The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

"That's it?! No more doing anything?" Andersen asked curiously.

"Don't worry, he's only eleven years old. If you press him too hard all of a sudden, it may trigger his rebellious psychology and run directly to Lockhart. That would be more gain than loss."

"Well..." Andersen nodded after listening to Linde's words, but then thought, "Then he won't go to Lockhart?"

"Most likely not. He should understand tonight that neither I nor Lockhart can manipulate him. Now being two-faced is his best choice."

"As long as one side doesn't collapse, he will always be two-faced with a sense of luck, right!" Andersen also thought of the follow-up. "But he is only eleven years old, can he think of so much?"

"Yes!" Linde smiled.

Judging from what is happening now, this Colin Creevey is a person with a little bit of brains.

Not long after returning to the lounge, it was time for curfew. Colin came back not long after Linde came back, and seemed to have regained his composure.

Linde glanced out the window.

The full moon is tomorrow night.

On Harry's side, they were still talking about finding the basilisk, Hermione was still trying to stop them, Ron had been instigated, and the situation was now three to one.

And it is foreseeable that Harry will be wandering at night these days, in order to look for the poor basilisk.

Lind returned to a familiar corner and simulated the operation of refining the medicine tomorrow over and over again in his mind. At the same time, he was thinking about another thing.

Should I tell Dumbledore about Lockhart?

First of all, he was not sure who Dumbledore believed, and he didn't know whether Dumbledore was willing to help him. Even if Dumbledore is willing to help him, what will be the subsequent cost?

To be honest, he owed Dumbledore enough.

Let’s investigate further! In Hogwarts, safety should be guaranteed...

The next day, early in the morning.

Simply speaking, the weather is very good today. The moon is very round and bright.

Linde carried the box and walked slowly to the astronomy tower. After repeatedly confirming that there was no one around, Linde carefully moved away the astrolabes, star trackers, globes and astronomical telescopes using a floating spell, and made a clear space on the astronomical tower under the moonlight.

"Be sure to pay attention to whether there is anyone around you!" Linde repeatedly warned Andersen.

Thinking about it, he could only blame himself secretly for not learning the sound barrier spell yet.

After finishing his instructions, Linde put on his black robe and hat and wrapped himself up. Then, his body gradually swelled under the robe.

The only exposed arms and face were covered with scales, the hands were webbed, and the face had long tentacles, like octopus legs. They were hanging outside the robe, swinging a little dishonestly.

The wriggling of these tentacles is like a person's breathing. It will remain in this state without active control.

Then, Linde opened the box and climbed out.

After a while, he moved the big water tank out directly. When leaving the mouth of the box, just like Doraemon taking out a large prop, the water tank gradually returns to its original size as it leaves the mouth of the box.

Linde kept the water tank as stable as possible, because there was still a crucible inside, and inside the crucible was the medicinal solution he had prepared before.

puff!

With a small sound of gas squeezing, Linde finally lowered the water tank and placed it in the open space of the astronomy tower.

Lind glanced at the moon. The location is just right, now to the next hour or so. This is the best time for moonlight in this place tonight.

These were determined by his visits last night and during the day. At Hogwarts, this is the place where the moonlight is best at this hour.

And besides here, there is no other place that is higher than here.

Thinking about it, Linde glanced around. Andersen's absence means there is no problem.

After that, he quickly returned to the box. Take out the gillyweed.

In fact, this step is very simple.

Plant the gillweed in this thick whale blood.

After two days of refinement, the whale blood has become thicker, like mud. The fragments of mandrake leaves inside were also gone. Linde was reminded of a poem.

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

Come and give me gill-protecting grass!

Thinking about this, Lind opened the bottle, grabbed the gillyweed, and inserted it directly into the whale blood mud.

Gillweed does not have specific rhizomes. Its planting is a bit like the stem of a strawberry. It can live in the soil.

However, any part of the gillgrass can be put into the soil. Not limited to stems and leaves. The soil now is thick whale blood.

After inserting the gill grass into it, Linde pulled it open and spread the exposed part as much as possible to facilitate the absorption of moonlight.

After doing this, Linde took out his hand. With a flick of his forearm, the wand from his robe was flung out and he held it firmly.

Point the tip of the stick at the moon in the sky, wave it slowly, and mutter something in his mouth,

"The light is coming!"

The moonlight, which was like silver threads, seemed to be drawn by something, and actively gathered towards the tip of Linde's staff. Linde's surroundings seemed to be a little darker.

But the tip of his staff was getting brighter and brighter. It was as if the silvery moonlight had been woven into a curtain by ingenious hands.

This spell is used to focus light.

Lind suspected that Dumbledore's Deluminator was related to this spell.

Thinking, Lind's hands did not stop. His magic wand slowly pulled the moonlight curtain and led it to the crucible in the water tank.

After slightly adjusting the refraction of the water, the moonlight curtains began to gather in the crucible in the water tank under Lind's command.

The brightness of the moonlight seemed to reach a limit and no longer brightened, but kept the dazzling light.

And they gathered at the mouth of the crucible, as if Lind had refined some extraordinary good things with halo special effects.

Lind was motionless like a stone statue, and the moonlight kept running towards the crucible under his command.

This is the difficulty of this step.

When the sac grass bears fruit, it will be over.

Normal sac grass will not bear fruit, but Lind wants the fruit of abnormal sac grass.

And the moonlight is an extremely important part of the alienation of sac grass, and it is also a catalyst for it to bear fruit, which is indispensable.

Lind didn't know when it would end. According to the records in the book, and translated by the common knowledge of the fishman culture of the little fishman Green, it would take one to two hours.

It should be possible. As long as the amount of magic power flowing out is maintained steadily, it is relatively easy to control.

After all, the Focusing Spell, that is, the Light Surge Spell, is not a difficult spell.

Of course, these are all his guesses. The original record uses something called a moonstone to achieve high-intensity moonlight convergence.

So Lind estimated that the time span of his Focusing Spell was very large. There are many variables, such as the difference between the Focusing Spell and the Moonstone, the time concept gap between the fishman culture and the human culture, etc.

Anyway, Lind is ready for failure. If it still doesn't work this time, then next time he will set up multiple convex lenses, that is, magnifying glasses to try to focus light.

The advantage of the magnifying glass is that the focusing is more stable, but the disadvantage is that the direction must be adjusted as the moon rises and falls...

Of course, this is a backup. Instead of thinking about these things, you still have to do your best to do the things in front of you.

Then, under the strong control of the brain block technique, Lind directly eliminated distracting thoughts and instantly entered an immersive casting state.

Time passed little by little, and suddenly, there was a clattering sound of footsteps on the spiral staircase of the tower.

Filch patrolled here.

Just as he was about to continue to go up, he suddenly heard a murmur in the corridor not far below him.

"We... kitchen... hehe!"

The distance was a bit far, and Filch could not hear clearly, but it was certain that this was definitely an unruly little guy.

Thinking of this, Filch silently opened his mouth wide, and his mouth corners were stretched to the maximum, which was very scary. He panted heavily, and he was afraid that he would laugh and scare away the bad boy below.

At the same time, he turned his head and was about to go down.

"Lorris, go!" Filch saw that his cat was still looking at the tower, so he called softly.

Mrs. Norris heard the call of her master, and then reluctantly turned around and followed her master's pace.

Filch naturally didn't notice its abnormality. Now he was only thinking about how to deal with the bad guys below after catching them.

They are more than one person!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help rubbing his hands.

After a while, there were sounds of chasing and Filch's low shouts below.

It seems that he didn't catch the "little guys who wandered at night"

After a while, Andersen flew back again. Listening to Filch's low curses below, he showed a very human sneer.

The "little guys who wandered at night" just now were Andersen's work. Crows are best at mimicking.

Thinking of this, Andersen turned his head and looked up again. There, Lind had been standing like a statue for almost an hour. His face was pale and sweat kept coming out of his face. The fish-man state also faded early!

How long will it take?

Andersen didn't know, and Lind didn't know either...

Plop!

The sound of something suddenly emerging from the water woke Lind up. I saw a blood-red round fruit slightly smaller than a fist floating on the water tank.

The fruit looked as if it had been soaked in thick blood for many years. Just floating there, it made people feel uncomfortable instinctively, as if they had seen some visually impactful pictures, such as the "Don't Search" series circulated in the previous life.

Huh!

Linde breathed a sigh of relief and could no longer maintain the spell. The condensed moonlight dispersed, and he collapsed to the ground.

Barely holding the water tank to stand up, Linde took out a clean glass jar from his waist bag and filled it with some water. He carefully picked up the fruit with his hands.

The fruit was delicate, and Linde squeezed it slightly. It just felt like it was filled with water.

That's the feeling.

In addition to a layer of blood-red skin, this fruit is full of liquid, a liquid with a lower density than water. These are all recorded in the book.

Thinking of this, Linde smiled. He carefully placed the fruit in the jar.

At the same time, the corridor was also filled with the rapid and unpleasant sounds of cats and Filch.

Andersen flew up and cooed.

"He tried to stop him, but he thought that the guy up there couldn't escape this time. Let's catch the guy up there first!"

"Tsk!"

Lind curled his lips. This Filch was really annoying.

I was attracted by the fact that Linde had just lost his strength and collapsed to the ground. Thinking of this, Linde's right head still hurt a little, and it would probably be swollen tomorrow.

Then, he quickly put away the jars containing the fruits. He used up his last bit of strength to transform into a fishman. He pushed the water tank directly into the box.

Bang!

There was a sound of broken glass. But Linde closed the box very quickly. The sound was not so crisp and harsh, but rather dull.

Only Filch, who was awake, could hear it.

The water tank is temporarily useless, so let's just leave it like that! Let's clean it up first.

And Andersen's side.

Ugh! Ugh!

Andersen vomited a big "egg".

The egg grew rapidly, like an uncontrolled cancerous tumor, but in the blink of an eye, it was the size of Linde's head. In another blink of an eye. The diameter has exceeded the length of Linde's chest.

The tentacles pierced out from all sides of the meat ball, like a shell breaking. A large Andersen drilled out from it.

At the same time, the originally small Andersen fell to the ground and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, bleeding and pus. These blood and pus evaporated and disappeared visibly.

In the end, only the skin of the small Andersen was left.

The large Andersen used the tentacles in his mouth to roll up the skin of the small one and the flesh shell that had just nurtured him, and took them directly into the abdominal cavity.

Andersen looked at Lind and spread his wings. Lind no longer hesitated, picked up the box, ran hard, and flew directly out of the castle.