The next afternoon, after the last class,

Ivan avoided the crowd and made his way to the potions storage room of the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

"Dobby!" Ivan snapped his fingers habitually.

The next moment, the faithful house-elf appeared in front of him, holding a sack in his hand, and said respectfully.

"Sir, what you asked me to buy!"

"Well, that's good, you can go and get busy yourself!" Ivan nodded.

Dobby placed the sack on the table and disappeared into the Room of Need.

After Dobby left, Ivan took out a vial of basilisk blood from the cupboard, as well as a special quill, and prepared to draw the Isolation Script on the sack.

In addition to being able to make magic items, the alchemy he has mastered can also temporarily give ordinary items some properties, which is easy to understand is enchantment with duration.

It's just that in the process of drawing magic scripts, things containing magical power are usually needed as carriers, and the blood of magical creatures is naturally the first choice.

It just so happened that when he killed the basilisk last year, he collected a large amount of snake blood, and some of it was preserved and not sold, so as to facilitate his work of drawing magic scripts.

The thousand-year-old basilisk contains a huge amount of magic in its blood, and even if it is limited to one Dementor, it is enough for the effect of the enchantment to last for half a month, which is enough for Harry to learn the Patronus Charm.

And the amount of effort required to draw a magic text is much less than making a magic item, especially for Ivan, whose alchemy has been upgraded to level six.

After just ten minutes or so, complex lines had already appeared on the surface of the sack, and the fluorescence of magic power gradually began to appear, and it slowly fell silent.

Satisfied, Ivan dropped his quill, packed up his things, rolled up the sack and stuffed it into his robe, and left the Room of Requirement.

Finding a secluded place outside Hogwarts Castle alone, Ivan looked left and right to see that there was no one, and then used his bloodline magic again, the Boggart Transfiguration!

The magic power in his body was instantly mobilized, filling his whole body, and the next moment Ivan felt his body melt and twist, and the stool was getting higher and higher, and black mist diffused from the surroundings.

What worries Ivan the most is that his eyes are losing their light, obscured by a thick layer of calluses.

But perhaps because the deformation was not in place, he eventually retained part of his vision, but his vision was hazy and highly myopia.

Fortunately, while his eyesight is affected, his other perceptual abilities are being amplified, and he has acquired a special ability to perceive everything around him without the need for eyes...

The whole world seems to have changed to a different shape, full of all kinds of colors...

Ivan tried to speak, but what came out was a chill, his brain was even colder, and all kinds of emotions were suppressed to the extreme, but fortunately, this did not affect his normal thinking.

This was the first time Ivan had experienced such a magical experience, and it seemed that the Dementor was even more special than he had imagined.

As Ivan was adjusting to his body, he vaguely felt that something seemed to attract him to the castle.

But he pulled back the cloak he was wearing and looked into it, but he couldn't see where his feet were. In the dim line of sight, the cloak was filled with only enchanted sacks dragged by the black mist, and rotting corpses hidden in the mist...

How do I move without feet? Do you use floating?

Ivan thought about it, and his body floated up with his thoughts, and his body didn't seem to have any weight, like a maple leaf.

After getting used to it for a while, Ivan staggered towards Hogwarts Castle in the distance, and the closer he got, the more he felt the attraction.

Under the special sense of sight, a large number of colorful, steam-like things constantly wafted out from all parts of the castle, which made Ivan feel like he was hungry...

After thinking about it carefully, Ivan quickly guessed that the source of these things should be the various emotions that the students emit every day... This is the most delicious food in the eyes of the Dementors.

"Give me... Stop it... Come! ”

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came, which really startled Ivan.

Ivan glanced around, and saw several Dementors floating down from the sky, and it seemed that the voice that suddenly appeared just now was the handiwork of these Dementors.

The dementors who had drifted down gathered around Ivan and kept spinning, and the air around them became colder and colder...

Surrounded in the center, Ivan was very nervous, although the Dementor he transformed with bloodline magic had similar qualities to the original, but it was not a real Dementor after all, so Ivan was not sure if his disguise would be recognized.

If it's okay on the ground, he'll be able to revert back to his original form and easily deal with the Dementors who are besieging him with the Patronus Charm.

However, now that it's in mid-air, it's still very troublesome to move, and maybe it will alarm the professors and magicians in the school.

Just when Ivan was hesitating whether to run away or strike first, the dementors gathered around him said intermittently.

"Don't... Too close, below... There's a horror... Sorcerer... It's very short... He wears a robe and has golden hair. ”

"And... White... Unicorn ... Note! ”

"Horror! It's troublesome, don't... Go down! ”

......

The whirring sound of the wind echoed in Ivan's ears, and it automatically turned into staccato words.

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief when he understood what they meant, and realized that the dementors who had gathered around him had kindly persuaded him not to enter the castle, or else he would be in trouble.

It's just that the more I listen to Ivan, the more I feel that something is wrong, how can these Dementors talk about people seem to be themselves?

Combined with the legendary title he received a few days ago, Ivan was even more sure of this guess, but he didn't expect that the Dementors, who themselves represent fear, would also have a day of fear...

But what Dementor was behind his back to smear his short looks?

Obviously, I am already very tall compared to other young wizards of the same age...

Ivan looked around with his near-blind gaze, feeling that each of the Dementors looked similar, and he couldn't tell which one was the one who had just hacked him.

Ivan simply didn't bother with these crazy guys, turned around and prepared to find a lone Dementor near Hogwarts and pack it up in a sack.

However, Ivan soon discovered that the Dementors were not willing to let him go, and continued to circle around him, pushing and shoving, as if trying to get him to the sky...