I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Of course the more powerful the magic, the better. Because only in this way can we survive in a cruel environment."

Owen looked at her and said seductively, "But as the creatures that could endanger mankind gradually became extinct, and the crisis of human existence turned from the outside to the inside, the development of magic changed.

After all, dealing with human wizards is much easier than dealing with a chimera.

As time goes by, ancient magic is naturally gradually forgotten. "

"I see." Hermione nodded, and she learned a new perspective on historical evolution.

However, although Owen had already explained it clearly, she was still a little worried: "Are these black magic?"

dark magic!

Is the subtext that these spells require emotions as a catalyst?

Why is black magic evil, because the emotions required to activate such magic are evil, and why anyone who uses the Killing Curse on a wizard, whether it kills someone or not, will be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Because when the wand lit up green, at that moment, his will to brutally kill others was clear.

And that was enough to be found guilty!

That's why Hermione cares about whether these magics are dark magic.

Because she didn't want to subtly become a dark wizard.

"Hmm - you can change the color of the spell to pink."

"." Hermione blushed and rolled her eyes at him - very charming.

"Okay! Although it has some impact, it's not what you think." Owen turned his head and said calmly.

"Really?" The little girl was still a little doubtful.

After all, powerful spells have various limitations.

She didn't believe that casting such a spell would be any more difficult than the levitating spell.

"Ahem." Owen coughed twice and straightened his back, trying to make himself look taller and more confident.

His arms dropped to his sides, his fingers wagging involuntarily.

He pretended to be calm and smiled back.

Then his face immediately changed, "Didn't you say you wanted to learn powerful spells? These three are the three most powerful spells in Origin Magic, and they are legendary level spells. Do you want to learn them or not!"

"I will learn from you!" She nodded affirmatively.

"Then study hard!" Owen hit her on the head, "Look at the wand, what do you think I'm doing? There's something wrong with my face!"

"Oh!" A certain witch covered her head and focused her attention on the boy's wand with drawn eyes.

The journey of learning magic with Owen was unforgettable.

Any little wizard will develop a sense of admiration when receiving his guidance.

He seems to know everything.

Not only in magic, but also in ancient history, secrets lost in time, etc.

He opens his mouth and comes.

You have to admit that Irving is really excellent, and he is excellent in all aspects. You can't find his shortcomings in a certain subject at all.

In the snow-covered winter, snowflakes are like countless dancing butterflies, falling on the eaves of the castle.

For the next time, the two of them stopped practicing magic in the Room of Requirement.

Unlike Owen, Hermione can easily grasp the power of spells. As a beginner, if she is allowed to cast spells unscrupulously in the Room of Requirement, this room that has been passed down for more than a thousand years may be destroyed by her hands.

In the end, they chose the Outer Forbidden Forest near Hagrid's hut.

Since then, Hagrid has become their support staff, and he can often see Owen and Hermione wearing thick woolen coats heading to the Forbidden Forest.

At the beginning, he would also verbally block it.

But after Owen explained that he was teaching Hermione to learn powerful spells, Hagrid's resistance suddenly dropped a lot.

He knew that Hermione had become a Hogwarts warrior. As a member of Hogwarts, he naturally hoped that Hogwarts could win the final championship cup.

Although Hagrid dislikes Owen very much, it is undeniable that he is capable of teaching Hermione at Hogwarts.

After that.

Hagrid chose to turn a blind eye to Owen and Hermione's frequent visits to the Forbidden Forest.

A few days later, he would even cook a pot of broth when the two returned.

In Hagrid's hut, Hermione and Owen were sitting on the sofa together.

Miss Granger stood close to the warm fire, her face rosy in the dancing firelight.

Outside the house, the blizzard was like a group of dancing white ghosts. They roared and hit the windows frantically, making rustling sounds.

But the warmth inside the house is like a protective shield, blocking out the cold, leaving only silence and comfort.

She held a bowl of hot broth in her hand and blew on it gently. The small water droplets floated away in the heat of the soup, as if they had gained life.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation and satisfaction, and every time she took a sip of broth, the corners of her mouth would slightly raise, revealing a touch of joy. Her fingers trembled slightly on the edge of the bowl, not because of the cold, but because of the excitement and anticipation in her heart.

Of course it was more likely that someone was right next to her.

"I'm warning you, don't teach Hermione any dark magic. If I find out, I will notify Dumbledore immediately." Hagrid was still worried that Miss Granger might fall into the dark wizard's trap.

While speaking seriously, he also handed Owen a bowl of broth.

"That's not black magic!" someone emphasized.

But it is impossible to say that it has no impact on emotions. Stargazers will be attracted by the stars and gradually become obsessed with them and become withdrawn.

However - Owen glanced at the cheerful man, and did not put down his wand while drinking the broth.

The grapevine wand in her hand was glowing with aqua blue light, and there were two small, glowing comets about the size of a thumb, circling around the wand.

Well - it looks like Miss Granger is unaffected.

"Oh! By the way, how was the discussion between Dumbledore and the other principals on the first level?" He took a sip of the broth. It was very salty and had a strong meaty aroma.

"There's a big difference." Hagrid sat in his armchair, Fang lying at his feet and nibbling a piece of fresh meat.

"And it was not Dumbledore who primarily designed the exam questions."

"Who is that?" Owen asked curiously.

"Who else could it be?" He glared at Owen. Immediately someone understood it immediately.

"He always says it's too easy, too easy. Then he keeps increasing the difficulty. Oh! I don't think even Aurors can pass the test he proposed in the previous seminar."

"The level of the little wizards is increasing year by year. If it is still the same difficulty as before, it will be too easy for them. It is okay to increase the difficulty appropriately."

"I know." Hagrid gasped and said in a rough voice, "But we must also respect reality!"

"You are still students, not Aurors."

It seemed that Hagrid was very dissatisfied with the content of the game.

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head and whispered to Owen, "You should go find the new alchemy professor, he is the Dark Lord's man through and through.

He is making key props for the game. If you want Hogwarts to win. "

Hagrid winked at him, and there was no need to explain the profound meaning in it.

"No problem, I'll go find him."

Owen also showed a meaningful smile.

At this time, the blizzard outside became more intense, but the temperature inside always remained comfortable.

Hermione's breath formed a faint mist in the air, like some mysterious spell. Her heart beat faster under the stimulation of hot soup and magic, a rhythm of expectation and challenge.

She looked out the window, and there seemed to be a vague figure crossing the sky in the wind and snow. Its snow-white body blended into the snowflakes. If you didn't observe carefully enough, you wouldn't be able to find it at all.

"How's Hermione doing with your spell learning?"

Hagrid rubbed Yaya's head, then took the piece of meat from its mouth and threw it further. As expected, the foodie dog slowly and leisurely chased the piece of meat.

Upon hearing this, Miss Granger lowered her head in shame. It was unclear whether it was because the spell was too difficult or because the learning process was too ambiguous.

"Oh! You know." Owen lay on the sofa, huddled in the beaver skin behind him, waiting for the snow to stop, "The magic that Miss Granger can't do hasn't been invented yet!"

"That's right!" Hagrid nodded and said in agreement.

When Hermione started to feel her neck burning after hearing this, he smiled and looked at her with concern.

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The following days passed quickly.

The course schedule at Hogwarts is full, and it seems that the professor is planning to make up for the delays caused by holding the competition by adding one-third more courses.

Alchemy classes finally resumed in November.

As the new alchemy professor who replaced Dumbledore, Victor was not respected by the young wizards at first.

He looked too young.

Some are as big as seventh grade.

And alchemy is a profound subject, and it is simply unrealistic to achieve brilliant achievements at such a young age.

Therefore, most of the young wizards who took this course only thought that he was recruited by Dumbledore to support them.

I didn't expect Victor to have much talent.

Until the first class.

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In a real dark wizard's classroom.

At the entrance, there are three eye-catching glass tanks in the corner. The green liquid inside contains organs mixed with flesh and metal, covering several walls.

A gurney, its leather covered in blood, and a mechanical drill, lay quietly in the middle of the room.

Dozens of dismantled and scattered limbs of some kind of creature were hung on every wall. For Victor, his classroom may have been the sanctuary for his most creative and momentous experiments, but he could also imagine that it might scare young children.

"Ah~~~" Most of the little wizards who enter the alchemy classroom will scream like this.

Then I want to escape from here.

But when they poured into the classroom and didn't respond, Owen closed the door.

Then he would look at the many little wizards with a half-smile.

There are many young wizards who choose alchemy this year, including all four houses, including Hermione, George and Fred.

What makes Owen even more excited is that most wizards from the other three schools have also taken this course. After all, most of them are sixth- and seventh-year wizards. Taking this course is perfectly normal.

This includes three warriors, Fleur, Krum and Koatl.

The former was born in Beauxbatons, where alchemy was prosperous, so of course he would be curious about the alchemy class at Hogwarts. The latter was probably Grindelwald who signed him up. Poor Krum had no choice.

As for Koyatel?

She may have come to this class with the mentality of seeing a joke, because she really dislikes Hogwarts.

now--

In the classroom, the desks were removed.

Replaced with a flat table.

There are all kinds of alchemy equipment on the table. Of course - these are not important. What is important is that there is a corpse on the table.

Yes - one of Ta Miao's corpses.

Victor picked up something that looked like a Muggle flashlight and pressed the switch on the top of it. The flashlight immediately emitted an extremely delicate red light, and the red light cut through the shell of the Acromantula steadily and accurately.

Suddenly, a lingering smell of burning meat wafted through the classroom.

The little wizards hid their noses and backed away, but he remained calm and composed and began to dismantle the giant spider's limbs.

In a moment, the table was half full of giant spiders

Later, Victor took the alchemy machine he placed on the table and embedded the machine into the giant spider's body.

The little wizard may not be used to such a scene, but Victor - is seeing blood vessels and tendons interlaced and fused with mechanical enhancements. Instead of being afraid or shrinking, he felt a sense of accomplishment because he saw the seamless integration between synthetic materials and biological materials.

Victor kept his left hand still and adjusted the silver dial of the iris lens with his right hand. This device adjusts the light path through a set of reflective lenses, allowing him to see the classroom clearly.

"This Acromantula has a serious heart disease. It is parasitized by a magical plant."

The classroom was so quiet that there was an echo even if a pin dropped.

The little wizards held their breath and stared blankly at Victor at the table.

"Now, I will use an alchemical machine to replace its heart." As Victor said, he reached deep into his arm and inserted a 'mechanical heart' as big as a pumpkin into the body of the small car-sized Acromantula in front of him.

"Professor, will it come back to life?" Owen enthusiastically rushed to the front line, staring directly at the bloody thing on the desk. The ugly thing that hit him did not dampen his enthusiasm. Instead, he was still on the sidelines.

Owen picked up a bone carving knife and handed it over.

"It's dead, Sanchez!" Victor took the knife, and then slowly scratched the wound at the heart of the giant spider he had just created. A magical scene appeared. The knife scratched, and not only was there no wound, but it was still there. Under the stimulation of weak electric current, the knife edge healed extremely quickly.

"It's amazing!" Owen looked at the wound carefully. It was obvious that the knife in his hand was also a magic item.

"But you can make it into an alchemy puppet," he said.

"It will be more reliable than any spell."

"Cool!" Owen sighed, and then said with a smile on his face, "Professor, what if it is a human? In other words, can this kind of puppet retain the original abilities of magical animals? Or can it only become an unconscious creature that relies on biting? beast?"

He said it kindly, but the words were like thunder exploding in the little wizard's ears.

Everyone turned their attention to him.

The eyes looking at him were more or less filled with a hint of fear.

"Some qualities can be retained, regarding the ability of the body, such as: Zuowu's ability to change shape, Yeqi's ability to see the dead clearly, and the fire dragon's breath of flames, but some about the soul, such as Qilin's ability to distinguish good from evil will be lost.”

"However." He paused, "Ancient magic may have different effects. That kind of magic has a wonderful transformation effect on organisms. It may be possible to achieve the highest work of alchemy, the creation of souls."

"Really?" Owen nodded, stretched out his hand to stroke the puppet Acromantula, and all kinds of little thoughts suddenly came to his mind.

Create a soul!

This is the pinnacle of alchemy that even the Three Sacred Artifacts have not achieved.

The Resurrection Stone is a powerful tool used to create the Inferi, but it only summons the soul of the deceased, rather than creating a soul that is completely controlled by the caster.

There was a time when Voldemort held the Resurrection Stone, but because no one ever loved him, neither his father nor his mother.

Therefore, he did not see the soul of the deceased and knew nothing about the secret of the Resurrection Stone.

Just missed an army of Inferi.

"Ugh~~~"

Suddenly there were bursts of retching sounds in the classroom.

The faces of the little wizards were pale, and few of them were still calm.

Even though the little wizard at Hogwarts has seen a lot in the past few years, he has never seen such a battle.

It's not gory, it's not disgusting.

But - why would someone calmly take apart the poor Acromantula bit by bit, like taking apart a machine, and place the parts all over the table bit by bit.

This is no longer bloody, but terrifying.

Miss Granger's face looked equally ugly. Her lips were white, but she looked stronger than other little wizards.

The biggest reaction was undoubtedly the young wizards from other colleges.

Especially the wizards of Beauxbatons.

This kind of bloody scene was something they had never seen before. All of them couldn't stop shaking.

Compared to Beauxbatons, the other two colleges are much better.

Especially Ilvermorny.

The girl named Koyatel just frowned slightly. Although she also showed signs of discomfort, she didn't mean to panic at all.

This actually aroused Owen's curiosity.

What on earth had she gone through to be able to remain motionless when faced with such a bloody scene.

"Ancient magic not only possesses huge energy, but also has the ability to control matter. Many technologies that cannot be achieved by conventional magic can be easily broken through ancient magic."

Victor continued.

After hearing this, Irving has not yet reacted.

The girl from Ilvermorny was the first to speak, "How to manipulate matter? Do you need a special spell?"

Her voice is gentle, her posture is upright and elegant, and Ilvermorny's school uniform looks as luxurious as a dress when she wears it.

"No special spell is needed. You just need to adjust the magic power." Victor just looked up at her, then turned around and started writing and drawing on the blackboard.

Under the blessing of the magic spell, dense alchemical rules and calculation formulas automatically began to appear on the blackboard.

It feels like being in an advanced mathematics classroom.