Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 183

"Spider Silk. Giant Dragon Egg. Dryad Wood Heart"

"Continuous input of magic power to brew."

"Big bones boiled to dryness"

"Quick condensation."

"You're done!"

"Perfect!"

"A success! Well done!"

"." In the small room generated by the Room of Requirement, Connor and the twins are doing some hot things together.

"I said, is this considered a success?"

Connor pointed to the pot. Under the magic power package, there was only a projectile-sized "finished product", with a wrinkled expression centered on his left ear.

"Of course, according to the guide you gave us, this is the finished product. By the way, remind me, it will take a few minutes to fix its shape."

"Yes, this is the mixed effect of the keel, and it will remain in its original shape in the future. Don't you hurry up and change it into the shape you want?"

Connor was taken aback, and quickly lifted the liquid "bullet" out with his magic power, spread it flat on the board, flattened it, and tried to spread the bullet as wide as possible.

A few minutes later, Connor looked at the final product, which was half the size of the monster card, and fell silent.

He looked around for help, and after preparing for so long, he finally got together the materials, and finally refined the ancestral "magic painting paper" that he obtained after some refining.

Although, this drawing paper is only about 3cmx4cm in size.
"Are you kidding me? Such a small drawing paper? I draw a fart, I draw?" Connor pinched the small piece of magic paper in his hand, his expression was wrinkled around his nose, and he was trembling with anger.

"This is something that can't be helped."

"Even if we used all the materials without the previous price mistakes, the paper produced would be about the size of a palm."

"That's right. Your magic paper is too expensive. It's all because of Connor's lack of preparation. It's not our fault."

"That's right, it's definitely not the reason why we wasted a few materials in the end!"

"."

Connor looked at the thin, small, magic paper in his hand, and had nothing to say. Indeed, even if the six materials wasted by the twins were not counted, the refined magic paper would be about the size of a postage stamp to the size of a monster card. , the difference is not significant.

Connor really couldn't imagine that this ancestral secret recipe is so pitiful. A pile of rare and expensive materials are smelted into paper, and the conversion efficiency is so low. No wonder the few ancestors in the family who used this kind of paper as portraits, the photo frame is only the size of A4 paper
It's not that they are poor, they have tried their best
Connor touched the magic paper the size of a postage stamp in his hand, and it felt very skin-like. This kind of paper can survive water and fire for thousands of years, and it really is not easy to make it.

Connor estimated that a paper the size of a postage stamp would cost hundreds of Galleons of material, so if you want a piece of paper the size of a normal oil painting.
Connor trembled violently, and gave up the idea of ​​mass-producing magic paper. He put away the small stamps, sighed and said, "Forget it, you guys did your best. This time it's just practice, it's accumulation. Experience, next time I gather enough materials and let you do it again, next time I want normal drawing paper."

This stamp is probably useless. With such a small piece of paper, two or three strokes are enough. It is impossible to use this to draw. It seems that Connor's "paper man wife production plan" will be postponed again
"No problem, George and I need to supplement our knowledge of alchemy. Your paper making is closer to alchemy than potion refining."

"Well, we need to communicate with Jacob, and we should be able to increase the conversion rate or something."

The three walked out of the room while discussing, just in time to see Jacob playing cards with Cedric, and they went to watch.

"Jacob, when will you teach us alchemy?" Fred called.

"Okay." Jacob replied.

The discussion is over.

"You still want to learn alchemy?" Cedric raised his eyebrows and said.

"What? Do you want to learn too?" George also raised his eyebrows.

"No, I'm not interested in alchemy." Cedric shook his head: "Is potion class not enough for you? You want to learn alchemy."

"That's right, we're Gryffindors who were overrated by Snape."

"The Potions class in the lower grades is too simple. Fred and I are already planning to challenge the refining of Living Hell Potion (a powerful sleeping pill)."

"Hehe, I hope you won't send the refined soup to our Hufflepuff table."

Because the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff will be held in a few days, the twins have been talking to Cedric in a weird way recently. Both teams have lost a game, and now they want to beat each other down.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone was a member of the fraternity, Connor believed that the twins would really do such a thing as giving Cedric a living hell potion before the game.

"By the way, Jacob, I still need a lot of materials, which are the ones I asked you for earlier. You still have them in stock at home, right?"

"Ah, of course, my family is in this business. I just secretly gave you a tree essence wood heart before. Why, it's not enough? How much more do you want?"

"Emmm a lot, the more the better."

"Then you have to discuss it with my old man. This is a big deal, and I can't steal too much."

"Of course, I just ask if there is any stock, money is not a problem."

"." Everyone rolled their eyes at Connor.

"Speaking of which, this year's holiday is really early. Let's have a holiday after the Quidditch match. Be happy~" The three of them sat on the sofa beside them, and Fred stretched his waist and said.

"Indeed, but the earlier you go back to school during the holidays, the difference is not big." Connor knocked on the table, calling for the elf to deliver tea.

George suddenly looked around and made sure that someone was not in the room, so he said furtively, "By the way, Connor, what about Alice on vacation? Isn't she still pregnant?"

"." How did this man talk... Connor rolled his eyes: "You don't need to worry about this, Professor Dumbledore has already made arrangements. In order to ensure that Alice does not leave his sight, Alice will not leave the school during the holidays , and it is estimated that Alice will return to normal when we come back from vacation."

"Hey~ the elf of the monster card, I really want to see what it looks like, won't it be exactly the same as [Alice] in the card?"

"I'm also curious... By the way! Isn't Roger going to stay in school this holiday? Why don't we just let him live broadcast for us!"

"That's right, Roger won't go home during the holidays, haha, it's all right, let's make arrangements for him! Now we can also see the newborn elf for the first time!"

"." Poor Roger, was abandoned by his parents, and now he is still being used as a tool man, what a pity
Connor nodded: "This is a good idea, and I agree."

"Haha, perfect!"
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Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

There are no little wizards seeking psychological counseling in the office today, only Professor Sable stays here alone.

Professor Sable was standing under a cross tied to a naked man with his eyes closed. He held a book in his right hand and pressed it to his chest, as if praying devoutly.

He is talking to himself:

"..."

"Yes, yes, I found no trace."

"But I can feel him, and he's right here, right in front of my eyes."

"He is coming, sooner or later, but within half a month."

"Dumbledore has noticed, and he has taken action"

"No, no, I'll take care of it."

"."

"Yes, I have arranged it."

"."

"Of course, everything will be fine."

"."

"Glory to our Lord, as it was in the beginning, as it is today, and forever."

Professor Sable opened his eyes, and the book in his hand suddenly turned into a spot of light and disappeared, drifting out of the window. Professor Sable followed the spot of light to the window, watching the spot of light slowly drift away and disappear.

He sighed softly:
"Amen."
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Late night, dark forest, centaur tribe.

"This is the first few horses."

"No. 12 horses."

"."

"...it's all worth it."

The two strong centaurs were talking in a low voice, and it was obvious that only two centaurs were moving, but the hooves of three horses sounded.

For behind the centaur was an invisible horse—a Thestral.

The horseman walked to a deep pit and stood still. There was a faint smell of blood surging up from the deep pit. It was pitch black in the deep pit, and there was a strange attraction that made people couldn't help but cast their eyes on it. ...like the mouth of an abyss that invites people to fall.

"."

"."

After a moment of silence, a centaur suddenly pulled out an arrow from his quiver. After taking a deep breath, he clenched the arrow in his hand and stabbed hard behind him!
"Crow—!" Thestral's mournful cry suddenly sounded, and the arrow directly pierced the Thestral's neck!

After a few breaths, the neighing stopped abruptly, because the Thestral had already been pushed into the deep pit by another centaur.

The moment the thestrals fell into the pit, the originally dark pit lit up with a faint blue light, and then the surroundings became dark again. This deep pit seemed to attract all the light into it. The deep pit that was originally invisible In the process, the darkness became deeper and deeper.

"The ceremony is about to be completed"

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity”

"The stars show us the way."

"Everything will be fine."

The centaur drifted away, and this altar-like deep pit fell into silence again. Occasionally, whimpers sounded, like the ravings of the abyss.
(End of this chapter)