The Hogwarts library has always recruited the most disciplined, but also mediocre wizards to serve as administrators.

Lemley Winington is one such man, a man who has been doing his duty for more than 40 years.

He is in his 60s this year, and he has an old problem, that is, when his legs are in winter, their joints will not be very good, and he will always limp when he walks.

One November morning, he was dusting the library's forbidden section.

Suddenly, he heard a faint sound of turning pages behind him.

"Hmm... Who is it?"

Lemley immediately clutched his legs and turned around the corner, but it was empty, and no one was found.

Frowning and thinking for a while, Lemley suddenly scolded.

"Hell...... These damn magic reads. ”

The leg pain made him feel very bad, and he scolded while dusting the bookshelves with chicken feathers, as if he had some deep hatred for these books.

"Cleaning 50,000 books a day, 10 gold galleons a month, damn Dippert ......."

He muttered and complained about his work. A feather that had been thrown out of his feather duster suddenly hovered in the air in the corner, motionless.

As the voice of complaining about the leader disappeared around the corner.

The feather slowly fell to the ground.

Hoffa lifted the stealth, plucked the feathers off his head, and sighed.

When the Administrator's voice was no longer audible, he continued to pull out a potions book and read it word for word.

......

As we enter November, the air at the castle gets colder and colder day by day. And Hoffa began his journey of learning all kinds of "extracurricular" knowledge at school.

Hoffa didn't want to take such a risk and start breaking the school rules so quickly, after all, he managed to keep a low profile and become an unobtrusive student.

But now he can't help it.

On the back of his hand, the pale gold tattoo absorbs most of his magic every day, every day...... And there is no time law at all.

Sometimes during the day, sometimes in the middle of the night. Anyway, come every few hours.

Although the efficiency of absorbing mana was not as exaggerated as it was at the beginning, it was drained again and again.

But this rate of mana consumption is beyond Hoffa's reach.

Originally, although he had little magic power, he was overstretched for battle, but he was still enough to live and study on weekdays.

But now he often goes to class in the middle of the class, and his magic is suddenly gone.

The most embarrassing of all was the Transfiguration class, where Dumbledore had Hoffa on stage to demonstrate the Viper and Rope Switching.

It wasn't that hard at all.

But when Hoffa came to power, he had just changed halfway, but his magic power was suddenly exhausted by tattoos.

Dumbledore was still interested in seeing the results of Hoffa's transformation, but the rope bit his hand, causing his finger to swell into a turnip.

The class burst into laughter, and Hoffa made a big ugly appearance.

He went to look at the information, frantically looking through all the information, trying to find out what the hell this pattern on his hand was.

But after looking for half a month, he found nothing. Not to mention the lines, he didn't even find any records of Helheim and Thunderbird.

Of course, the price is so great, Hoffa also fantasized about whether he had a treasure.

For example, this tattoo can devour its own magic, but eliminate impurities and spit out purer magic.

For example, this tattoo can store mana and release it during battle.

For example, this tattoo can bring some thunder and lightning attributes to your magic to make your magic more powerful.

For example, there may be an old grandfather living in the tattoo, who will awaken after absorbing his own magic power, and then lead himself to the peak of life.

But......

Nothing.

Nothing!

It's just devouring magic.

There is no feedback, no reason, no reason.

No time, no place, no occasion.

That's all......

It's like a man who is poor and busy making ends meet, and suddenly he has another child waiting to be fed, and the embarrassment of life makes him have to find a way out. Since he couldn't stop the tattoo from absorbing mana, he could only focus on increasing the amount of mana in himself.

Now, he must find a way to increase his mana, otherwise he will continue like this, let alone fight.

Without magic, you can't finish your studies, and it's a question of whether you can graduate in the first grade.

In desperation, Hoffa had no choice but to take another risk.

The good news is that after a long and tedious search, Hoffa has temporarily figured out three viable ways to increase his mana.

One is the most common and safest way to lift. That is natural ascension, and the wizard's mana level will gradually increase over time. It's a natural law that between the ages of 14 and 17, there will be a leap in the wizard's magic, reaching a peak at the age of thirty.

But this method Hoffa can't afford to wait.

The second involves soul conversion in the dark arts, which is very dark and very poorly documented.

Hoffa felt that if he researched this subject on his own, he would probably spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. Hoffa wasn't a dark wizard and never thought it was cool, so after a little understanding, he gave up on this method.

The last one is very common and common. It is a quick recovery of mana by taking some magic potions, which have a long history of use and are relatively safe.

That's why Hoffa has been staying in the potions section these days looking for a formula.

Recipe Hoffa found many, and more than one. He didn't even use the forbidden book area to find it, and the ordinary area had a record of this recipe. This is not a forbidden drug like a polyjuice decoction, and many wizards have studied it. And the ingredients on the recipe are also quite ordinary, and they can be found in the Potions classroom.

The only problem is that these recipes are very old, not only old, but also broken. Most of the books are vague or general.

As for the reason, Hoffa found it in a book called "Modern Applications of Ancient Potions".

(The secondary mana recovery potion, which is a patented drug of the European Chamber of Wizards, is a Class 2X stimulant drug marked by the Ministry of Magic, and must be registered with St. Mungo's use, and is not recorded at the moment.) ）

Patents, Excitement, Regulation......

Hoffa in the library rubbed his chin, he didn't expect such a problem, but it was normal to think about it.

There must be more than one wizard with low magic power, and there are very few wizards who are high.

The demand for this kind of potion market must be great, and when the market demand is large, people who engage in monopoly will come.

Apparently someone has kept this potion recipe as a trade secret, and the brain is really flexible.

It's the same as going to look up Coke on the Internet in the previous life, you can find all the knowledge about Coke, but it's hard to find the real recipe for Coke. Even if you find it, you'll have a hard time making Coca-Cola.

There are many similar goods in the wizarding world, such as Floo powder. Its recipe is simple, but since its invention in the 13th century, no one has been able to replicate its recipe for more than 600 years.

Potions is a precise science, and the difference between a fraction of a thousand miles is a thousand miles.

It couldn't be found in the library, and Hoffa didn't give up. He jotted down the few old prescriptions he had gotten for defects on parchment, wondering if he should spend more time researching potions.

Although his talent for potions is not good, it is definitely better to do everything than not to do it.

After stepping out of the forbidden book area, Hoffa was still thinking about breaking his own magic shortcoming, and he looked down at the parchment that recorded the recipe for the broken potion.

Suddenly, at the door of the library.

Hoffa caught a glimpse of a silver light coming from the side, her head bowed, and she hurried.

It was Aglaea.

She didn't go to Quidditch today, but she was in the library, and she didn't know what she was looking for. There was a thick roll of parchment in his hand.

Seeing each other, the two jumped to the side at the same time, just like two overtaking drivers bumped together, and the steady air suddenly became tense.

After a few seconds.....

"What are you looking at?"

Aglaia glared at him fiercely, and carried her parchment roll in her pocket without leaving a trace.

Hoffa shrugged and changed direction.

Hum!

Aglaia looked up proudly and changed direction.

What a bad luck, Hoffa thought to himself.

But as soon as he took two steps, Hoffa suddenly stood still, turned his head to look at Aglaia's slender back, and a plan suddenly unconsciously popped into Hoffa's mind.

Wait, this guy.......

It seems that he has some accomplishments in potions.

......

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Friday, Slughorn's Potions class.

After completing the required daily Potions lessons, Slughorn gave the students a little time to study on their own.

It is said to be self-study, but in fact, it is to let students refine a pair of potions on their own as a daily improvement course.

This was not the case in Snape's time, nor was it in Slughorn's previous classes.

But ever since Slughorn had Aglaia as a student, he had somehow figured it out. It is said to give each student a stage to show themselves, but the original intention is actually to give Aglaia a chance to pretend to be forced.

This old guy has done everything he can to get on good terms with this Potions genius.

Aglaia didn't disappoint him, and with each Potions class, she was able to make something new, which Slughorn praised and bragged about, and gave Ravenclaw extra points.

Of course, when it came to this kind of session, the other students could only watch from below, and Slughorn wouldn't care about whatever they refined anyway. Just shout 666 at the end of the course.

Although the Potions Teacher doesn't care, the others still have to practice.

As competent supporting characters, they work in pairs.

The main characters, Aglaia and Tom Riddle, are in a group.

And Hoffa and Miranda are at the same console.

Hoffa is in charge of cutting, while Miranda is in charge of casting spells on potions.

Miranda's grades are not good, they can only be said to be mediocre, potions and shapeshifts are ordinary, astronomy and divination are also ordinary. Herbs and Defense Against the Dark Arts are also common.

After working with her, Hoffa's Potions class grades never caught Aglaia's attention again.

in class.

While cutting through Morat's tentacles, Hoffa pondered about the recipe for the magic potion.

There was no doubt that as Slughorn with a large network, he must have known the recipe for the magic potion.

Hoffa raised his eyes and glanced at Slughorn.

I saw that Slughorn's chubby body had been standing beside Aglaia, and from time to time she let out a sigh of admiration, and her eyes were full of admiration and pampering, as if her fart was fragrant.

Riddle, who gave her a hand, also looked courteous, I don't know if it was pretended.

Hoffa lowered his head again, Slughorn's path would definitely not work. Since the last Potions class, the old guy couldn't even remember his name.

Moreover, Potions class is one of Aglaia's home fields.

Although she is very low-key now, she will stop mocking herself for the time being, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't pay attention to herself.

If he dares to take the lead to curry favor with Slughorn, or reveal his ulterior motives, Aglaia's character will inevitably rebound and suppress him again.

Like the leader of a pack of wolves, she will mercilessly suppress any creature in her territory who dares to challenge her leadership until the other party relents.

But now...... But it's not a low-key time, for the sake of his own magic, in order to graduate safely this semester, Hoffa has to do a little something.