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Chapter 325: Soul Research

After Dumbledore came out of his office, he came to the library in high spirits.

He followed Harry's instructions and came to the second-year bookshelf following the nameplate.

"In the middle, red, and blue." Dumbledore held up his glasses and scanned the rows from top to bottom.

"Here!" Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a spell book with a white cover from between the red and blue books.

The moment he held the book in his hands, Dumbledore felt much more relaxed both physically and mentally.

"It feels very comfortable. Hmm, why haven't I seen this before?"

Dumbledore muttered to himself, then opened the book. The moment he saw the words, he habitually read:

“Everyone’s memories are carried by the soul, but they are never subordinate to each other. - Russell.”

Russell?

Russell!

Dumbledore was struck by lightning, and the book slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.

When Harry entered school, the mysterious man who invaded Hogwarts was called Russell!

Dumbledore quickly squatted down and picked up the spell book. Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he stood up and found the original location of the book, and took out both the red and blue books.

The red book is called "Advanced Psychedelics", and the first page reads:

[A warrior who truly dares to pursue love will never use such fake things, so I recommend you the simplified version of Fuling Potion - Russell. ]

The blue book is titled "Student Simulation Potion", and the message reads:

[The brain at each stage can only learn knowledge at the corresponding stage. But don’t be too superstitious about medicine, believe in yourself - Russell. ]

Dumbledore took a deep breath and felt his head buzzing.

"Albus, you are here?" Madam Pince's surprised voice sounded. She was wearing a lady's dress and walked up to Dumbledore in small steps.

"Are you reading?"

"You should come and have a look, Albus." Madam Pince also held a book in her hand - "The Lives of Ordinary People".

It looked like a storybook. Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard Madam Pince continue:
"There are many more books written by Professor Russell on the bookshelf recently. Dumbledore, he must be a learned wizard."

Madam Pince's face seemed to be glowing, and the adoration in her eyes stung Dumbledore's eyes.

"Potions, spells, goblins, magical creatures, and even the science of the ordinary world. My God, can anyone really learn and master all of these in a short lifetime?"

"I'm afraid only Merlin, or that long-lived Nicolas Flamel, can do it?"

"Moreover, he classifies each book into different categories, which are just suitable for students of different ages! Many students have told me that Professor Russell's books are particularly good!"

Dumbledore's face became uglier as he listened. He had been on high alert, but he didn't expect that the mysterious intruder was working in the library!
And he is still using books to seduce those simple-minded students!

He flipped through the "Student Simulation Potion" with some annoyance. The recipes in it were relatively common, such as moongrass, chicory, etc., and the most precious one was Niffler's Tears.

Russell also thoughtfully gave students who couldn't afford Niffler Tears potion ingredients that could replace Niffler Tears -

A climber's gift.

【If you are short of money, but you still have the passion to learn. My friend, I have a substitute. 】

[You need to get up at 4 a.m. and run towards the rising sun. When you are exhausted, collect the sweat on your forehead mixed with the morning dew under your feet. (The farther you run, the better the effect of this material)]

[Study continuously for a whole day, and at 12 o'clock in the morning, collect the tears of unwillingness, the saliva of hunger, and the naturally fallen hair. (Be sure to let it go naturally, forcing it to collect will ruin the entire potion)]

[Mix them together at 12 noon when the sun just breaks through the clouds, and silently recite a study problem that you most want to solve. ]

[However, the climber's gift can only be used by oneself, and cannot be sold like the tears of the Niffler.]

……

[Do not use the academic simulation potion to learn knowledge beyond your ability. If you really do this, the price you pay is:]

[You will continue to study without sleep until you have mastered them completely, unless someone uses a coma spell on you, but from the moment you wake up, you will continue to study.]

Dumbledore's eyes twitched. He raised the book and said to Madam Pince seriously, "Madam, do you think a book like this is suitable for young wizards?"

"At this age, children should be happy instead of being forced to immerse themselves in endless schoolwork."

The light on Madam Pince's face dimmed, and she looked at Dumbledore blankly, her eyes fixed on him like an owl hunting at night.

"Dumbledore, why do you think so?"

Madam Pince's mouth didn't move, the sound seemed to come from her belly, like a black bear snoring in a cave, dull and bloodthirsty and brutal. "Madam Pince?" Dumbledore took a half step back and took out his old wand.

"Dumbledore, what do you think happiness is?"

Dumbledore felt something was wrong with Madam Pince's condition.

He quietly pointed his wand at Madam Pince's feet and said slowly:

“Happiness is learning naturally, and then relaxing in moderation, resting when it’s time to rest, and playing when it’s time to play.”

"Haha, hahaha!"

The 'black bear' in Madam Pince's belly seemed to be awakened and roared violently, "Only a genius wizard like you would find this so happy!"

Dumbledore felt a gust of wind coming out of Madam Pince, and it was difficult to open his eyes even with the lenses covering them.

Strangely, the bookshelf next to him was not affected at all.

"The courses at Hogwarts and the books in the library are all trying to trick you, the talented wizards. The words in the books and the knowledge of the teachers seem as simple and interesting as comic books to you."

"But what about us ordinary wizards?"

"No matter how humbly we ask these knowledge to take care of us a little more, they always ignore us."

"In our eyes, these things are like prophecies that cannot be read and mists that cannot be seen through."

"They always say no to us! Parents always say we are not as good as you! After graduation, we can only work hard for you!"

"Now, we have a chance to go to your place and see the scenery if we work hard. Let alone happiness, we can give our lives and even our souls without reservation!"

"Mrs. Pince, calm down. Russell is a dangerous man." Dumbledore made a soothing gesture with his hands. He was about to say more but was rudely interrupted by Madam Pince.

"Get out of here! Dumbledore!" She stretched out her hand, and all the bookshelves and books in the library glowed blue.

Dumbledore had no time to react before he was sent out the door of the library.

He looked back and saw that the original library door was no longer there, leaving only a line of words -

Only those who value knowledge and like to share it are welcome here.

The blue light in the library flickered. Madam Pince opened the book "The Life of an Ordinary Man" in her hand. The message on the first page read:

[The distance between ordinary wizards and genius wizards is even greater than the distance between ordinary people and wizards, and the only thing that can turn ordinary into extraordinary is knowledge - Russell. ]

Dumbledore frowned. He felt the magical aura on the words, so he reached out his hand and slowly touched the words.

"hiss--"

He felt that he had touched a red-hot iron and quickly withdrew his hand.

Dumbledore raised his hand, his palm was red and emitting a faint aroma of barbecued meat.

"Dumbledore, what are you doing here?" Harry stood at the corner of the corridor, holding a book whose cover Dumbledore had never seen.

"Harry, you've come just in time. I have something to tell you."

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll return a book first." Harry raised the red-covered book in his hand.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes. If he was not mistaken, the title of the book seemed to be "Configuration and Optimization of Felicis".

"There's a problem in the library, Harry, you stand next to me first, I--"

"What's the problem?" Harry had already walked into the 'wall' in front of Dumbledore, and his voice seemed to be filtered by something and became much smaller.

"Hello, Madam Pince. I'm here to return a book."

"It's little Harry. Have you finished reading this book?" Madam Pince's voice sounded very gentle, as if she was meeting her own child.

"Yes, I also made some notes in it, you can take a look."

"Really? Let me see!"

Dumbledore rubbed his eyes. The wall with the words on it was still in front of him, and the conversation between Madam Pince and Harry was becoming inaudible.

After a while, Harry came out with another book in his hand.

"Dumbledore, what do you want to tell me?" Harry looked at Dumbledore curiously and waved the book in his hand in front of him.

"Can you hear me, Dumbledore?"

(End of this chapter)