"What did you just talk about?" Hermione held the book in her hand and placed it on the table in the auditorium with a "pop", then gave Ron a look, motioned for him to give up his seat, and sat down next to Ivan.

"We're talking about the funny stories Lockhart told when he was in class!" Ivan cut a piece of steak and said casually.

"It's not a story, it's a real thing." Hermione corrected, and then said with some excitement.

"I didn't even know that Professor Lockhart had so many dangerous experiences before he formed a friendship with a werewolf wizard!"

Maybe he didn't make it up at the time... Ivan was speechless, but he didn't mean to argue with Hermione, it was too difficult to convince a witch who was crazy about chasing stars.

Besides, it's not a matter of whether Lockhart can survive this year, so he's too lazy to care...

While eating, Hermione kept talking about Lockhart's book, and Ivan pretended to be listening, but his eyes were already on the brown hair that fell on Hermione's shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Hermione noticed that Ivan had been staring at her, tilting her head, looking at him suspiciously.

"Wait.. Don't move yet! Ivan said suddenly, and leaned his hand over.

Hermione watched Ivan's fingers get closer and closer to her cheek, and suddenly became a little nervous, but soon realized that Ivan just swept it over her shoulder and took it back.

Hermione glanced at Ivan suspiciously,

"Nothing, just some dust!" Ivan smiled and quietly held the brown hair in his palm.

After lunch, Ivan found an excuse to refuse the request of Harry and the others to go with him, and went to the opposite side of the tapestry on the eighth floor of the castle alone, and after walking back and forth three times, he thought in his heart.

I need a room where I can brew potions and fight!

The next second, but when Ivan opened his eyes, a smooth door was embedded in the original wall, as if it had been there in the first place.

Ivan was already familiar with it, and when he pushed it open and entered it, Ivan's face became very strange.

The interior of the room is clearly divided into two parts, left and right, and it looks like two venues have been forcibly spliced together.

To the left is a large training field, richly decorated, with a pile of training dummies and obstacles at the end.

On the right side are many bottles and jars, as well as a crucible.

Tweezers, knives, and other tools for handling potion materials are also available.

This made the whole room look strange, but Ivan had to admit that the Room of Request did meet his own requirements.

After thinking for a while, Ivan walked towards the crucible on the right, opened the cabinet where the potions were kept, and found that the Room of Request had thoughtfully brought over the few potions materials he had left.

Flipping through the "Advanced Potion Making" that he carried with him, Ivan found a few tips for brewing compound potions on one of the pages.

Polyjuice potions weren't a potion for sixth-year students, but Snape's textbook wasn't just a book of knowledge, but more like a study note on potions and spell theory.

Otherwise, there would be no self-created spells such as Blade Shadowless being recorded.

Leech... Liquid Grass... Snake skin fragments of an African tree snake.....

Ivan took out the potion materials for boiling the compound potion, processed them one by one according to the above method, and finally put them into the crucible, stirred evenly with his wand, and the syrupy and slime-like substance gurgled and bubbled...

If Snape's writing was correct, the potion would have taken much less time to brew, and it would have been a matter of a few days for the potion to be consumed.

Fifteen minutes passed in a flash, and Ivan, who had completed all the processes, put the potion aside, and then waited for the potion to settle in the cauldron on its own.

The rest of the time, Ivan was not idle, entering the training ground on the other side, ready to test the power of the newly learned spell.

"Shadowless!" Ivan swung his wand and cast a spell on the dummy in front of him.

There is no brilliant magic light...

Invisible and shadowless magic fluctuations swept out along the direction of the wand, like several invisible blades, quickly slashing through the void,

Ivan could only see the wooden dummy in the distance humming and trembling, and the right chest was scratched and scarred one after another...

After taking a closer look at the effect, Ivan found that the power of the Shadowless Spell was much more than he expected, especially the scars that had been made were blocked by a strange magical power.

Ivan tried to restore it with the Restoration Charm, but found it to be useless.

If it weren't for the fact that few people knew about it, and Snape had a special anti-spell to heal the wound, perhaps the Shadowless Spell would have been classified as an unforgivable curse...

The most important thing is that this spell is only just being learned, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Thinking of this, Ivan began to practice waving his wand again and again.

The targets lined up in front and on both sides were scattered, and every few minutes a dummy was dismembered into pieces of wood and scattered on the ground...

The practice continued for several days, and it wasn't until Friday evening that Ivan discovered that his Blade Shadowless Charm had unknowingly risen to level three.

The power of the spell also increases in a straight line, and after using the six-hour enhanced magic text sequence for blessing, you can even easily cut off a whole row of practice dummies' heads!

If it was used on a wizard, Ivan would feel terrified when he thought about it, the power of the straight-line kill was even more terrifying than the thunderbolt explosions he had used, but it was inferior in range...

With such a spell strength, even if the opponent blesses the iron armor spell on his body in advance, it will be pierced in an instant, and the corpse will be separated!

"It's a pity, if only there was a counterspell on it." Ivan looked through the "Advanced Potion Making" in his hand, and searched through the entire book but did not find the anti-spell of the Divine Blade.

This means that this magic can only be used in the event of a death or death.

After all, the injuries caused by the shadowless blade cannot be healed, and it is easy to cause irreparable consequences if they are released at will...

After practicing for a while, he destroyed the targets in the room one by one, and Ivan, whose magic power was exhausted, set his sights on the brewed compound decoction.

Over the past few days, Ivan has explored most of the places he has never been to on the map before discovering that the progress bar of the exploration mission has stopped at sixty percent.

Except for the dangerous and mysterious places like the Basilisk Secret Room, the only places he could go to were the lounges and dormitories of the three major academies!

That's why he worked so hard to make the compound decoction...

(PS: I implore everyone to help the poor and helpless author, like it in the glory campaign, the angel is in the Fujian division, and he is about to be put forward in the top fifteen, depressed... ）