Chapter 593
The next day, Allen felt as if he hadn't slept so well for a long time. He sat up, casually put on a coat over his clothes and let it hang over his body, moved his mouth, and found that he had been under the effect of the potion. He's basically healed—there's still a little bit of pain left, at least it won't affect his speech anymore.
After sitting on the rocking chair by the window and admiring the summer afternoon scenery for a while, Allen tried to call the hostess of the house, but got no response, so he couldn't help but came to the bookshelf that occupied the entire wall , these books vary in size and thickness, but the same thing is that they are all handmade from the content to the outer shell, and every book is extremely precious in the Middle Ages—even for wizards.
In order to prevent the collection of books from being stolen, there were even a few books on the shelf tied up with iron chains, and the "Jeber's Alchemy Handbook" was also on the shelf, but Alan flipped through it roughly at random, and found that it contained the same The one he got was a few pages shorter, and the method of making the growth wand was not included.
Putting down the alchemy manual that was chained again, Allen walked into the large-looking and somewhat exaggerated manuscript on a wooden desk next to the desk.
This is an illuminated codex in parchment, bound in a wooden cover covered with leather and metal decorations. It looks very gorgeous, and on the cover is also marked "Devil's Bible" in Latin - it is nearly 1 meter long and half a meter wide. Allen tried the weight and found that it weighs about 150 catties the weight of.
Allen spread out the book. This manuscript uses a variety of colors as decorative colors. The full text is in Latin, but all the initials of the paragraphs are carefully decorated, and some of them even occupy half a page in an exaggerated manner. All writing is identical throughout the book, and no chapter shows a change in handwriting due to age, illness, or emotional influence. It is obvious that this manuscript was completed in an extremely short time-this is strange, this book It should not be written by a wizard. Many of the so-called spells in it are simply contrived things to fool people. However, the volume of work in this book is roughly calculated according to Allen's heart. If the author is a Muggle, even in a perfect state It will take more than ten years to complete the non-stop work.
Turning to the page with the bookmark, a unique portrait of the devil appeared in front of Allen on a full page. On several nearby pages, including this one, the text and paper are more severely blackened than the rest of the book.
At this time, there was a sound from outside, causing Allen to quickly close the huge manuscript and jump back to the rocking chair in front of the window to bask in the sun.
After a while, footsteps gradually approached, and Ellen raised his head. In the afternoon sunlight, Rowena Ravenclaw walked in carrying a large square tray, and the sunlight cast a layer on her face. Halo, her starry eyes are half-opened, her eyes are hazy, she seems to have not fully awakened from her sleep, she only wears one boot on her foot, and the other foot just stepped on the ground in vain.
"Helga made us breakfast, and she sent the house-elf over." Rowena Ravenclaw yawned softly as she spoke. She put the tray on the table. Inadvertently, the drowsy Rowena's booted foot hit Alan's right foot, and her bare right foot stepped directly on Alan's left foot, delicate and soft. The touch came from Allen's instep in an instant.
Rowena Ravenclaw took a piece of bread from it and took a bite, "The scribe of that book is a Muggle priest, who will be tortured to death for breaking the law. In order to escape the harsh punishment, he swears To make a book containing 'all human knowledge in order to show the glory of wizards forever' overnight. However, when midnight was approaching, he realized that he could not complete this difficult task, so he sold his soul to the devil, and with the help of the devil Next, he copied the entire book and added a picture of the devil to the book to show its power. The energy of the devil in the book erodes the owner of the book and the book itself, causing the owner of the book to suffer bad luck.
It also made the pages of the book near the devil's portrait blacken as if it had been scorched by fire—there was no valuable knowledge or real magic spells in it, but it could help you know some devil's names that might be used in the future. "
"You can read the books here slowly, huh? Why are you blushing? You don't think I wouldn't know someone touched my book, do you?" Rowena, whose half-closed eyes widened slightly, said. Ravenclaw glanced at Allen suspiciously, and then put some wands on the table, and some of the wands at the top rolled down onto the table, "I read a part of the memory last night and learned something. It is said that you Don’t pick wands, here, these are the wands of wizards who came to steal and seek advice and want to make trouble, I captured them, try to see which one is easier to use.”
Allen tried his best not to let the other party notice the movement of his trampled foot, which made the scene awkward. Wu Wu summoned a magic wand and waved it casually. After a short note, it returned to the original place, "Let's just do it."
Ravenclaw finally moved and let Alan go. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, "Acacia wood? It seems that you really don't pick wands. This material is usually refused to be provided to anyone other than the owner. Magic, and likes to show strength only to the most gifted."
Alan was finally able to stand up. He straightened his back and tried to look taller in front of Ravenclaw who was a head taller than him. Len Friedrich Harris, thank you for saving me and healing me."
Ravenclaw frowned after hearing this: "East Flanders speaking with a mixed accent of England and Norman...Holy Roman Empire people..." Rowena Ravenclaw flew the wands into a storage box, Sit across from Allen and have breakfast with Allen. When Maggie took away the messy cups and plates, "I didn't tell me in the future that your accent is so weird, and it's a bit rusty... But you don't need to be surprised. Although I haven't finished watching it, I already understand some of it." It's over."
"Huh?! My accent..." Allen couldn't help but smile inwardly, just as he was organizing his vocabulary and thinking about how to reply. Rowena Ravenclaw stretched her body, walked around Alan who was sitting in the rocking chair, and walked to the window.
"Alan Harris, when do we start?" She turned her head and asked, the lazy afternoon sun coated her with a layer of golden light, which made her expression a little blurred.
"Start what?" Alan was a little elusive about the witch's mind in front of him, feeling that her thinking was jumping a little too much, which reminded him of Luna who was still in the future underworld, and he couldn't help feeling depressed again.
"Teach me some future magic—Oh, it should be modern magic for you, and there are also magic Animagus transformation and Legilimency." She walked out of the sun, bent down, elbowed Leaning on the table and resting his chin, his tone was so natural, "Aren't you an Animagus who can become a phoenix and a master of Legilimency? Salazar is too stingy to use Legilimency I'm not very good at this, I can only say that I can use it-but I won't let you teach you to make your own opinions, otherwise you may find that some people you are familiar with have become old when you go back. never existed."