Chapter 593: Native Accent
The next day, Allen felt that he had not slept so well for a long time. He sat up, casually put a coat on his clothes and let it hang around him. He moved his mouth and found that he was already under the influence of the potion. He's basically healed - there's still some slight pain left, at least it won't affect his speech anymore.
After sitting in the rocking chair by the window and admiring the scenery of the summer afternoon for a while, Allen tried calling the mistress of the house, but received no response, so he couldn't help but come to the bookshelf that occupied an entire wall. , these books vary in size and thickness, but the same thing is that they are all handmade from content to outer shell. In the Middle Ages, every book was extremely precious-even for wizards.
In order to prevent the collection of books from being stolen, there were even a few books on the shelf that were tied up with iron chains and tied to the bookshelf. The "Jerber's Alchemy Manual" was also on the shelf, but Alan flipped through it casually and found that it contained The one he got contained several pages less, and the method of making the Growth Wand was not among them.
Putting down the chained alchemy manual, Allen walked into the exaggeratedly large-looking manuscript that was placed on a wooden desk next to the desk.
It is an illuminated manuscript in sheepskin, bound in a wooden cover covered with leather and metal decoration. It looked very gorgeous, and the cover was labeled "The Devil's Bible" in Latin - it was nearly 1 meter long and half a meter wide. Allen tried the weight and found that it was estimated to be about 150 kilograms. the weight of.
Allen spread out the book. This manuscript uses a variety of colors as decorative colors. The entire text is in Latin, but all the first letters of the paragraphs are carefully decorated, and some of them even occupy half of the page. The entire book is written in exactly the same handwriting, with no chapter showing handwriting changes due to age, illness, or emotional influences. It is clear that this manuscript was completed in a very short period of time - which is strange, this book It should not have been written by a wizard. Many of the so-called curses in it are simply imaginary things to fool people. However, the vast amount of work in this book is based on Allen's rough calculation. If the author is a Muggle, even in a perfect state The non-stop work will take more than ten years to complete.
Turning to the bookmarked page, a unique portrait of the devil appeared in front of Allen. On several nearby pages, including this one, the text and paper are more heavily blackened than in 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, the footsteps gradually approached, and Allen raised his head. In the afternoon sunlight, Rowena Ravenclaw walked in carrying a large square tray, and the sunlight painted her face. There was a halo, her starry eyes were half-open, her eyes were hazy, and she looked like she hadn't fully woken up from her sleep. She only wore one boot on her feet, and the other foot was just on the ground.
"Helga made breakfast for us. She sent a house elf to deliver it." As she said that, Rowena Ravenclaw yawned lightly. She put the tray on the table, and inadvertently, the confused Rowena's booted foot hit Allen's right foot, and her bare right foot stepped directly on Allen's left foot, delicate and soft. The touch suddenly came from Allen's instep.
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 took an oath In one night, he made a book containing "all human knowledge to forever show the glory of the wizard". However, as midnight approached, 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 and completed the entire book, and added the devil's portrait to the book to show his power. The devil's energy in the book corroded the owner of the book and the book itself, causing the owner of the book to encounter bad luck, and also caused the pages near the devil's portrait to It's as black as being roasted by fire - there's no valuable knowledge or real magic spells in it, but it can help you learn some names of the devil, which you may be able to use in the future."
"You can read the books here slowly, eh? Why are you blushing? You don't think I won't know if someone touches my books, do you?" As he said that, Rowena's half-lidded eyes widened a little. Ravenclaw glanced at Allen in confusion, and then put some wands on the table. Some of the wands at the top rolled down on the table, "I read a part of the memory last night and learned some things. It is said that you Don't pick wands. Well, these are the wands of wizards who come to steal or seek advice but want to cause trouble. They were seized by me. You can try to see which one is easier to use."
Allen tried his best not to let his stepped foot make any noise for the other party to notice and make the situation awkward. Wandless summoned a wand and waved it casually. Some parchments on the table rotated and jumped in the air, hitting each other and making a sound. After a short burst of notes they fall back into place, "That's it."
Ravenclaw finally moved and let go of Ellen. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, "Acacia wood? It seems that you really don't want a wand. This material is usually refused to be provided to anyone other than the owner. Magic, and likes to show off its strength only to the most gifted.”
Allen was finally able to stand up. He straightened his back and tried to appear taller in front of Ravenclaw, who was a head taller than him. "Ahem, please forgive me for reading those books without permission. My name is Ai Len Friedrich Harris, UU Reading www.uukｋｎshu.net Thank you for saving me and healing me."
Ravenclaw frowned after hearing this: "Eastern Franks who speak a mixture of English and Norman accents... people from the Holy Roman Empire..." Rowena Ravenclaw directed the wands to fly into a storage box, He sat across from Allen and had breakfast with him. When Maggie put away these messy cups and plates, she said, "My future self didn't tell me that your accent is so weird and a bit rustic... But you don't have to tell anyone. Although I haven't finished reading it yet, I already know a little bit about it." It’s over.”
"Huh?! My accent is foreign..." Allen couldn't help but smile inwardly, just as he was organizing the vocabulary to figure out how to reply. Rowena Ravenclaw stretched her body, walked around Allen who was sitting in the rocking chair, and walked to the window.
"Ellen Harris, when do we start?" She turned around and asked, the lazy afternoon sun coating her with a layer of golden light, which made her expression a little blurry.
"Start with what?" Allen was a little elusive about the thoughts of the witch in front of him. He felt that her thinking was too jumpy. This reminded him of Luna who was still in the underworld in the future, and he couldn't help feeling depressed again.
"Teach me some future magic - well, it should be modern magic for you, as well as magical Animagus transformation and Legilimency." She walked out of the sunlight, leaned down, and raised her elbow He leaned on the table and held his chin, his tone was so matter-of-fact, "Aren't you an Animagus who can turn into a phoenix and a master of Legilimency? Salazar is too stingy and refuses to use Legilimency." Hand over the secret. I'm not very good at this, I can only say that I can use it fairly well - but I won't let you teach you not to make your own opinions. Otherwise, when you go back, you may find that some people you are familiar with have become rude. Never existed."