Chapter 38

The Hogwarts library has always recruited the most disciplined and talented wizard to be its administrator.

Lemley weinington is such a man, an old man who has been doing his duty for more than 40 years.

He is over 60 years old this year, and has an old problem, that is, when his legs arrive in winter, his joints will not work well, and he always limps when he walks.

One November morning, he was dusting the books in the forbidden area of the library.

All of a sudden, he heard a slight page turning sound behind him.

"Well Who is it? "

Lemley immediately covered his legs and turned to the corner, but it was empty and nobody was found.

After frowning and thinking for a while, Lemley scolded suddenly.

"Hell... These damned magic books."

The pain in his leg made him feel bad. He scolded and dusted the bookshelves with a feather duster. It seemed that he had a deep hatred for these books.

"Clean 50000 books a day, 10 kingalons a month, damned dipert..."

he muttered about his work. Did not pay attention to his feather duster was thrown out of a feather suddenly hovered in the corner of the mid air, motionless.

With complaints, the leader's voice disappeared around the corner.

The feather landed slowly.

Hoffa released his stealth, plucked the feather from his head and sighed.

When the administrator's voice could no longer be heard, he continued to draw out a magic medicine book and read it word by word.

……

After entering November, the air in the castle is colder day by day. And Hoffa began to learn all kinds of "extra-curricular" knowledge in school.

Hoffa didn't want to take such a risk, but he began to violate the school rules so soon. After all, he managed to keep a low profile and became an unattractive student.

But now it's up to him.

On the back of the hand, the pale gold tattoo absorbs most of his magic every day, every day... And there is no time rule at all.

Sometimes during the day, sometimes in the middle of the night. Anyway, I'll come every few hours.

Although later, the efficiency of absorbing magic was not as exaggerated as it was at the beginning, and it was sucked dry again and again.

But Hoffa can't afford the speed of this magic consumption.

Originally, although he had little magic power, he was hard pressed to fight, but his daily life and study were enough.

But now he is often in the middle of class, the magic suddenly disappeared.

The most embarrassing one was deformation class. Dumbledore asked Hoffa to demonstrate the snake and rope conversion.

It wasn't difficult at all.

But when Hoffa came to power, just half changed, the magic was suddenly drained by tattoos.

Dumbledore was still eager to see Hoffa's metamorphosis, but the rope bit his hand and made his fingers swell into turnips.

The whole class laughed and Hoffa made a fool of himself.

He went to look up the information, frantically looked up all the information, trying to find out what the tattoo on his hand was.

But after searching for half a month, he got nothing. Not to mention the lines, he didn't even find records of herheim and Thunderbird.

Of course, at such a high price, Hoffa also fancied whether he had got any treasure.

For example, this tattoo can swallow its own magic, but eliminate impurities, spit out more pure magic.

For example, this tattoo can store magic and release it when fighting.

For example, this tattoo can bring lightning attribute to your magic, making your magic more powerful.

For example, there may be an old man living in the tattoo. After absorbing his magic, he will wake up and lead himself to the peak of his life.

But...

nothing.

Nothing!

It's just swallowing magic.

No feedback, no reason, no reason.

Regardless of time, place or occasion.

That's all...

it's just like a poor man who is busy making a living. Suddenly, he has another crying child, and the embarrassment of life makes him have to find a way out. Since he can't stop tattoos from absorbing magic, he has to focus on improving his own magic.

Now, he has to find a way to improve his magic, otherwise it will go on like this, let alone fight.

There is no magic, can't finish their studies, whether they can graduate from the first grade is a problem.

However, Hoffa had no choice but to take another risk.

The good news is that after a long and tedious search, Hoffa has found three possible ways to improve his magic.

One is the most common and safest way to improve. That is the natural ascension, the wizard's magic level will gradually increase with the passage of time. This is the law of nature. Between the ages of 14 and 17, the magic of a wizard will have a leap, and reach a peak at the age of 30.But this method can't wait.

The second method involves the transformation of soul in the dark magic, which is very dark and recorded very little.

Hoffa thinks that if he studies this subject, he will probably spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. Hoffa is not a black wizard, and he never thinks the black wizard is cool, so he gave up this method after a little understanding.

The last one is very common and very common. It is to take some magic potions to quickly restore magic. This potion has a long history and is relatively safe.

That's why Hoffa has been in the potion zone these days looking for recipes.

Hoffa found a lot of recipes, and more than one. He doesn't even use it in the forbidden area. It's recorded in ordinary areas. This is not the forbidden drug of compound decoction. Many witches have studied it. And the ingredients on the formula are also quite common, which can be found in the magic medicine class.

The only problem is that these recipes are very old, not only old, but also incomplete. Most books are vague or general.

As for the reason, Hoffa found it in a book called modern application of ancient potions.

(secondary magic recovery potion. This potion is patented by the European wizarding Association. It is a grade 2x exciting drug marked by the Ministry of magic. Its use must be registered in San Mungo and will not be recorded.)

Patent, excitement, regulation...

Hoffa in the library kneaded his chin. He didn't expect such a problem, but it's normal.

There must be more than one sorcerer with low magic power, and only a few are excellent sorcerers.

There must be a great demand for this kind of magic medicine in the market. When the market demand is big, monopolists will come.

It's obvious that some people have kept this potion formula as a trade secret. It's really flexible.

This is the same as looking up coke on the Internet in previous lives. You can find all the knowledge about coke, but it's hard to find the real formula of coke. Even if you do, it's hard to make Coca Cola.

There are many similar products in the wizarding world, such as flypowder. Its formula is very simple, but since it came out in the 13th century, no one has been able to copy its formula for more than 600 years.

Magic medicine is a precise science, which is far from accurate.

It wasn't in the library, and Hoffa didn't give up. He wrote down the defective old prescriptions on parchment, wondering if he should spend more time on the study of magic medicine.

Although his potion talent is not good, it is better to do everything than not.

After going out of the forbidden area, Hoffa is still thinking about breaking his own potion short board. He looks down at the parchment recording the incomplete potion formula.

Suddenly, the library door.

Hoffa caught a glimpse of a silver light turning out from the side. She lowered her head and walked in a hurry.

It's agraia.

She didn't play Quidditch today. She was in the library too. She didn't know what she was looking for. There was a thick roll of parchment on his hand.

When they saw each other, they took a step to the side at the same time, just like two overtaking drivers meeting each other. The smooth air suddenly became tense.

After a few seconds...

"what are you looking at?"

Agraia glared at him fiercely and put his roll of parchment in his pocket without leaving a trace.

Hoffa shrugged and changed direction.

Hum!

Agraia raised his head and changed direction.

Bad luck, Hoffa thought.

But just after two steps, Hoffa suddenly stood still and turned to look at aglia's slender figure. A plan suddenly and unconsciously came into Hoffa's mind.

Wait, this guy...

seems to have some attainments in potion.

……

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Friday, slaghorn's Potion class.

After completing the daily required potion course, Slughorn gave the students a little time to study by themselves.

Self study, in fact, is to let students independently refine a pair of medicine, as a daily improvement course.

This link was not available in Snape's time, nor in Slughorn's previous classes.

But since Slughorn had the student, agraia, he had somehow come up with this link. It is said that it is to give each student a stage to show himself, but the original intention is to give aglia a chance to pretend.

In order to have a good relationship with this potion genius, this old guy has to do everything.

Agraia didn't disappoint him. In every potion class, she was able to create something new, make Slughorn praise and boast, and give Ravenclaw extra points.

Of course, when it comes to this kind of link, other students can only watch it. Anyway, whatever they refine, Slughorn won't care. Just call 666 at the end of the course.Although the potion teacher doesn't care, others still have to refine it.

As a good supporting role, they work in pairs.

The protagonists are agnolia and Tom Riddell.

And Hoffman and Miranda are on the same console.

Hoffa is responsible for cutting, and Miranda is responsible for casting potions.

Miranda's grades are not very good, only mediocre. Magic potion and metamorphosis are common. Astronomy and divination are also common. Herbs and defense against the dark arts are also common.

After working with her, Hoffa's Potion class results no longer attracted agraia's attention.

In class.

While cutting morat's tentacles, Hoffa thought about the formula of the magic potion.

There is no doubt that Slughorn, who has a huge network of connections, must know the magic potion formula.

Hoffa raised his eyes and glanced at Slughorn.

See Slughorn's fat body has been standing beside aglia, from time to time issued tut tut praise, eyes are full of appreciation and doting color, as if her fart is fragrant.

Riedel, who gave her a hand, was also attentive. I don't know if he pretended.

Hoffa bowed his head again. Slughorn's road must be impassable. Since the last potion class, the old guy doesn't even remember his name.

Moreover, potion class is one of the main venues of aglia.

Although she is now very low-key, she does not ridicule herself for the time being, but that does not mean that she does not pay attention to herself.

If he dares to curry favor with Slughorn, or show his ulterior motives, he will rebound with agraia's character and suppress himself again.

She is like the first wolf in a group of wolves. She will ruthlessly suppress any creature who dares to challenge her leadership in the territory until the other party is soft.

But now... It's not the time to keep a low profile. For his own magic power and to graduate safely this semester, Hoffa has to do something a little bit.