HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 44
Itana's idea is very simple, if you can't guarantee the safety of your memory, then make a few more backups.

She intends to "public" some of her knowledge.

Of course, not all content.For example, Ni Yala Wen or something, this is her own stuff.

Although she didn't intend to monopolize this knowledge, since it fell into her hands now, she would be sorry for the results given by the Sorting Hat if she didn't make use of it.

As a Slytherin, how could she let go of this opportunity.

She will slowly throw out these things on the premise of ensuring that she is ahead in strength. What she has to do now is to hide herself and develop wretchedly.

The Leaning Tower of Truth is her self-built force, and when the time is ripe, she will get this knowledge and corresponding guidance as soon as possible, and will use it as a benefit for newcomers in the future.

Now that she has planned to take over the research of the notebook owner, she will try her best to do it well, not to mention that it fits her original goal very well.

But Itana didn't intend to use the old method of the notebook owner, she wanted to bring a group of people with her.

Then it is necessary to ensure that these books will not be lost due to various accidents before that.

Itana stacked the books, drew her wand from the inside pocket of her uniform, and made three identical copies.

She found an unused wooden box from under the bed and put one of them in.

"I've always wanted to try this." Itana whispered, pointing at the wooden box and said, "Shrink quickly."

With a whoosh, the wooden box immediately doubled in size.Itana opened the box to check the status of the books, and found that they had shrunk along with the box, and now they were only the size of a palm, and there was no missing content when they were opened, but the font and layout were proportionally reduced.

"The magic power is only used to shrink the wooden box, and the things inside don't consume magic power..." She closed her eyes slightly to sense the remaining magic power in her body, and felt that there was a bug that could be stuck.

"Shrink quickly, shrink quickly." She cast the spell twice more in a row, and the wooden box shrank to the size of the eraser she used in her previous life, and she could hold it in her palm with one hand.

After a few spells, the magic power in Itana's body was only half.

She gathered her energy and mobilized all her magic power to release a transfiguration spell.

The wooden box seems to be flattened and rounded by an invisible force, and gradually becomes transparent into a piece of glass, with a metal frame derived from the edge, and a metal chain hangs down.

She turned the wooden box into a monocle.

The corners of Itana's mouth curled up, one eyebrow was raised, and the monocle was brought to the left eye, and the other end of the metal chain was clipped to the collar to prevent it from falling.

She is not short-sighted, and the lenses do not have any prescription, just ordinary glass.

In fact, it is more convenient to turn it into a ring, bracelet or earrings, but in her previous life, she had a special attachment to these things. At that time, she could only look at them because her eye sockets were too shallow, but now she has made her wish come true.

Itana went to the mirror to take a look, and nodded with satisfaction.

One quarter of the magic power is left, and it turns out that the more delicate the deformation is, the more magic is consumed, and the little broken chain is more difficult to handle than the lens itself.

She looked at the remaining two copies and one original on the table, temporarily put them into the schoolbag, and then shrunk the schoolbag under the pillow with the remaining magic power.

Wait until tomorrow to hide the remaining two copies in different rooms of the Room of Requirement.

The next morning, Itana got up before dawn and went straight to the eighth floor of the castle.

The castle was quiet at five o'clock. At this point, only the house-elves in the kitchen were still awake, so Etana didn't see anyone along the way.

"I need a room with strong chests with different locks, all of which are anti-locking charms, and can only be opened with a key."

She recited it silently three times in her heart, and passed the wall three times, but there was no change on the wall.

Failed, because there are no eligible rooms, or was my wording not clear enough?Itana froze for a moment, and reorganized her request.

"I need a room with a lock that can't be broken."

The room appeared after three times, and Itana went in to take a look, then turned and left.

Only a lock has a fart.She closed the door wordlessly.

Hey wait - Itana pushed the door open again and took out the only brass lock in the empty room.

She stood outside the door again, silently chanting the next request in her heart:
"I want a chest that cannot be damaged."

The attempt failed, and Itana scratched her head, feeling that she really wanted to fart. This kind of request was too absolute, and it was impossible for the Room of Requirement to satisfy.

"I need a room with hard, hard-to-break boxes." She had to lower her requirements a little.

She walked back and forth three times, and this time the door that appeared on the wall was much larger, and Itana pushed it open and entered.

The room inside the door was the size of a classroom, with rows of shelves leaning against the walls, and the shelves were full of boxes.

full of boxes...

She stared at the hundreds of boxes in a daze.

"Good guy, is this broken house intentional?" The corners of Itana's mouth twitched. There are so many boxes, which one is she looking for?

"Oh, you'll know if you try it." She adjusted her monocle and walked to a box.

What she wants is a strong, hard-to-break box, and whoever can survive her attack is the box she wants.

"Burning flames!"

"Fractured!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

"Thunderstorm!"

"The jack is on top!"

……

"Hoo-hoo--I'm so exhausted that I don't have blue..." Itana sat down on the only complete box here, her hand holding the wand trembled a little.

"What kind of class is coming soon, it seems to be a flying class, but it's okay, Ms. Hill is used to me staying on the ground and being lazy."

After a while, Itana regained her strength and patted the box under her buttocks, "You are really easy for me to find—"

She waited for a while, until the magic power recovered a little, then she shrunk the box and took it out of the room.

It has been more than an hour since her arrival, the magic power has bottomed out, and she hasn't eaten breakfast yet, so at this moment, she feels that the soles of her feet are floating and her head is empty.

Let's continue next time. Sure enough, we still need to increase the magic power as soon as possible, otherwise Konglan will give a fart when he encounters battles in the future.

Itana came to the auditorium with frivolous steps, glanced over the long table in Slytherin, found Tom and walked over.

The aroma of food filled the nostrils. Itana greeted casually and sat down to eat.

Tom was full, so he put down his knife and fork, and silently watched Itana, who was buried in her food.

"Are you nearsighted?" He noticed a monocle on Itana's face.

"It's just a decoration." Itana took the time to answer and continued to eat breakfast.

"You don't look like someone who deliberately wears jewelry." Tom smiled, "But it looks pretty good."

Itana looked up at him, adjusted her monocle silently, "Are you scared?"

"Why should I be afraid?" Tom felt a little amused.

"Don't worry, I'm just talking nonsense." She blinked and smiled slightly.

"Hey, lonely..." Itana pressed her monocle and let out a sigh of melancholy, before turning to business:
"The place we found last time, have you been there again?"

　Why is this book on the female channel?Probably because I'm out of my mind.In addition, this chapter played a trick, you don't need to care about it.

　　I went to check the restrictions of the Transformation Curse, and found that it is not allowed to turn non-food into food according to the setting.

　　But what if I turn the item into a living thing and then eat the living thing?Is it the conjured creature or the original thing that I ate?In short, there are some contradictions in it.So don’t worry about these, anyway, many of my settings here are magically changed, and I will explain it according to my magically changed world view. At that time, there may still be logical loopholes. It’s still the same sentence, look at it have fun.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)