The research on potions has finally come to fruition, and the rest of the finishing touches are still tedious, but much easier than before. There is Professor Snape, the master of potions, in the www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion, and the dialect only needs to be played on the side. But even so, Dialect learned a lot of subtle potions skills from Snape, and Snape seemed to acquiesce in the learning of dialects, and sometimes even took the initiative to give instructions in a few sentences, which made Dialect feel flattered. The relationship between the two gradually improved a lot.

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore wiped the dust off his glasses, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "So, this Sean Abbot is okay?" ”

"Yes!" Snape, dressed in a black robe, stood silently at his desk, his face as cold as ever, "It seems to me that Mr. Abbott, despite his unusual enthusiasm for magic, does not show any preference for dark arts. Through my observations during this time, I found that he was more keen on exploring the knowledge of the origin of magic, and had a good restraint in the pursuit of power. ”

Dumbledore was noncommittal, "Minerva and Filius have also mentioned Sean Abbott to me, saying that he is a true genius. Now it seems that there is something really extraordinary. The silver pen in his hand turned, "In that case, you might as well give him more resources and guidance to see where he can go." ”

Seeing Severus Snape listening with his hands down expressionlessly, Dumbledore said meaningfully: "After all, Harry will also be enrolled next year, and it's time to train a helper for Harry." What do you say, Severus......"

Snape's hand hidden in his sleeve robe tightened unconsciously, and his eyes became more hollow.

Fang Yan didn't know what had just happened in the principal's office, but even if he did, he wouldn't have much of a reaction. After all, he never thought that his actions at Hogwarts could be completely hidden from Dumbledore, but he had to be selective about what to hide and what to reveal.

The dialect betrays his fanatical pursuit of magical knowledge, which is very much in line with his Ravenclaw nature, but he keeps his thirst for power firmly in his heart, and he does not dare to leak half of it. Sure enough, Dialect's deliberate behavior misled the teachers and students at Hogwarts and won a more favorable situation for himself. Severus Snape may have sensed something, but he and Dumbledore were not completely on the same page, so naturally he didn't bring it up in front of Dumbledore.

At this time, the dialect was in the responsive room on the eighth floor of the castle.

In the eyes of the dialect, this room of requirement can be called the highest masterpiece of magic! After all, being able to embody imaginary things has touched the realm of rules, a realm that dialects have not yet touched.

It was a very empty hall, and Fang Yan stood in the center of the hall with his wand in hand, and in front of him were several magic dolls that were constantly moving and dodging at him. The puppet's surface is covered in fire, freezing, and explosions, but it doesn't affect the puppet's movements in the slightest. This is a target that can move freely according to the requirements of the dialect embodied in the Requirement Room, and is used to exercise his combat ability.

"Broken bones-" Dialect's spell knocked a puppet that was about to break through to his side into the air, and then a few more sluggish spells blocked the puppets that followed, and under Dialect's rhythmic combat mastery, none of the puppets could touch the corners of his clothes.

Ten minutes later, "Huhu-" Fang Yan gasped and sweat was on his forehead. In front of him were several magic dolls lying motionless on the ground. Now that Fang Yan is so tired that he can't even hold the wand in his hand, the constant high-intensity spell practice is really very laborious.

I have to say that the effect of this kind of practice is really good, he is becoming more and more familiar with the mastery of various spells, and he has almost reached the realm where he can cast spells at will as soon as his thoughts move, and even some low-level spells He has been able to cast spells without spells. It's a pity that the upper limit of dialect's magic power is really a big problem, and it firmly limits his strength.

Fang Yan lay on the floor, waiting for his strength to recover.

Although his body was very tired, his tongue brain was still running at high speed, and he was thinking about his next path. The inheritance of the "wizard" has not been able to be opened due to the lack of enlightenment, and the magic system of this world is limited by its own magical qualifications and cannot develop further for the time being. None of these two aspects can be solved in a short period of time, and all he can do now is to enhance his combat experience, integrate the abilities he has already mastered, and put them into actual combat.

After a few minutes, Fang Yan, who had regained some strength, stood up from the ground, walked to the sofa in the corner of the hall and sat down, pouring the recovery potion that had been prepared long ago into his mouth.

"Ahem-" The taste of the recovery potion is really not good, and it is even worse than the Chinese medicine that Fang Yan had drunk in his previous life. Fang Yan wrinkled his little face, swallowed all the medicine that was not left, and forcibly endured the feeling of nausea, waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

Not to mention, although this recovery potion tastes weird, the effect is really good. Fang Yan only felt that the potion he had swallowed in his stomach turned into a stream of warm heat that rushed to all parts of his body, nourishing every cell in his body.

"Ahh

"This recovery potion is really extraordinary!" Fang Yan sighed, "It's worthy of being improved by the Potions Master's own hands." "He has gained a lot from Snape's side during this time, for example, the recovery potion he is using now is Snape's exclusive improved version, and the effect is at least three layers higher than that of ordinary recovery potions, the only drawback-

"It's just too expensive!" The dialect has a bitter face. Since he started practicing spells in the Requirement Room, he has consumed two recovery potions every week, which is a lot of money, and his already tight dialect is almost going to be used as pants. Fortunately, he had made some primary healing potions himself, and on Snape's recommendation, he had supplied them to the school's infirmary, and had recovered a sum of money, barely enough for him to use now. It's just that, thinking about some of the magic and potion research in his plan, he needs some more precious medicinal materials, and the money he has on him is far from enough.

"It's time to find a way to make some money." The dialect said secretly. It just so happened that there were only a few days left before the financial turmoil in the Muggle world, and he should have prepared.

"Well, let me think about it......," the dialect planned in detail, "the polyjuice decoction is indispensable, and the recipes and herbs are available in Snapona, so it's not too difficult. As for the start-up capital, I have to find someone to "borrow" some, it doesn't take too much, and a hundred thousand dollars is about the same. ”

Fang Yan made up his mind, and when he waited for tomorrow, he would go and get the compound decoction first, and then go and get some start-up funds, and then he would see how much soup he could get from under the noses of those predators in this feast.

"It's a pity that I can't master the Imperius Curse now, otherwise why would I have to be so careful!" The dialect thought helplessly.

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