Chapter 38: Chapter 38

The Hogwarts library has always recruited the most well-behaved wizards with mediocre talents as administrators.

Lemley Venington is such a person, an old man who has done his duty for more than 40 years.

He is over 60 years old this year, and he has an old problem, that is, when his legs come to winter, the joints will not work well, and he always walks with a limp.

One November morning, he was cleaning out the dust in the restricted section of the library.

Suddenly, he heard the slight sound of pages turning behind him.

"Well... who is it?"

Lemley immediately turned the corner clutching his legs, but the place was empty and no one was found.

Frowning and thinking for a while, Lemley suddenly realized and cursed.

"Damn. These bloody magic books."

The pain in his leg made him feel very bad. While cursing, he clapped the duster on the bookshelf with a feather duster, as if he had some deep hatred for these books.

"Fifty thousand books a day, 10 Galleons a month, damn Dippet."

He grumbled about work. A flung feather that hadn't noticed his feather duster suddenly hovered in mid-air in the corner, motionless.

With the voice of complaining about the leadership, it disappeared around the corner.

The feather fell to the ground slowly.

Hoffa released his stealth, plucked the feathers from his head, and sighed.

After the administrator's voice could no longer be heard, he continued to pull out a potion book and read it word by word.

...

After entering November, the air in the castle gets colder every day. And Hoffa started his journey of learning various "extracurricular" knowledge at school.

Hoffa didn't want to take such a risk and start violating school rules so soon. After all, he managed to keep a low profile and become an unnoticed student.

But now he can't help it.

On the back of his hand, the light golden tattoo absorbs most of his magic power every day, every day. And there is no time pattern at all.

Sometimes during the day, sometimes in the middle of the night. Anyway, it's like that every few hours.

Although the efficiency of absorbing magic power was not as exaggerated as it was at the beginning, it sucked dry every time.

But Hoffa couldn't afford this speed of mana consumption.

Originally, although he had little magic power, it was not enough to use it in battle, but it was enough for daily life and study.

But now he often loses his magic power in the middle of class.

The most embarrassing one was the Transfiguration class, when Dumbledore asked Hoffa to perform a viper and rope conversion on stage.

It was not difficult at all.

But when Hoffa came to power, just halfway through, the magic power was suddenly exhausted by the tattoo.

Dumbledore was still eager to see Hoffa's transformation results, but the rope bit his hand, making his fingers swelled into carrots.

The class burst into laughter, and Hoffa made a big fool of himself.

He went to look up the information, frantically looked up all the information, trying to figure out what the pattern on his hand was.

But after searching for half a month, he found nothing. Not to mention the texture, he didn't even find any relevant records about Helheim and Thunderbird.

Of course, with such a high price, Hoffa also fantasized about whether he got some treasure.

For example, this tattoo can devour one's own magic power, but eliminate impurities and spit out more pure magic power.

For example, this tattoo can store magic power and release it when fighting.

For example, this tattoo can bring some lightning attributes to one's magic power, making one's magic more powerful.

For example, there may be an old grandfather living in the tattoo, who will awaken after absorbing his magic power, and then lead himself to the pinnacle of life.

but.

Nothing at all.

Nothing!

It is simply devouring magic power.

No feedback, no reason, no reason.

No time, no place, no occasion.

nothing more

It's like a man who is poor and busy with his livelihood suddenly has another child who is waiting to be fed. The embarrassment of life makes him have to find a way out. Since he couldn't stop the tattoo from absorbing magic power, he could only focus on increasing his own magic power.

Now, he must find a way to increase his magic power, otherwise, it will continue like this, let alone fighting.

Without magic power, you can't complete your studies, and whether you can graduate from the first grade is a problem.

In desperation, Hoffa had no choice but to take another risk.

The good news is that after a long and tedious search, Hoffa temporarily found three feasible ways to increase magic power.

One is the most common and safest way to improve. That is natural ascension, where a wizard's level of magic gradually increases over time. This is a law of nature, between the ages of 14 and 17, a wizard's magical power will take a leap, and it will reach a peak at the age of thirty.

But this method Hoffa can not afford to wait.

The second involves soul transmutation in black magic, a method that is very dark and very poorly documented.

Hoffa felt that if he researched this subject and found out, he might spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. Hoffa is not a dark wizard, and he never thought dark wizards were cool, so after a little understanding, he gave up this method.

The last one is very common and very common. It is by taking some magic potions to quickly recover the magic power. This potion has a long history of use and is relatively safe.

That's why Hoffa has been staying in the potions area these days looking for the formula.

Recipe Hoffa found many, and more than one. He didn't even use the restricted area to find it, as there were records of this formula in ordinary areas. This is not a forbidden drug like compound decoction. Many wizards have studied it. Moreover, the ingredients in the formula are quite ordinary, and the potions classroom can find them all.

The only problem is that these recipes are very old, not only old, but incomplete. Most books are vague or general.

As for the reason, Hoffa found it in a book called "Modern Applications of Ancient Potions".

(Secondary magic power recovery potion, this potion is a patented drug of the European Chamber of Wizards and Chambers of Commerce, and the Ministry of Magic marks a level 2X stimulant drug. It must be applied for registration at St. Mungo's, and it will not be recorded for the time being.)

patents, excitement, regulation

Hoffa in the library rubbed his chin. He didn't expect such a problem, but it was normal to think about it.

There must be more than one wizard with low magic power, and the high wizards are rare.

The market demand for this kind of potion must be huge, and if the market demand is big, those who engage in monopoly will come.

Apparently, someone has kept this potion formula as a commercial secret, and the brain is really flexible.

This is the same as searching for Coke on the Internet in the previous life. You can find all the knowledge about Coke, but it is difficult to find the real formula about Coke. Even if it is found, it will be difficult for you to make Coca-Cola.

There are many similar items in the wizarding world, such as floo powder. Its formula is very simple, but since it came out in the 13th century, no one has been able to copy its formula for more than 600 years.

Potions is a precise science, and the difference is by a thousand miles.

I couldn't find it in the library, and Hoffa didn't give up. He wrote down a few broken old prescriptions he had obtained on the parchment, wondering if he should spend more time researching potions.

Although his potion talent is not good, doing everything is definitely better than not doing it.

After walking out of the restricted area, Hoffa was still thinking about getting rid of his shortcomings in potions. He looked down at the parchment that recorded the incomplete potions formula.

Suddenly, the door of the library.

Hoffa caught a glimpse of a silver light turning from the side. She lowered her head and walked hurriedly.

It was Aglaia.

She didn't go to play Quidditch today, but she was also in the library, looking for something. There is a thick roll of parchment in hand.

Seeing each other, the two jumped a step to the side at the same time, just like two overtaking drivers bumping into each other, the calm air suddenly became tense.

After a few seconds.

"What are you looking at?"

Aglaia glared at him fiercely, and put her roll of parchment in her pocket without leaving a trace.

Hoffa shrugged and changed direction.

snort!

Aglaia raised her head proudly, and also changed direction.

Bad luck, Hoffa thought.

But just two steps away, Hoffa suddenly stood still, turned his head to look at Aglaia's slender back, and a plan suddenly popped into Hoffa's mind unconsciously.

wait, this guy

It seems that he has some attainments in potions.

...

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Potions class for Slughorn on Friday.

After completing the daily compulsory potions lesson, Slughorn gave the students a little time for self-study.

It is said to be self-study, but in fact it is to let the students refine a potion independently as a daily improvement course.

This link was not there during Snape's time, nor was it in Slughorn's previous classes.

But since Slughorn had Aglaia as a student, he somehow managed to get this link out. It is said that it is to give each student a stage to show themselves, but the original intention is to give Aglaia a chance to pretend.

In order to build a good relationship with this potion genius, this old guy can be said to do everything possible.

Aglaia did not disappoint him. Every potion class, she could come up with some new gadgets, which made Slughorn praise and brag, and gave Ravenclaw extra points.

Of course, when it comes to this kind of link, other students can only watch from below. Anyway, no matter what they refine, Slughorn won't care. It is enough to call 666 at the end of the course.

Although the potion teacher didn't care, other people still had to practice.

As competent supporting actors, they work in pairs.

The protagonist Aglea and Tom Riddle are a group.

Hoffa and Miranda were at the same console.

Hoffa was in charge of cutting, and Miranda was in charge of casting the potion.

Miranda's grades are not good, it can only be said to be mediocre. Potions and transformation are very average, as well as astronomy and divination. Herbs and Defense Against the Dark Arts are also common.

After cooperating with her, Hoffa's Potions class performance never attracted Aglaia's attention.

in class.

While cutting Morat's tentacles, Hoffa was thinking about the magic potion formula.

There is no doubt that, as Slughorn with a huge network, he must know the magic potion formula.

Hoffa glanced up at Slughorn.

I saw Slughorn's fat body standing beside Aglaia all the time, giving out admiration from time to time, his eyes were full of appreciation and doting, as if her farting was delicious.

Riddle, who helped her, also had a look of hospitality, I don't know if it was just pretending.

Hoffa lowered his head again, Slughorn's way would definitely not work. The old fellow hadn't even remembered his own name since his last Potions class.

Moreover, potions class is one of Aglea's home games.

Although she is very low-key now, she will not mock her for the time being, but that doesn't mean she doesn't pay attention to herself.

If he dared to please Slughorn, or revealed ulterior motives, Aglaia's character would inevitably rebound and suppress himself again.

She is like the alpha wolf in a pack of wolves, she will mercilessly suppress any creature in her territory who dares to challenge her leadership until the other party gives in.

But now is not the time to keep a low profile. For the sake of his own magic power, and for the sake of graduating safely this semester, Hoffa has to do a little bit of work.