The next day, Alan felt as if he hadn't slept so well in a long time, he sat up, casually put a coat over his coat and let it over his body, moved his mouth, and found that he had been largely healed by the potion - there was still a slight pain that at least did not affect his speech anymore.

After sitting in a rocking chair by the window and admiring the view of a summer afternoon, Alan tried to call out to the mistress of the house, but received no answer, so he couldn't help but come to the bookshelf that occupied an entire wall, these books vary in size and thickness, but the same thing is that they are all handmade from the content to the shell, and each book was extremely valuable in the Middle Ages - in order to prevent the collection from being stolen, there are even a few books on the shelves that are chained up and tied to the shelf, the "Jeber's Alchemy Handbook" It was also on the shelf, but Alan flipped through it at random, and found that it was several pages short of the book he had gotten, and the way the growth wand was made was not among them.

Putting down the alchemy manual that was chained to it, Alan walked into the large, exaggerated-looking manuscript on a wooden desk next to his desk.

It is a gold-decorated manuscript in parchment, bound with a wooden cover and covered with leather and metal accents. It looked very gorgeous, and the "Devil's Bible" was greatly marked in Latin on the cover - it was nearly 1 meter long and half a meter wide, and Alan tried the weight and found that it was estimated to weigh about 150 pounds.

Alan unfolded the book, the codex was decorated in a variety of colors, the entire text was in Latin, but all the initials were elaborately decorated, some of which even exaggerated to occupy half of the page. All the handwriting throughout the book is exactly the same, and none of the chapters show changes in handwriting due to age, illness, or emotional influences, and it is clear that the manuscript was completed in a very short period of time - it is strange that the book was obviously not written by wizards, and many of the so-called magic spells in it are simply some foolish things, but the enormity of the work of this book is so vast that Allen reckoned that if the author were a Muggle, it would have taken more than ten years to complete it, even if he had worked non-stop in perfect condition.

Turning to the bookmarked page, a full-page drawing of a unique portrait of the devil appeared in front of Alan. On the nearby pages, including this one, the text and paper are more blackened than the rest of the book.

There was a noise outside, and Alan cleanly closed the huge manuscript and jumped back to the rocking chair in front of the window to bask in the sun.

After a while, the footsteps drew nearer, and Alan looked up, and in the afternoon sun, Rowena Ravenclaw walked in with a large square tray, and the sunlight cast a halo on her face, her starry eyes were half-open, her eyes were hazy, and she did not look fully awake from her sleep, and she wore only one boot on her foot, and the other foot was on the ground in vain.

"Helga made us breakfast, and she sent it to the house-elves. As he spoke, Rowena Ravenclaw yawned slightly. She put the tray on the table, and inadvertently, the confused Rowena in his boots hit Allen's right foot, and the naked right foot stepped directly on Allen's left foot, and the delicate and soft touch came from Allen's instep in an instant.

Rowena Ravenclaw took a loaf of bread from it and nibbled on it, "The copyist of that book was a Muggle priest who was going to be tortured to death for breaking the law. To escape the harsh punishment, he vowed to produce overnight a book containing 'all human knowledge to forever show the glory of the shaman'. However, as midnight approached, he realized that he could not accomplish this difficult task, so he betrayed his soul to the devil, and with the help of the devil he copied the entire book, and added the devil's portrait to the book to show his strength. The demon's energy in the book erodes the owner of the book and the book itself, causing doom to the owner of the book, and blackening the pages near the devil's portrait as if they were burned by fire - there is no valuable knowledge or real magic in it, but it can help you know some of the devil's names and maybe you can use them later. ”

"You can read the books here slowly, huh? What are you blushing for? Do you think I'll not know if someone touches my books?" said Rowena Ravenclaw as she put some wands on the table, and some of the wands at the top of the wand fell to the table, "I read some of my memories overnight last night, and learned some things, it is said that you don't pick wands, oh, these are the wands of wizards who come to steal and can't help but want to make trouble, I have seized them, you can try which one is easier to use." ”

Alan, who tried not to make an embarrassing noise from his stepped foot for the other party to notice, summoned a wand and waved it casually, and some parchment on the table swirled and jumped in the air, striking each other for a short note before returning to its place, "That's it." ”

Ravenclaw finally moved and let go of Alan, rubbing her still sleepy eyes, "Acacia wood, it seems that you really don't pick a wand, this material usually refuses to provide magic to anyone other than its owner, and likes to show strength only to the most gifted." ”

Alan was finally able to stand up, he straightened his back, trying to appear taller in front of Ravenclaw, who was a head taller than himself, "Ahem, please forgive me for reading those books without permission, my name is Alan Friedrich Harris, thank you for saving me and healing me." ”

Ravenclaw frowned, "Holy Roman Empire speakers with mixed English and Norman accents..."Rowena Ravenclaw commanded the wands to fly into a storage box, and sat across from Alan for breakfast with Ellen. When Maggie put away the messy cups and plates, "I didn't tell me in the future that your accent is so weird, and it's a little dirty... But you don't have to see it, although I haven't finished reading it yet, I already know something. ”

"Huh?! Rowena Ravenclaw stretched and walked past Allen, who was sitting in the rocking chair, to the window.

"Alan Harris, when are we going to start?" she asked, turning her head, the lazy afternoon sun gilding her with a golden glow that blurred her expression a little.

"What to start?" Alan was a little elusive about the witch in front of him, and felt that her thinking was too jumpy, which made him think of Luna who was still in the underworld in the future, and couldn't help but feel depressed again.

"Teach me some futuristic magic - oh, it should be modern magic for you, plus magic Animagus Transfiguration and Regent Vision. She stepped out of the sunlight, leaned down, her elbows resting on the table and her cheeks, and her tone was so natural, "Aren't you the Animagus who can turn into a phoenix and a master of the Regents? Salazar is too stingy to hand over the secret of the Regents, and I am not very good at it, but I don't want you to teach you not to be assertive, or you may go back and find that some of the people you know have never existed." ”