I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

Carl held the silver stirring rod and looked at the stove in front of him and the cauldron on the stove. There were some parameters recorded in the notebook next to him. If there were no problems, it should be done.

Carl compared the manuscript given to him by Nicolas Flamel and the manuscript he supplemented later, fearing that there would be some problems. After all, Christmas was coming soon. If he failed again this time, it would be difficult for him to deal with it.

Now his experimental failures were like drinking water and eating. He did not make many alchemical products, but failed products with different explosion effects were piled up one after another.

Will he change his career to become a blasting expert in the future?

He checked the two manuscripts in turn. When he was sure that there was no problem, Carl put the manuscript down and moved his slightly stiff hands.

"This place is so cold. Didn't Slytherin consider constant temperature when building the Chamber of Secrets?" Although he used the insulation spell, the feeling of coldness could not be changed anyway.

Especially the basilisk always liked to stick to him with his cold body. Didn't he know how cold his body was? It's not summer now.

It seems that I have to consider keeping the secret room warmer.

Oh, yes, and the dragon baby who is still a stone statue now. Carl has prepared the mandrake resurrection agent, but Carl does not want to revive him now, because the score of the immunity ring has not been completed, and he is a young dragon. Carl has no way to control him, and whether he can make him wear the immunity ring obediently is a problem.

It would be great if it could be worn by the basilisk. At least the basilisk is more obedient and should not take off the immunity ring. Oh, wait a minute, why not?

What if the formation is transformed? It can be immune to the effects of the basilisk itself, combined with the formation that eliminates the spell, and then the magic circuit can be modified. Maybe it can be turned on and off...

This is a wonderful idea. Carl always has one or two inspirations suddenly.

[Host, although 0025 does not mean to disturb you, your alchemy furnace and the cauldron on the alchemy furnace seem to be about to explode. ], just when Carl was thinking absentmindedly, the mechanical sound in his brain suddenly reminded him.

"Oh, no no no no no no, my ring!" Carl's thoughts were pulled back. He immediately picked up the wand and began to control the frequency of the furnace.

Although Carl was nervous and even screaming, his hands were very steady. He drew out the spell to separate the ring from the waste produced by the fusion little by little to maintain the stability of the furnace.

His technique was smooth and smooth, and he almost immediately suppressed the crisis of the furnace exploding.

"Very perfect. If nothing goes wrong, it will be almost done in five minutes..." This was his hard work for several months. He made dozens of attempts during this period. Although the exploration process was tortuous, he finally completed the work.

"This is about the value here." Carl recorded the last stroke on the paper with many drawings in front of him, and put it into the notebook with satisfaction.

When he cleaned up everything, the furnace also had some reaction. The alchemy pot showed a plane with a strange luster, which slowly became immersed from boiling. After slowly drying, Carl took out a ring with strange patterns from the broken pages and residues at the bottom of the pot.

Carl used very stable gold ore as the main body of the ring, and added a little iridium iron to enhance the conduction of magic. However, the only drawback is that it may be useless after a few uses due to unstable magic, but it is enough, at least longer than the normal aging agent.

Carl checked it again along the lines above, and after confirming that there was no problem, he slowly put the ring on his finger. He made it the size of the little finger, which is the least conspicuous here.

Now there is only practice left, I wonder if there will be any problems?

Carl thought so, and his body immediately changed slightly after wearing the ring, and the discomfort caused by the change...

It can be said that he has almost gotten used to it. The pain of growing up will not be more severe than that of Animagus, and the slight discomfort did not even make Carl frown.

He just felt a little traction on his body, and then his sight seemed to be raised. After a while, Carl looked at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar hand and nodded with satisfaction.

"0025 succeeded, right?" He specifically asked 0025. After all, he couldn't ask the basilisk. In the eyes of the basilisk, Carl's changes could be regarded as no changes.

[Very successful, host, almost the same as your adult body preset by the system. ], 0025 scanned Carl's body, which was his habit.

He had to be 100% sure of Carl's physical condition.

And the answer was obvious. With Nicolas Flamel's remote guidance,With his precise control, Carl's initial alchemy products were completely flawless, and could even be mistaken for the real thing among those who knew a little bit about it.

Carl's age was set to be about ten years older, at an age that was very suitable for anything, but not too young, otherwise many things would be unconvincing.

"That would be great!" Carl said happily, but then he suddenly thought of something very important.

No need to change clothes, because he had put on a loose robe in advance.

Carl didn't even need to look in the mirror to know what he looked like now, because he had seen it in the system world, and the most important thing he cared about was...

"You mean the same as the adult body preset by the system?"

[Yes, that's right. 】

Carl slowly approached the wall, where there was a scale that he had slid through the Galaxy Sword. That was his height, without the age-increasing ring...

Carl slowly put his finger over it, and then found that his height had not increased much, "Why... why is this, I won't be shorter than Harry in the future..."

Carl felt his heart was about to fall apart when he thought of this heartbreaking bad news. He had been wrong in this life.

0025 looked at the host who was gradually becoming emo. In fact, his face was not suitable for making such an expression now.

Carl completely inherited the advantages of his parents' appearance. Whether it was the bridge of the nose or the upturned eyes, these should have been the standard for handsome guys, but now the owner of the standard face for handsome guys is actually humming and acting as a comedian here.

What on earth are you doing with your face? If 0025 was more humane, he would definitely complain like this.

"I obviously drink milk well, go to bed early and get up early, and supplement rich protein..." Carl had some resentment, and his slightly lowered eyes made him look a little dangerous. If you ignore the lines in his mouth, it is indeed like that.

"Why am I so short?!" Carl began to try to find something to vent, but there was really nothing around to vent, so he could only calm down in the end.

[Host, think positively, I actually think your milk offensive is still useful. You are one centimeter taller than the system expects. I checked carefully and found this fact. ], This is of course a lie. There is nothing wrong with his prediction, but if a lie can comfort the lost host, then 0025 will say something to make him happy.

"Really?" Carl asked, he had some expectations.

[Fake. ], 0025 replied.

[Host knows that I am coaxing you, so don't ask next time, just listen to it and feel better. ], 0025 said.

"Damn... you're too serious. Just lie next time. What will happen if I stay in my dream for a while longer?" Carl took off the ring, and his body returned to its original state as the ring fell off.

[I will judge for myself. Thank you for the host's advice. ] Although I said so, to be honest, Carl still doesn't know 0025's judgment criteria.

Carl looked at the system interface with frustration, but didn't say anything harsh. After all, 0025 was really impeccable to him, helping him grow, helping him with alchemy, and helping him adjust parameters.

Even avoided several fatal alchemy crises.

He is a rare good assistant. Even his shortcoming of not being a human is an advantage in a sense.

He slowly left the secret room and carefully put away the ring he had finally made. Although this one is very precious, the most precious one is indeed...

Carl picked out the very ordinary ring that Sever gave him from his clothes. He looked at the ring with a smile on his face, and a few bright little flowers almost bloomed next to it.

This is the most precious ring.

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"Hello, I heard that there are magic wands for sale here? I want to buy one." A man in a black robe came to a narrow stall in Knockturn Alley. His black robe hat half covered his face. Only the lower half of his face could be seen. He was probably a very good-looking young man.

Compared with a proper magic wand shop, this small stall seemed very sloppy.

Many magic wands were scattered on the table in a messy manner, with almost no protection. The seller did not even plan to maintain and care for them.

The man selling magic wands looked at the visitor and just raised his head lazily, looking like he had not woken up yet. "Try it. Whether you can pick a suitable one is another matter. After all, I am not a serious magic wand seller."

"It doesn't matter. It's good enough to be able to buy it." The buyer seemed very good-tempered for the seller's rudeness. He was not angry at all but very polite.

Hearing the gentle and polite answer from the other side, the seller instantly became energetic. Most of the people who can come to Knockturn Alley to buy wands are desperate criminals, after all, their own wands are no longer usable.

But the man in front of him didn't look like him at all. Even though his face couldn't be seen clearly because of the black robe, his gentle and polite words made him look more like a little sheep who had strayed into a wolf's nest than a wolf.

Could it be a fat lamb? The owner of the stall thought while greedily looking at the black-robed man in front of him. He watched the black-robed man choosing a wand with interest. He didn't have anything that a desperate person should have on his hands. Only the young masters and young ladies of the nobles would want to maintain it.

The wizards or dark wizards who come to Knockturn Alley all have a thin layer of calluses on their hands, which are left by waving wands or doing other "rough work".

The stall owner almost immediately came to his own conclusion. The young master in front of him should be a lamb raised by a family, and he might have escaped today without his parents' knowledge.

He probably thought he was in the corner of Diagon Alley. It was not like there had been such naive fat sheep falling in before. Of course, after that, all the money of the little fat sheep was divided up by them.

Of course, the fat sheep survived. Everyone was still sensible. Anyway, killing the fat sheep would not make more money. Everyone was still sensible.

The stall owner looked at the man in the black robe in front of him with some pity, and showed a malicious expression. Alas, there was no way. Who made you get lost in Knockturn Alley?

But that little money should not be a big deal for the young master in front of him, right?

Being robbed by him was not bad. At least he was kind and tight-lipped. As long as the young master kept all the money, he would definitely "kindly" send the young master out of Knockturn Alley.

And the person under the black robe was Carl. It was very necessary to cover his face. His face was still too recognizable. Thanks to the inheritance of Ceci and Leah, his eyes were very iconic.

If he was a familiar person, he could almost recognize him by his eyes at a glance.

But it was no problem to cover it with a black robe. More importantly, he was wearing a pair of sunglasses. It must be said that this pair of sunglasses is really universal. As long as it is fixed on the head, it is no problem.

Carl was thinking about these while choosing a wand.

Carl did not fail to see the stall owner's malicious eyes while choosing a wand, but he did not take it seriously. Before coming to Knockturn Alley, he had intensively brushed the mines without using potions. Speaking of which, his combat ability should be no less than most people.

However, he really wanted to know what the stall owner wanted to do. Although Carl looked unguarded, the Galaxy Sword in his backpack had been prepared long ago. Even if the stall owner wanted to do something unfavorable, he could react immediately.

Looking at Carl who seemed to be unguarded, the shop owner became more and more certain of his judgment. A young master who strayed into Knockturn Alley without knowing it could be killed.

Thinking that he might make a lot of money later, his mood was much better.

After watching Carl try them one by one, the stall owner slowly spoke, "Do you feel good, sir? These are all good stuff."

This is quite like a woman selling melons. Carl is not easy to fool. He knows clearly that most of the wands sold by the stall owner in front of him are just barely usable.

Don't compare the convenience with your own wand. Even if Carl takes Sif's wand now, it is better than any of the ones here.

Among this pair of broken copper and iron, the tallest one among the short ones is only this poplar wood one. It is of moderate length and the wand core is probably more suitable for him.

Carl picked it and planned to pay, "I want this one, how much is it?"

But the stall owner reversed, "Sir, this is not allowed. The rule of our store is that you have to buy it as long as you try it."

"Oh? What's the reason? Are you forcing me to buy or sell?" Carl said. He weighed the wand in his hand. It was not convenient, but it was barely usable.

The shop owner immediately took up his wand in a threatening manner, with a fierce look on his face, "It seems that you don't know where you are?"

After all, if you accidentally enter this place, you can't get out without losing a layer of skin. The stall owner was just about to persuade the pampered young master in front of him to put down his weapon and take out money to avoid some physical pain.

But the person in front of him suddenly played a disarmament spell. Before he could react and take back his wand, he was held at the throat by a sharp iron sword.

"Of course I know, it's Knockturn Alley." The person in front of him said slowly, with a somewhat cold tone, and he didn't forget to step on his wand with his leather shoes, and then continued to threaten.

"Don't think about taking it back. Guess which is faster, your spell or my sword?Quick?"

"Just buy one wand, that shouldn't be a problem, right?"