alchemy. The threshold of the field. If you want to gain my recognition, you should It requires more than a genius."
Arthur King said with a smile, "If you can understand the Room of Requirement next year, my office door will be open for you next semester."
Another sentence that Ian didn't expect.
The Room of Requirement is not a secret known to everyone at Hogwarts.
And...let a first-year wizard study and understand the principles of the Room of Requirement? What is the difference between this and asking a primary school student to study string theory after he has learned 1+1!
"I think you want to deliberately embarrass me..." Ian felt that this young and outrageous alchemy professor was not at all as talkative as he seemed.
It may be difficult to deal with other professors.
"Come on, kid. If you can't reach a level that is beyond the reach of others, why do you take up my time? My duty is only to teach those students of the specified age at Hogwarts, That’s all you get.” Arthur Jin chuckled and walked towards the library door.
"If you want me to make an exception for you, you have to become not just my student, but my apprentice... This is not against you, but I have always been very demanding on this point."
"This has been the case for many years - if you can prove that you are qualified to walk among the stars, believe me, I can teach you more than just alchemy."
The dark green robe is very elegant, the alchemy professor The figure disappeared around the corner of the door.
......
Ian was very depressed when he met a young professor who was more pretentious than Grindelwald, but fortunately, in the book "Modern Applications of Ancient Potions" It did lead him to find a substitute for fairy grass.
Facts have proved that there are many talented wizards in modern times. The ability to mix two common medicinal materials to replace the role of fairy grass is indeed a stunning innovation in Ian's opinion.
"I would like to make this potion master the king of love potions!" Ian looked at the map, confirmed that Snape was in the auditorium, and immediately slipped into Snape's office with familiarity.
This is the fourth-dimensional real pocket of the potion version of Doraemon. As long as it is not an extinct or rare material, you can always find the corresponding collection in Snape's office.
"This, this, and that...this probably won't be enough." In order to avoid going back and forth repeatedly, Ian replenished a lot of materials that he had already consumed.
A big pocket.
It's full of potion ingredients.
Just as Ian was about to take these potion ingredients and return to the Room of Requirement to study Teacher Morgan's formula all night, he had just turned the door handle when he felt another force outside turning the handle.
“Hiss!”
Ian had no time to hide. The door was opened by someone outside. He looked up and saw Snape’s face. He obviously had a crush on Ian. No surprise in my own office.
"Why did you come back so fast!" Ian wanted to hide the big bag behind his back, but Snape grabbed it with quick eyes and hands.
The Potions Master had a very ugly expression on his face.
“Of course it’s to catch you!”
Obviously.
Ian fell into Snape's trap of deliberately letting him relax his vigilance.
"I found someone stealing my things this afternoon! Sure enough! I caught him!" Snape's expression was very distorted, and his angry look was very scary.
"Uncle, I obviously... paid for it."
Ian quickly turned around and pointed at Snape's materials cabinet, and saw that in the cabinets where he had taken the medicinal materials, there were more Or at least some gold galleons are placed there.
Market price.
Children are innocent.
But Snape's face became even more ugly because of this.
"Why do you think I knew it was you?!" Snape was roaring, his whole body shaking with anger, and he took out the gold Galleons that Ian had left in the afternoon from his robes, "Other bastards You won’t leave these damn things behind if you steal my things! Prince! Do I have to praise you for being a good person?”
Good guy.
Ian had no idea how to refute.
"That's gold galleons, not ghosts..."
He could only correct Snape's blasphemy about money.
"I didn't want to pay attention to your naughty behavior!" Snape gritted his teeth and stared at Ian, his eyes seemed to eat Ian alive.
"But why did you let me smell the smell of brewing love potion in the corridor!" He opened Ian's bag and checked the amount of materials in Ian's pocket.
You don’t know until you see it.
Take a look.
Snape almost failed to hold Ian's pocket firmly.
"Damn! How many pots have you cooked!?"
His horrified voice filled the entire basement.
(End of this chapter)