Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 22 Compound Decoction

Hermione was more concerned about the Gryffindor trials than Harry.

Early the next morning.

Ron was gnawing on a table full of chicken legs in his dream, and suddenly the world was turned upside down, making him wake up in a daze: What's wrong?

Half-opening his eyes, he saw a bandaged chicken leg, startled him, flinched back, slammed into the wall, came to his senses, raised his head again, and saw the true nature of the drumstick. Appearance - Hermione's injured hand, and her serious face: Oh, Hermione, why are you here?

Get up, it's time to go to the library, Hermione replied. Where's Harry? I don't see anyone in his bed.

Going to exercise. Ron yawned and picked up the bedside alarm clock. It's only half past six, Hermione! I never got up so early in class!

Hermione reprimanded: Look at Harry, he went to exercise, but you only know how to sleep.

A few howls of pain.

Ron, you're so noisy. Seamus thumped the bed, Be quiet and let me sleep.

Neville muttered: I must be having a nightmare, why can I still hear Granger's voice, God, please forgive me.

He was the worst reprimanded by Hermione yesterday.

Except for the herbal medicine class, he did very well, and the other classes... were a bit bad.

It's not like he doesn't know a lot of magic. The theory is sound, and he can even be said to be the best one besides Hermione and Harry, but he just can't perform it.

He was dragged by Hermione and talked for more than an hour.

After returning to the dormitory, his mind was still filled with Hermione's magic voice.

Hermione looked up and couldn't see Neville, so she gave Ron a vicious look: I'll wait for you outside, hurry up, Harry should be back later.

Ron tugged at the comforter in pain.

No…

If he doesn't want to get up, let himself live with this bed for the rest of his life.

When Harry came back, he was taken aback when he saw Hermione sitting in the living room looking radiant and Ron listless—it was the weekend.

Up so early? Harry asked.

Hermione got up and pinched her waist with one hand: We can go to the library now.

Have breakfast first? Harry asked tentatively.

Ron stood up abruptly: Eat, eat!

Hermione, you don't have the energy to turn a book without eating.

Hermione hesitated and agreed.

They went from the eighth floor to the hall, and from the hall to the fifth floor.

Mrs. Pince yawned, and looked at Harry and the three of them in surprise, oh...except for the fifth and seventh years, there would be little wizards who would take the initiative to come to the library at such an early time on weekends?

Hermione only has one hand, but her movements are very sensitive when facing the books.

Ron also got busy. He planned to start reading through books on alchemy, while looking for any disguise items, and then looking for news about the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry was more casual.

He planned to look for Dumbledore's information first - he still owed himself a reward.

The greatest white wizard of this century, his resume is almost completely public.

Defense Against the Dark Arts Master, Transfiguration Master, Alchemy Master...

The title on his head shines brightly.

Obtaining knowledge from him is obviously the best choice.

Gradually looking down, Harry's eyes suddenly became sharp.

A line of text - Dumbledore has the only patron saint in the form of a magical creature known to the wizarding world. No one knows how he mastered this magic.

The Patronus Charm, Harry knew it well, he had read descriptions of this spell, and it was hailed as a powerful spell that best represented white magic.

But the patron saints of ordinary people are just ordinary animals—it is said that for wizards who have the form of Animagus, the patron saints will be the same as Animagus.

If Dumbledore knows Animagus, then his Animagus is Phoenix?

Close the book.

Harry made up his mind that he was going to learn this.

Until the evening, Ron exclaimed: I found it!

Mrs. Pince stared over.

Both Hermione and Harry poked their heads toward it.

Ron raised his hand subconsciously, covering the book in front of him.

Hermione was a little impatient: Take your hand away and let me see what you found.

Ron faltered and struggled a bit, but Hermione pulled the book away.

The first line of text that caught their eyes: Ancient alchemy involves the refining of the Philosopher's Stone, a magical substance with amazing properties. The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold and create immortality. medicine so that those who drink it will never die.

Hermione was taken aback, a burst of anger welled up in her heart, crumpled the parchment beside her hand, smashed it hard on Ron's head, and said through gritted teeth, We're looking for disguise magic, but you're still thinking about the Sorcerer's Stone?

Ron was very guilty: I was looking for disguise magic, but I found it first, that's all.

There was a snap.

Hermione closed the book and handed it to Harry: Hurry up and continue, or you won't be able to copy my homework.

Ron didn't care, since Hermione wasn't the main source of his homework.

Harry followed suit: Me too.

Ron's face changed drastically, and he took a deep breath: Oh, no! Don't do this, I will look for it with my heart.

Compared with Dumbledore's information, the information on disguise magic is more difficult to find, and they found nothing today.

In fact, for a long time to come, there was nothing to gain.

They repeat their day-to-day life.

Go to class, eat, go to the library.

Ravenclaw's little wizards are hard to compare with them.

Ron was already somewhat allergic to libraries, and now hearing the word library, he felt a dull pain in his abdomen and felt a little nauseous.

In the spell class, they also began to come into contact with the first offensive spell.

Firework Curse.

Waving the wand, they summoned a blue flame with low temperature. Professor Flitwick said that this is the pre-skill of the spell Blazing Flame that they will learn in their senior year.

The spell was not difficult for Harry.

But this spell was very important to him—he discovered the biggest difference in the nature of magic in the two worlds.

The magic power in the world of the demon hunter is like an introduction, the magic power guides the elements and releases the spell, just like the Igni seal he mastered, it is the magic power that attracts the fire element and exerts its effect.

And the magic of this world is the essence.

This light blue flame, from the time it is summoned until it dissipates, is always a mass of magic power—unless it is attached to a combustible object, the flame left on the combustible object will become a real flame when the magic power dissipates.

So that night...

Is it because of this reason that other seals are ineffective against trolls, but only Igni works?

Suddenly, Harry felt that he had grasped something, but his current understanding of magic did not constitute a complete system, making it difficult for him to truly discover his own idea.

For other young wizards, this spell seemed a bit difficult.

Hermione was stumbling.

It took Harry a long time to go back and practice before he was able to successfully cast the spell.

Other young wizards lined up, waiting for Hermione to tutor, which delayed the search for disguise magic again, and it was a blessing for Ron to have a moment of respite and not have to go to the library every day.

Every day something new comes up that delays their plans.

Until two days before Christmas.

Hermione finally found it. She excitedly spread out a book and placed it in front of Harry: Harry, look at this, it's definitely what we want.

Compound Potion.

Add something from the person you want to become, such as hair or nails, and drink it, and within an hour, you can become that person.

Harry frowned: I didn't find this in the potions book.

Hermione shook her head: This is what you will encounter in the O.W.L.s exam. I only found out when I was looking through the exam materials. I'm afraid we have to go to the restricted area to find its formula.

As she spoke, she poked her head out and glanced at the restricted area that was only slightly separated by a rope.

That requires the professor's permission. Ron sighed, And we don't know what this... what potion is in it, and which book it's in.

Strong Potion Hermione replied.

Ron said, What?

Hermione waved her hand: In the book Power Potion, it's written here, didn't you see it?

Professor McGonagall likes you very much, let's try with her? Ron immediately turned his head and looked at Harry.

Harry shook his head and said decisively: Professor McGonagall is absolutely impossible. During this period of confinement, she taught me the content of the second grade very carefully.

I would rather believe that it would be easier for Professor Snape to approve a note for me.

Second grade content! Hermione exclaimed, Professor McGonagall put you in confinement to teach you second grade content?

Harry nodded, Yes.

Hermione bit her lips, eyes full of envy: Professor McGonagall is too partial, oh no, I mean, I want to be the same.

Maybe you can go and talk to Professor McGonagall. Harry suggested sincerely.

Hermione hesitated for a moment: Forget it, my Transfiguration is not as good as yours.

Let's talk about how to get the powerful potion.

Harry rubbed it for a while, he looked at the rope, felt it with his heart, and didn't feel the magical breath on it: I actually have a good idea.

Hermione probed: Huh?

There seems to be no magical protection in the restricted area. Harry lowered his voice, I have an invisibility cloak, and I can try to copy the formula away at night.

Ron stared round his eyes: Invisibility Cloak, do you still have this thing?

What's that? Hermione asked puzzled.

Ron explained excitedly: That is a very precious and rare treasure, a magic item that can hide the body, Harry, how do you have this thing?

Harry put it succinctly: My father's relic.

The excited expression on Ron's face froze, dissipated little by little, and became at a loss: Oh, I didn't expect this, sorry, Harry.

What's wrong with that?

It is an established fact that his parents passed away, and he has never resisted this.