Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 18 Magic Diary

"How can you think so? I am an amazing lamp. The future lamp king will not waste time on a lady's lamp!"

Fan Er seemed to have been insulted, and stared at him with aggrieved eyes, then slowly opened the drawer of the wooden table and pushed all the money into it.

"Hmph, don't even think about getting a penny from me!"

Brie ignored Vale. He was not a gentleman. For him, knowledge was the most valuable here. Slowly, Brie continued to be immersed in this notebook.

As he flipped through the notes, Bree felt even more strange, because most of the records were offensive instant spells. It seemed that his master would encounter danger even when he was studying, so he had to learn how to protect himself and face it at any time. Powerful foreign enemy.

"Crushing Curse?" This spell is also in Bree's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, but it is not as detailed as this one.

Bree had tried this spell before, but he couldn't figure it out when he learned it, and it was awkward to cast. If he hadn't been cautious and the mobilized magic power was small, he might be injured himself, so these offensive spells Bree would not I didn’t study too deeply and was prepared to wait for the professors at Hogwarts to teach me.

Thinking this was a professor's job, Bri hoped that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next Monday morning would be able to help him, but now Bri had another tutor.

"Maybe you can try it. As long as the magic power output is smaller, the crushing spell in this notebook seems to be more comprehensive and more powerful with some techniques."

But not here, there are so many books here, and Bree is not a fool, these books all belong to him!
"Well, this is it?" Bree turned the page again. There was a gap in this page. Under Bree's powerful perception, he could find the magic flow on it. The strangeness he felt before also came from here.

"Is this book a product of alchemy?"

Bree could see a simple trace of magic power, the hallmark of an alchemical item, but what was the purpose of the book?

Bree held the spine of the book curiously, shook it, and quickly flipped through it...

"So many?" Brie thought this was not a thick notebook, but found that he was narrow-minded.

"It turns out that there is a small device set up, which is like casting a traceless stretching spell in a small space, but the object here is text pages. It is an interesting little thing. Maybe I should make one too. It is not difficult to think about, I just need... Well, you need to learn the Invisible Stretch Spell first, and it shouldn’t be too superficial.”

I flipped through the book again randomly, but this time I couldn't read the title. I quickly found the source of the book - the Traceless Stretching Spell.

This is much easier to do.

"Do you want to make an alchemy diary? Maybe you can look at the first alchemy diary written by that guy on the left and right of you. It seems that he has written down the detailed production methods."

While Brienne was still studying, Ver had climbed down, and raised his head and pointed proudly at a thick book next to Brienne. There was no sign of magic flowing on it, and the thickness seemed ordinary. Book.

"The notes made by that guy are very strange. In fact, only the notes here use this kind of magic, because only words mixed with his own magic can be written into books, and the alchemy books he collected are normal. This note is made It was very expensive. At that time, he spent dozens of gold galleons to gather the materials, and the time powder was especially precious. Of course, I don’t know now.”

"Hmph, don't come crying and asking me for money..." As he said that, Ver raised his body and climbed back to the bronze lamp on the table.

"Indeed...it looks a bit expensive." Bree picked up the book according to Vail's instructions, and quickly found the method of making alchemy notes. Among the materials that Bree knew were the skins of magical creatures. And time powder is very valuable, and some mithril, which is necessary for alchemy, also gives Bree a headache.

Of course, the most important thing is the core material that Bree doesn't know about - trance grass. Maybe Bree has to ask Professor Sprout.

Of course, in addition to notes, the necessary magical quill also requires some expensive materials. Bri made an estimate. It should cost him about a hundred gold galleons to make an alchemy notebook. Of course, this is When Brie relied on buying everything.

"Time powder is not particularly scarce now, and I can still afford the rest of the materials. But I have to see how many materials I can get for free first. I'm not in a hurry."

The reason why Bree wanted to make such a flashy notebook was of course because the benefits and future benefits of such an alchemy notebook were written in that person's alchemy journal——

Only the owner dies or agrees to see the magic words on it, and the owner can find the location of the notes at any time. It is even said that by adding some more complex alchemy techniques, it can be made into a space door key, using the magic spell as the hub, to carry out Teleport.

Of course, adding complex alchemy was that person's expectation. He couldn't refine it because he hadn't gathered an important material yet, which was the fur of a magical creature that could support multiple complex magics and space-time powers. But it was still just a thought, wasn't it? .

“Money is money only when it’s spent.”

Closing the alchemy journal, Bree picked up the notes that she had lost the ability to continue writing due to the death of the owner. Bree fell into learning again. Only things that can be completed will interest Bree. Things that cannot be accomplished are always Fantasy, waste of time.

While Bree was studying hard, some people in the Slytherin common room were unhappy.

"That kid is really unique." An unknown senior sat on the sofa, hooked the red wine glass with his slender fingers, and said slowly, "You can't drink yet, underage kid."

The male prefect just said something casually and started to maintain order and stopped a little snake who wanted to steal some wine. After all, no matter how relaxed the Slytherins were about this small banquet, they would not be able to let a 12-year-old second grader drink alcohol. .

"Brie O'Dea, I remember him, he was a very cute child." A 15-year-old girl dressed exquisitely, raised her eyebrows slightly charmingly and smiled, but she was not ready to let Brie go, but she moved and said goodbye. Such thoughts.

"Focus on the ordinary wizard level exam you are about to face, Miss Enid. He may not be able to withstand your tossing."

"Hmm, okay, okay, jealous sixth grade prefect, maybe I should find time to comfort you. Do you miss me?"

"Ahem, cough, cough." The sixth-grade male prefect stopped talking, and just took a sip of wine with a wandering look.

"Hehehe..."

……

The upperclassmen were still talking about Bree and some other interesting things calmly, but the lowerclassmen were already getting weird.

"I heard that there is an arrogant guy in the first grade." The prefects of the second grade were very unhappy, and even a little angry. After all, this small banquet was prepared by their junior grades, and the senior grades just participated in it as a reward, and Bree Not showing up was a slap in the face, so the principals from the first to fourth years felt as if they had swallowed flies when they heard the conversation from the senior students, and could only maintain superficial etiquette.

"It's just a matter of getting praise in some classes, and completely disregarding Slytherin's rules. Very good. When he comes back, we should let him have a longer memory."

"It's not good to make too much noise."

"Shut up, what are you worried about? He's just a Muggle!"

The discussion here was heated, but Malfoy was silently drinking green apple juice and talking to Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass.

"Malfoy, you are the leader of the first grade, don't you have something to say?" The second grade prefect came over and said to Malfoy: "I don't think Mr. Malfoy will let such a stupid person go. Let people exist.”

Malfoy raised his head, smiled softly and said: "Oh, who do I think it is? It turns out to be Arnold Flint, the second-year prefect. Maybe you have forgotten that there is no chief in the first grade." Malfoy would not be so stupid. He continued sweetly, what's more, this Arnold Flint is just a branch of the Flint family, and his main family, the Flint family, doesn't have much face in front of the Malfoy family, let alone him.

Malfoy was always a little unsure about Bree, especially his eyes that would turn red, which made Malfoy very uneasy. He couldn't forget what happened in Diagon Alley. Maybe Bree was just teasing him at that time. But exactly like this, what will happen when Bree is really pissed off?

The Malfoy family has never been determined and always finds a path that benefits them, even in the quagmire.

"But you are Malfoy, a first year..."

"Shut up, Flint!" Before Malfoy could speak, Pansy Parkinson noticed Malfoy's disdain and disregard, and stopped Flint from pressing the question.

"Who do you think you are? You must know that this is Slytherin. Status and strength are equal. It's not like you could have pointed fingers at our Draco after enrolling a year earlier, like a fool."

Parkinson was still mean and arrogant, and seemed to be like this to everyone except Malfoy. As Parkinson spoke, Flint's face turned black and red, but he couldn't refute anything, because let alone Malfoy, He couldn't afford to offend even the Parkinson family, so he could only retreat reluctantly, but the anger in his eyes became even stronger.

"Damn boy, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have turned against Malfoy!"

Well, the fool has turned his ire on Bree Ord.

At this time, Brie's roommate Blaise Chabini said coldly: "Brie Oude was just sick and left the dormitory very early..."

"Don't make excuses for him. Slytherin only wants answers. He must respect Slytherin even if he is dying!"

Ha, Malfoy laughed on the side, and Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass also sneered.

(End of this chapter)