Hogwarts genius wizard

At 5:13 in the morning on May 7th, shortly after William returned from Hogsmeade, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny dragged William, who hadn't eaten, to the lawn.

The weather for the 5th day was very mild and the flowers and plants were overgrown. In the early morning, many couples sat by the black lake with food from the auditorium and chatted while eating.

Li Heizi didn't know what he was talking about by the lake, making the black girl laugh out loud.

Fred and George also brought their girlfriends to point out the country, smiling proudly.

Since the end of April, the cave leather armor business of the Snoring Beast has been booming, and the wallets of the three shareholders are rapidly full due to the explosive profits.

The family of pure-blooded wizards held their noses and purchased more than 300 sets, and the urban management brigade of the Sports Department even placed an order for 200 sets without blinking an eye, and the payment was delivered on the spot.

The Law Enforcement Division and the Azkaban Correctional Force also placed orders for 200 sets.

A set of Tier 1 leather armor costs 2 Galleons, and the net profit reaches 1200 Galleons, because eight-eyed spider skin has almost no cost.

By falsifying the purchase cost bills, potion bills, etc., after paying a tax of 40 Galleons to the Department of Trade, the net profit of a single set is 760 Galleons.

Because this big order was not sold on "The Quibbler", but through Bill Weasley's relationship, there was no need to split the money.

Lupine can get 380 Galleons for each set of leather armor, and the total income is as high as 4 Galleons, which is enough for him to buy another small mid-level villa on Happy Street.

Luna, Fred, and George divide up the remaining 4 Galleons, and when the official war starts later, their income will be even higher.

Five people sat by the Black Lake in a deserted area, and William used polymorphing to turn five stones into five single-seater sofas.

"Harry, what's the matter? Your head hurts again?" William sat on the sofa and asked casually.

"William, I had a dream again last night." Harry said seriously.

"Oh, what a dream again this time." William laughed.

Harry told the dream he had in detail, and the three people beside him sat quietly on the sofa waiting for William's prediction.

William made a seal with his hands, a huge silver wheel with a radius of one meter, shining on Harry's head like the moon.

A ray of silver memory was engraved on the magic moon, and the moon suddenly shone brightly, showing Harry's dream world.

"Keep remembering, Harry." William smiled.

In the middle of a dark courtyard, which seemed to be near a catacomb, stood a great cauldron, from which rose black smoke.

The strange smoke was not blown away by the wind, but condensed together, trying to become a monster, resembling an earthworm without a head.

The smoke form is a bit weak, and it can't be condensed into shape.

There were all kinds of strange potions boiling in the cauldron, and Hermione, the top student, recognized even one of them.

"What potion is this?"

"The crystallization of tears of resentful spirits is a special magical gemstone that can only be formed after hundreds of years of burying tens of thousands of resentful souls in places that have been massacred."

William explained: "The red fruit is the blood of the Holy Spirit. According to legend, the blood shed by angels is the fruit that grows after being absorbed by plants. In fact, the blood of the great wizard can also cultivate this potion."

Peter Pettigrew put various potions into it one by one according to the mysterious man's instructions.

"This thing is the most vicious. It should be a vicious knife that has slaughtered millions of people. It has condensed the resentment of millions of people."

In William's explanation, as more and more potions were added, the smoke over the crucible that had been boiled for an unknown amount of time gradually formed a black mist serpent with wings.

The black wings grew bigger and bigger, and the snake scales on them became brighter and brighter, just like a real giant python.

The boa constrictor opened its red eyes and stared at the four Death Eaters in the courtyard, as if seeing the most delicious snacks.

Peter Pettigrew lowered his head, not daring to look at the terrifying basilisk at all. His face was very ugly, and his body trembled visibly, for fear of being fed by his master to the evil snake. The other two dark wizards had similar expressions.

"Hahaha, very good, very good. The formula for the body of the ancient demon god is indeed true. Little Barty did a good job, Chilong did a good job, and Peter, you are not bad either."

The You-Know-Who was sitting on a sofa, but Harry couldn't see him, the two had the same vision.

"I will remember your contributions. You will all be my most beloved students in the future. Chilong, you will be in charge of the Ministry of Magic in France, and Barty Jr. will be in charge of the British Ministry of Magic when he returns. You will lead the world together under my leadership. .”

"Thank you very much, my master." Chilong knelt on the ground and thanked the master for his gift.

"What a fragrant smell, it's almost there, let's start!" The mysterious man sniffed the incomparably foul smell, felt the evil breath and huge power emanating from the potion, and felt as if he had eaten a Nine-Turn Purple Golden Pill.

"As you order, my master." The three Death Eaters bowed together.

Peter Pettigrew put a bone into the cauldron. He obviously held his breath. He walked towards the cauldron quickly and hurriedly. It seemed that the smell made him very uncomfortable.

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son regenerate." Pettigrew Peter read with his wand.

After the white bones were put in, the snake's unstable form quickly fixed, as if it had snake bones.

The snake's body shrank a part into the crucible, but when its mouth opened at this time, it could be seen that there were obviously fangs growing inside.

Under the moonlight, the snow-white fangs gradually turned black, becoming the same color as the ferocious snake head, and the black venom flowing from them made people feel intimidated after seeing it.

"The snake is alive?" Several audience members were shocked.

"Your servant's meat, voluntarily donated, can regenerate your master." Pettigrew gritted his teeth and cut off his left palm. The extreme pain made his eyes water and his forehead sweat continuously.

The snake retracted into the crucible, leaving only the part above the huge black wings. The scales of the snake became brighter under the moonlight, and began to reflect the faint moonlight. A long snake letter stretched out, and the hoarse sound of the snake up.

Only the bones of the magic snake appeared flesh and blood, and the black scales on its body gleamed.