Hogwarts lazy snake

Horn walked over reluctantly, picked up the tweezers, and began to deal with the bugs. He observed carefully and soon recognized that this was a magical creature called Billywig.

He carefully grasped the insect's wings with tweezers, gently removed it, and placed it on a plate nearby.

Snape watched silently from the side, correcting Horn's movements from time to time: "Be gentle, and think with your rusty brain. This will destroy the integrity of the material."

His voice was low and stern, and it was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Horn nodded and worked more carefully. After processing the wings of the Billywig worm, Snape handed Horn some teeth and herbs.

Horn took the materials and continued to process them carefully.

As Horn processed the materials, he felt more and more familiar with them. Suddenly, he remembered that the professor had written in his notes that these were the materials for brewing the Fuling potion.

He was secretly surprised in his heart, but did not show any abnormality on the surface, and continued to concentrate on processing the materials in his hands.

Snape looked at Horn's skillful movements and nodded slightly: "It's still somewhat useful." He said softly.

After a while, Horn finally finished processing all the materials.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the materials neatly arranged in front of him.

Snape came over, carefully checked the materials, and then began to pack up the materials that Horn had processed: "Not bad, take it, this is what you want."

As he spoke, he handed two bottles to Horn.

Horn carefully took the two small bottles handed to him by Professor Snape and looked at the bottles in his hand carefully.

One of the bottles contained a leaf and a worm pupa, while the other bottle looked much more beautiful and delicate after being soaked in water, and contained a few drops of golden potion.

"I don't know why you, a first-year wizard who hasn't learned anything yet, would use this magic. Just leave now that you have it. The materials you processed will be considered as payment for the potion." Snape looked at Horn and said lightly.

A week later, outside a sealed room in a house in an unknown forest.

A tall middle-aged man and a well-built lady were looking at the door, whispering about what Horn was doing in the room. He even asked them to go back to the base to make this defensive magic circle for him.

"What do you think this Horn guy is doing? He's so mysterious." The middle-aged man frowned, his face full of confusion.

The royal sister crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes, "I don't know either, but seeing how serious he is, he must be doing something very important."

"Important things? I think so. The only problem with Horn is that he has a good talent for alchemy. He's good in everything except his body being too weak. What a pity. If he could practice with me for a while, he would definitely become a real man." The middle-aged man said with a regretful look on his face.

The royal sister glared at him gently, "Don't bother little Horn, he's still young. He's cute now, but someone like you? That wouldn't be pretty."

The two were talking outside the door, guessing what Horn was going to do. At this time, Horn was sitting cross-legged on the floor with densely written magic runes.

Looking closely, these magic runes seem to have life, glowing slowly as if they are breathing.

Horn closed his eyes, his face calm, his breathing even and deep, as if blending with the surrounding magical runes.

His hands were placed lightly on his knees, his fingers slightly bent, as if channeling some mysterious power.

There was a faint magical fluctuation in the room, which rose and fell with the flickering light of magic runes.

In Horn's spiritual space, Horn's consciousness entered into his soul, looking at the sphere in front of him that was constantly washed by the light of the stars.

"Hey, what's up? Boy, have you figured it out? Are you going to become the new king with me?"

The flames in the transparent sphere kept rolling, and black flames kept coming out, resisting the starlight washing over the surface of the sphere.

The flame jumped wildly in the sphere like a crazy dancer, and every jump seemed to be telling of an endless desire.

"Yeah, I also want to experience the feeling of being worshipped as a god. Please teach me."

Yuanshen Horn looked at the flames rolling in the sphere and spoke in his eager voice. There was a hint of temptation in his voice, as if it was an alluring trap.

However, his fingers were slowly outlining something in the void of the sea of ​​stars. The movement was gentle yet firm, like a painter carefully painting a masterpiece.

"Wow, really? That's great. Don't worry, I believe you can be better than your ancestors."

After hearing Horn's words, King Greed seemed to believe that the other party was about to surrender, and he laughed happily.

That laughter was like the cry of a night owl, echoing in this silent spiritual space, making people feel creepy.

"By the way, I actually have a question that I'm very curious about, which is how you were born. After all, I searched a lot of materials in the Guardian's database, but I couldn't find your origin."

"Although you are the 'gods' that existed before humans appeared, I think you must have appeared like this, or..."

Horn continued to sketch as he spoke, but at this point, he paused for a moment and continued, "Actually, you are also human beings."

"Hahaha, what a joke, what a joke. You actually describe us, the great people, as being like ants? What a joke. I didn't expect that the descendants of Ambot are so brainless and stupid!" As Greed's voice grew louder and louder, the flames rolled faster and faster.

The flames were like surging waves, hitting the surface of the sphere wave after wave, as if they were going to envelop the entire sphere, pouring out continuously.

Horn was unmoved, his eyes were still as calm as water, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile. "Really? Do you really think so?"

His voice was like cold spring water, flowing in the blazing flames, as if to freeze the flames.

"You ignorant child, you have no idea of ​​our greatness. We are beings that transcend everything and are the masters of this world. How dare you question our origins? You are courting death. You damned ant!"

The Greedy King's voice seemed to be filled with anger and disdain, and the flames became more violent, as if they were going to completely burn Horn's consciousness.

However, Horn remained calm and composed. He shook his head gently and said, "You are wrong. I think your so-called greatness is just an illusion."

King Greed felt Horn's determination and confidence, but he was still unwilling to admit his failure.

"You arrogant boy, you will pay the price for your ignorance." He roared loudly, as if trying to intimidate Horn with his last strength.

It seems like he is venting something.

Horn just smiled and said, "Let's wait and see."

His fingers continued to outline in the void of the sea of ​​stars. The light became stronger and stronger, gradually illuminating the entire spiritual space.

As Horn's last words fell, the fingers that had been sketching the god stopped.

Edict!

His voice exploded in the spiritual space like thunder, and the starlight became brighter as his words grew, as if to completely dispel the flames of darkness.

A huge soul-calming talisman drawn with starlight as ink was formed and flew towards the sphere where the Greedy King was.