Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

A new newspaper headline came out, and Alvin began to avoid the classmates who had good news again. After all, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin Medal is not ordinary.

It was okay at first, Alvin was only praised, but under the leadership of these two guys, George and Fred, he began to be worshiped by the students!

The reason was that before a potion test, these two guys came to him with "tributes" and gave him offerings to pray for their potion to pass the test!

Then after it was over, he went around blindly saying that he, the youngest recipient of the second-level medal of the Knights of Merlin, was blessed by him, and then a group of fools really believed it!

"Neville, if you don't want to taste how hard my fist is, I advise you not to do this."

In the auditorium, Neville placed a bunch of snacks in front of him. He also took three incense sticks from the kitchen, lit them and put them on a piece of cake before placing them in front of Alvin.

When he was about to pay homage, Aiwen stopped his next move.

Looking at Alvin's sincere eyes, Neville thought for a while and gave up the next move. It was definitely not because he was frightened by seeing the fists as big as sandbags being squeezed and making a clicking sound.

"If you want to pass the potion test, it depends on your own efforts. There are no shortcuts at all. Don't hold unrealistic ideas. You won't even hear it."

Ai Wen glanced around and said slowly.

"Did you hear that? Talk!" Ivan looked at the two red-haired guys behind him.

Fred: "Yeah, yeah."

George: "Yes, Alvin is right!"

With a pair of panda eyes and a head full of big red envelopes, the Geminis quickly nodded in agreement, indicating that they recognized Aiwen's words.

Hiss~ Alvin is really cruel.

"Neville, you too! What are you always afraid of? Professor Snape doesn't eat children. It's just that his tone of voice is a bit off or something."

Neville pursed his lips, but he was just afraid! He shuddered when he thought of Snape's tall body, cold face, and sinister tone.

Looking at Neville, who looked like a quail, Alvin shook his head helplessly. The psychological test was not that easy. Maybe after his parents were cured and the hurdle in his heart was resolved, he would be fine.

He also made medicine to treat the sequelae of Neville's Forgetting Curse. He also used the elixir as an auxiliary, and the effect was quite good. At least now Neville would not forget things all the time.

But he discovered that Neville's problem was not only physical, but also partly psychological, which could not be solved now.

After eating, Ivan found a deserted corner and turned the time turner again, and ran into the Room of Requirement.

With a wave of his hand, two soldiers stepped out of the shadows, holding down the dementors bound by the gray halo.

His Blade Soul Slashing can hurt Dementors, which shows that Dementors are related to souls, so he changed this black energy magic and made it with another black energy magic that specializes in capturing souls. a combination.

This soul-binding technique was the result. After researching it yesterday, he specially found a ghost to test it. He left with satisfaction amidst Peeves' frightened begging for mercy.

I tried it with Peeves. The ghost couldn't escape the magic. The effect was quite good.

"Ouch~" the dementor roared.

Snapped!

"Shut up! What's your name!" Ivan waved his wand, and the gray magic condensed into a whip and struck the Dementor.

The same magic that hurts the soul, why does it have to be in the form of a blade? Is there no other way to attack? You have to open your mind!

Tie the Dementor to the table, plug up its mouth, and get ready to start work.

He didn't feel any burden at all. This Dementor also ignored the Ministry of Magic's orders and approached Hogwarts, which proved that it had evil intentions.

If it dares to get close to Hogwarts today, it will dare to enter Hogwarts tomorrow and hurt people. Don't let it alone!

Ivan circled around the dementors, his two-color magic pupils opened. In the black and white world, the dementors were like a mess with no rules.

In the world under the magic pupil, any creature is just a shadow form based on the shape of life, but the depth of color is determined by the level of life energy, even ghosts are no exception! As long as it has soul and vitality, it is the same.

The Dementor is different. It doesn't even have a shape. It's like a mosaic that keeps changing shapes. There are no rules at all.

"Interesting, I think I know what to do."

He took out the magic book and a bunch of strange materials, and rummaged through Zhengqi Magic for a while based on his memory. He soon found what he wanted.

But he has to find a container that can hold his soul. If nothing else is enough, he must use pottery!

"Go find me some ceramic jars!"

Summoning a few shadow soldiers, he put his thoughts into the soldiers' heads. The four shadow soldiers were ordered to submerge themselves into the shadows, and they brought back four old clay jars in more than 20 minutes. .

They were of different sizes, and they were all covered with moss. It looked like they were picked up in a deserted alley.

He threw a jar with a foul smell to the soldier who brought it back, gave it a slap in the face, and let it roll out with the pickled stuff, and then he started to deal with the three jars.

The ones he found were all with lids. After he cleaned them up, he took the powder he had just prepared and sprinkled it on. After spreading the powder, he threw it into a pot filled with boiling purple liquid and cooked it.

"The demons and ghosts leave quickly~ the demons and ghosts leave quickly~" (???)?

He held the wand in one hand to inject magic into the pot, and shook the dried puffer fish rhythmically with the other hand. As the spell fell, three clay pots wrapped in purple halo floated out.

"It's your turn!"

The container is done, it's time to take care of the dementors.

"Destroyed!"

The black magic light hit the Dementor's body, and the originally disordered soul began to fragment and disperse into two shadows of different shades under the influence of black energy magic.

In the world outside the magic pupil, the Dementor's body began to collapse, turning into two colors of smoke, one black and one gray.

"Soul Capturing Lock Spirit!"

Another spell was cast, and a large mass of entangled two-color smoke was pulled by the wand and sealed into a clay pot.

He extracted a bit of mist from each of the two jars, put it on the puffer fish that he had marinated with various magics, and quietly waited for the reaction of the dried puffer fish.

"One is a variant form of soul power, which is essentially a pure soul. The other is pure malice. It's amazing! Even malice can be embodied. It's not easy to create a dementor!"

Ivan looked at the reaction displayed on the pufferfish stem and let out an ovation! Being able to produce such an abstract thing, it seems that Old Dengtou has to be resigned to it, right?

Well, you can't say that, after all, there are specialties in the art industry.

"If this is a soul, can Neville's parents be saved?"

He thought of the heroic and loyal Auror couple.

They were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse until their minds collapsed. If it was a purely physical injury, St. Mungo's Hospital would have cured it long ago. If it cannot be cured now, it is a matter of the soul.

According to Eastern sayings, when a person is frightened by a particularly strong force, he will lose his soul or his soul will be unstable. At this time, it is necessary to call the soul, appease the soul, and nourish the soul.

This is the wizarding world, and there is no such explanation or operation, but the current situation is similar. He may try to set a precedent.

Even with a magic encyclopedia, not everything can be settled. After all, there are still differences in the world.

But this can be considered a challenge. If he succeeds, he may try to come up with something good. Otherwise, it would be a pity not to do something with this ready-made blank soul.

But these are definitely not enough, more is needed!

Ai Wen stared into the void, his gaze passed through the walls of the castle, and his magic eyes stared at the chaotic shadows in the distance...