Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

"You still want to arrest me at this level?"

Altaïr clapped his hands, smiled proudly, and then turned back to his bedroom.

The next morning, Altaïr stretched, and with his current mental power, an hour of rest could guarantee a full day of energy.

After washing, Altaïr left the bedroom.

Cassandra grimaced and was waiting for him with Amber and Pansy.

"Good morning."

Altaïr said hello to the three of them, then stared at Kassandra and said:

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" The dark circles are all out. "

"Hmph! Don't be proud, I'll come back sooner or later! "

Kassandra rolled her eyes at Altaïr and said fiercely with her fists raised.

It's just that her flushed cheeks betrayed her true thoughts.

Amber was curious about what happened yesterday night, she only knew that Kassandra went out to catch Altaïr, and it seemed that she had been taught a lesson.

Anyway, when Amber came back yesterday night, he was cast a confinement spell, and it was sent in by Altaïr with a levitation charm.

After she unhooked the spell on Kassandra, Kassandra did not scream, but just held her hands in front of her chest for a while, and then returned to her own dressing in a daze.

"You guys were 353 yesterday..."

Amber looked at Altaïr with curiosity in her eyes, and she couldn't wait to immediately turn into a melon-eating girl.

"Adults don't inquire about children."

Altaïr whistled and left leisurely.

“...... Brat! "

Amber was startled, then muttered, pulling a confused Pansy to follow.

The second-year Transfiguration course was not much more difficult than the first-year, and it was even more accessible to Altaïr with his eyes closed.

Professor McGonagall will also work, and after the task is assigned, she pulls Altaïr to discuss it alone, Hermione listens to it for a while, listening dizzy, unable to understand anything, and finally goes to Pansy.

At noon during the dinner in the Great Hall, the professors announced that the selection of prefects of each academy had begun this year, and the little wizards were lively again.

The Slytherin prefect was basically sure that it was Cassandra, because no one dared to fight her.

And the Ravenclaw prefect can also be determined to be Penelope, she is very popular, and there is no one to compete with her.

The other two houses were highly competitive, especially Gryffindor, with six or seven (bibf) people signing up alone.

After lunch in the Great Hall, Altaïr and Gandalf arrived in their own classroom.

The young wizards in the school were envious of Altaïr's ability to study alone with Gandalf, and they all knew that Altaïr's future was limitless.

What Gandalf taught him today was how to use his spiritual power, but this time Gandalf did not bring Altaïr into his spiritual world.

The class lasted two hours, and Altaïr gained a lot.

After the training of the spiritual sister, Gandalf also told Altaïr about the origin of the universe and the mysteries of the world.

Altaïr knew that these were the precious spiritual treasures that Gandalf possessed as a Maier, so he was fascinated to learn.

At the end of class, Altaïr still felt a little unfulfilled.

He didn't know why Gandalf was so fond of him, but he thought it might have something to do with the favorability given by the system.

After leaving the classroom, Altaïr went back to Snape's apothecary room on the ground floor of the castle.

Professor Snape has finished today's lesson and is waiting for him here.

"I heard that the potion you prepared yesterday, the smoke from the fryer put down several fourth-year students... Tell me, what kind of potion do you plan to refine? "

Snape sat across from Altaïr, looked him in the eye, and asked with interest.

"Is it a therapeutic anesthetic?" Or is it a coma? Or..."

"I think the potion I refine is the kind of potion that can make people hallucinate, and in the illusion, they will get what they want most, just like the magic of the Mirror of Eris."

Altaïr spoke his thoughts to Snape. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Including the selection of materials, the coordination of medicinal properties...

"It sounds like there is a great possibility of success, and it only takes a little experiment to produce the specific proportion of medicinal herbs... It's just that I don't know what you are refining such a dangerous potion for? "

Snape's face was a little strange, the potion Altaïr wanted to refine, strictly speaking, although it was not poison, it was more terrifying than poison, because this potion was addictive.

Just like Harry, every night he would travel to see the Mirror of Eris.

Why refine this kind of thing?

Is it to make money?

"I just heard about the Mirror of Eris, so I want to try it."

Altaïr replied with a smile, his smile so sincere that Snape's frown couldn't help but stretch.

"You refine it first, I'll take a look."

He said to Altaïr, who nodded, put the required ingredients next to the automatic mixing crucible, and began to process the ingredients.

Seeing the materials expertly and perfectly processed by Altaïr, the smile on Snape's face grew wider.

Sure enough, Altaïr was also a true genius when it came to potions.

Snape felt that when he was in fifth year, he did not do as well as Altaïr now.

"The sap of hallucinogenic mushrooms is the main material, and with ..."

Altaïr placed the materials into the crucible in order of coexistence, then waved his wand and chanted mysterious spells.

Purr.

The liquid in the crucible began to boil, and after a while, a strange fragrance appeared in the room.

Snape didn't notice something for a moment, and then his face suddenly changed.

Altaïr also had some illusions in front of his eyes, but with his spiritual power, they were only broken in an instant.

It stands to reason that with Snape's power, he can easily get out of the illusion, but he doesn't.

Looking at Snape's sudden tears and mixed feelings, Altaïr guessed that he might have seen Lily.

Boom!

With such a stunned effort, the crucible exploded with a bang.

The originally strange aroma of the potion suddenly turned into a pungent taste.

A gust of wind created out of thin air around Altaïr, blowing away the pungent smell.

Snape woke up to the sound of the explosion, and he sighed softly with some regret.

"Failed."

Altaïr muttered.

Snape glanced at him, was silent for a while, and said:

"My reason tells me that such a potion should not be allowed to appear, it may bring a disaster to the wizarding world... But, well, I don't think I can do it, it's more terrifying than the Mirror of Eris, and it will make the things you want the most, really appear in front of you... I think I'll do my best to help you develop this potion. "。