Phyllis carefully placed the bottle of potion on the table next to her, took out another piece of parchment, and laid it flat on the table. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info With the progress of society, wizards have used better quality modern paper when carving magic arrays, but when performing some ancient and powerful magic, parchment paper can always give people a special sense of reassurance, and it is not clear whether this is a psychological effect or really useful.

Ordered from an ancient workshop in Greece through Beaugin's magic shop, this parchment was not a product of modern industry, but was handmade using primitive methods, and she also made it with a potion to soak it to achieve its desired magical resonance.

Phyllis had put a lot of thought into this set, especially the parchment, which she had ordered a hundred at first, but by the end only three had reached the perfect magical resonance, and the rest were scrapped. But in fact, Phyllis doesn't have anything to use "dreams" to analyze, the reason why she went to such a great effort to make such a precious potion was that someone ordered it through Bojin, but when she made it, the guy didn't want it, but fortunately, she paid a large amount of liquidated damages, and Phyllis finally didn't lose too much, and the raw materials used to make this set of things were more expensive than one another.

The purpose of this set was very narrow, and no other buyer could be found, so Phyllis put the "dreamland" potion and parchment in the storage room of her ancestral home. While studying the note, Phyllis unraveled a spell for parsing - to be exact, only one of the spells she had dismantled seemed to be a bit reliable, at least not to explode and kill herself after reciting the spell - just in time to try.

Phyllis picked up the crystal bottle and carefully sprayed the potion on the body of the dementor, under the stimulation of the potion, the dementor suddenly "excited", more precisely, it went crazy, like a frog thrown into boiling water, desperately escaping, it began to frantically hit the magic circle that bound it.

What's going on? Phyllis wondered, the Dementors weren't trying to break through the restraints, but were just trying to bump into something in a random way to relieve some kind of irritation. This shouldn't be, a very important reason why this potion is called "dream" is that it has a strong sleep-suppressing effect when analyzing living creatures, and can make the soul of a creature be analyzed unconsciously. In fact, the main purpose of this potion is to analyze mystical creatures, and it is very gentle, and does not cause irreversible damage to the object. Of course, the spell that Phyllis dismantled from that note is different, the dark magic is powerful and domineering, and using it to analyze the fate of this dementor will inevitably be scattered.

Maybe it's because the Dementor is a very special creature, Phyllis thought, she can't stop since she started, and she doesn't need the Dementor's cooperation anyway.

Phyllis recited the spell that was parsed from the note, and with her right hand the wand drew out mysterious magic words in mid-air, and with her left hand, she took out a handful of golden dust from a small pocket and gently scattered it, which was made from the withered leaves of the golden long-necked wheat as the main raw material and the conseil stone as a catalyst, and the note said that this thing helped to stabilize the spell.

To Phyllis's surprise, this simple dismantling of the analysis spell required a huge amount of magic support, accompanied by a huge consumption of mental power, and after only ten minutes of persistence, she obviously felt mentally exhausted.

The exhaustion of the soul brought about all-round weakness, but Phyllis's wand-wielding hand remained steady, without a trace of shaking. With the portrayal of Phyllis, dark golden stripes appeared on the body of the Dementor, or on the cloak, those stripes were not stationary, but slowly expanded, at this time the Dementor's reaction became more and more intense, and a powerful dark force was unleashed, which should be its original power, and it seems that this guy intends to die together.

I don't know how much it was stimulated, this dementor cast all its power at once, and the holy light magic array depicted by Phyllis was just using ordinary ink, and it looked like it was about to be unable to hold on.

Another accident appeared, this kind of experiment that has not been done at all will always have all kinds of problems, but at this time, the analysis magic has been carried out for almost half of the time, and it cannot be stopped halfway, otherwise what has been done before will be useless, and with such a powerful black magic, Phyllis doesn't know what kind of backlash she will encounter.

Fortunately, I encountered it myself, I really don't know how those wizards dealt with all kinds of troubles encountered in the experiment before, Phyllis sighed, closed her eyes slightly, and a translucent illusory figure walked out of her. The girl resembles her, but is a little cuter, she is the owner of the Heart of Light, one of the two consciousnesses of the Good Instinct, Koyama. After Xiaoshan came out, she directly took over the control of the Holy Light Magic Array, and the Heart of Holy Light was the most suitable for her, and only she could exert the full power of this powerful holy object. Thanks to Xiao Shan's efforts, the magic circle finally stabilized, and at the same time, some wonderful lines appeared on the parchment.

Although there were some surprises, the results were finally out, and Phyllis didn't bother to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead, staring at the parchment, trying to understand the meaning of the lines. This method of analysis is very powerful, whether it is a magic item, a magical creature, or even a smart race, it can parse something, but the problem is that what is analyzed depends on their own experience, some wizards can get inspiration to invent a new powerful magic, and some can only see a lot of ghost drawings, and the bad thing is that the probability of the latter situation is very high.

Fortunately, Phyllis's understanding is good, or maybe she is lucky, she really sees something in those messy lines. This seems to be a method of soul sucking, is it the so-called Dementor Kiss?

Just as Phyllis saw something, the whole parchment suddenly burned, and at the same time, with a terrible scream, the soul of the dementor was completely drained, and turned into a handful of white ashes.

The experiment ended, although it ended a little inexplicably, but it didn't cause a backlash, and Phyllis, who was relaxed, felt intensely tired, which was the result of consuming a lot of mental energy.

Phyllis beckoned to return the hill to hers, then hastily cleaned up, leaned against the wall, and walked out into the room on the right, which had been arranged as a bedroom where Phyllis rested.

Throwing herself on the bed, Phyllis rubbed her brows in pain, mental wear and tear is not to say that you can recover after sleeping, at this time you can't sleep at all, but your brain is groggy and not very awake, and it will be accompanied by intense dizziness and headaches.

Amy should have been called, she didn't expect this experiment to consume so much, Phyllis's brain was in chaos, just lying on the bed, enduring the painful sequelae of mental attrition, I don't know how long later, the symptoms were slightly reduced, and she fell asleep in a daze.

When Phyllis woke up again, it was completely dark, she looked at her watch, it was now a quarter past six in the morning, and then looked at the date, fortunately, she had only slept for one night, and she slept unsteadily this night, and she had a lot of messy dreams all night, either chasing others or being chased by others.

Phyllis rubbed her head, sat up, and seemed to hear a voice, and Amy walked in with a glass of milk and a small plate of snacks, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Master, please have breakfast." ”

Seeing that Amy Phyllis was stunned for a moment, she relieved herself and remembered that she had called her over last night before she fell asleep.

Phyllis said, "Put it on the table, get me some water first, I need to take a shower and sober up." "After a night's sleep, she still felt groggy in her head.

Amy put the tray on the bedside table and went out to prepare the bath water for her little master.

The house-elf was really good at housework, and after ten minutes, Phyllis was already enjoying the shower. While bathing is generally a little more comfortable, showering will give Phyllis a more refreshing feeling.

After taking a shower and changing her clothes, Phyllis went back to the bedroom, sat down at the table, and ate Amy's reheated breakfast while she counted on paper, and while her memory was still clear, she needed to write down what she had learned from yesterday - those lines could be memorized, but a moment of inspiration really couldn't be kept for long.

The Dementor Kiss, a powerful way to drain souls, has been recorded as something that no one can resist, no matter how powerful a wizard is kissed by a Dementor, and the soul belongs to this terrible monster. Phyllis was suspicious of this, she thought that a wizard with a truly strong soul could resist to a certain extent, but in any case, it was an extremely powerful and domineering method of killing. A wizard of the level of a Hogwarts professor wouldn't be afraid of a few Dementors, and they could even escape if they were besieged by a group of such evil creatures, but they didn't have any resistance to the Dementors' kisses, think about it, if they mastered this powerful magic...... As if she had a bright future, Phyllis grinned.

In fact, Phyllis was a little too optimistic, she racked her brains all day, but there was no progress at all, and tomorrow there was a lesson, so she had to interrupt her research and return to Hogwarts Castle in the evening.

Back in her familiar office, she suddenly felt that there was something oppressive here, maybe it was too small a space, maybe it was the teaching that made people uninterested, maybe it was the pair of eyes that were everywhere...... Maybe it's because it doesn't belong to you. Yes, this place doesn't belong to her, that's why she feels depressed, but if this place belongs to her, wouldn't things be better? Phyllis just stood at the door, looking at her office, and after a long time, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, it should be better.

Lying in bed, Phyllis wondered how she could have such emotions, a weekend of uninhibited inhibitions and intrigue that had made her tired of the intrigue and intrigue here. It seems that I have been a little too nervous during this time, and I need to relieve my spirit. Fortunately, the semester's classes are coming to an end, and I can relax during the Christmas holidays.

Not only did Phyllis think about the upcoming Christmas holidays, but also the students who were in their teens, and they were eager for it, which led to the fact that no one listened to the already unpopular History of Magic class, but fortunately, Phyllis still had these little ones in town, at least no one dared to make trouble in her class.

At the end of the day, Phyllis had just returned to the office when Leah and Draco came looking for her.

As usual, Amy served two cups of black tea to the two visiting students, and Liya took a sip and said, "Every time I come to the professor's place, I can drink such authentic oriental black tea." ”

"Really?" "I didn't think kids in your grade would like it. ”

Liya said: "No, I think the taste of this black tea is very layered and rich. ”

In a decent greeting before chatting about the matter, Leah and Draco are comfortable with this, in comparison, Phyllis is a little bad at it, but she doesn't let herself be good at it, she doesn't have this ability, but she doesn't have this will, she thinks that strong strength can bring her more advantages, as for those complicated etiquette, really strong and key people will not care about these.

After chatting for a while, Leah looked at Drake, he had initiated this matter, and it was best for him to open this mouth first.

Realizing the meaning of Leah's eyes, Draco put the cup down and said, "Professor, I recently received a strange letter, I can't make up my mind what to do, I hope to get your guidance." ”

"Oh." Phyllis replied casually, and said, "What letter, who wrote it to you?" ”

Drake uttered the name: "Igor Kakulov." ”

Phyllis didn't speak, just chewed on the name, and the atmosphere in the office suddenly became depressed, and Drake lowered his head and looked at the tea leaves flying in the cup seriously, his heart pounded, calculating Professor Kate was indeed a huge challenge, especially for him, or for the four of them, especially.

It was a long time before Phyllis said, "What is written in his letter?" ”

Involuntarily, Draco breathed a sigh of relief and said: "He hopes that I can help him inquire if the Ministry of Magic has any intention of holding him accountable, you also know, he used some means to avoid the fate of being imprisoned in Azkaban, but his foundation is not clean, the Ministry of Magic is ...... The Ministry of Magic has his handle. Draco almost said the Law Enforcement Division. (To be continued.) )