"yes, that's it, flour."

"Well, I want a portion of cooking oil too."

"Head-mounted lights? It's a must! ”

…… Ricardo was back at the Leaky Cauldron once again, a whole bunch of strange things in his hands.

He scrutinized all the equipment in the room, then closed the windows and doors, opened up his psychic perception to the maximum - to prevent prying eyes, and studied the physical weapons he had bought.

In the past few days, Ricardo has also studied the curse a little. The curse on the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is not a soul-corrupting spell, just a change of luck. It can make people unlucky, but it can't really hurt humanity anything.

He couldn't avoid stumbling while walking between his teeth, so for the time being, he had to deal with those biological opponents, especially the dark wizards.

He had trained countless dark wizards in France, and because of this, he had a feud with the pure-blood family in France who needed them to do unsightly things, and it was likely that someone would kill them.

He is not afraid of a dozen, but what about dozens or even hundreds? He didn't dare to gamble, luck was not something that could be used to make ordinary bets.

So being able to arm yourself a little bit is a little bit.

If it weren't for the shyness of his pocket, he would have wanted to create Jarvis in this world.

Now he has complete magical equipment, wrist guards on both hands, a wand ejection device, and two rods in his hand when necessary, and can roughly open the bow left and right to attack opponents.

Then there's the Explosive Potion, which is thrown as a grenade when the wand drops, giving the opponent an artistic blast.

Around his neck, he also has a pendant filled with the Dark Wizard's wand, which is his best trick to turn the tables against the wind.

Due to the complexity of the dark wizard's wand, he did not have a suitable wand after seizing it, but the magic circuit in it can still be borrowed, such as explosions.

Throw out the pendant, the wand inside will automatically fly away and shoot in all directions, with the help of strong spiritual power, you can barely come to a "Ten Thousand Wands Return to the Sect", and the explosion of potions will be exploding, I believe that the other party's expression is very exciting.

At this time, his magic power is running out, and if there is another opponent, he can only play physical attacks and defeat magic with rivers and lakes.

The first is flour, as a Celestial Empire, the most memorable thing is the powder sprinkling tactic, as soon as it hits the eye, the other party is in a passive state in an instant.

He put a "Thunderbolt Explosion" magic card in the flour bag, put it in the bracer of his left hand, and concocted dozens of them, and threw them in the other person's face when the time came, ending the visual era!

Coupled with the principle of flour explosion - flour is extremely fine dust, when these dust is suspended in the air, and reaches a very high concentration, once it encounters fire, sparks, electric arcs or the right temperature, it will instantly burn, forming a violent explosion, its power is no less than that of a bomb - this explosion master is invincible!

Three explosions, I don't believe that the other party is not confused!

This is the three-stage explosion of the lost wand he designed, and the anti-killing technique after both wands have been captured, in which the lime play can be thrown at various stages.

Next up is oil. How can there be no fire when there is an explosion? So it's not too much to pour some cooking oil along the way, right?

The cooking oil he bought was bottled, and the bottle was relatively brittle, and if he threw it on a person's forehead, it would immediately explode and coat the human body in an instant.

What happens next......

By this time, with his throwing accuracy, it is estimated that there are not many opponents around him, and if there are any more jackals, tigers and leopards, he will really be on a reality show.

He knew the importance of physique to people, and he began exercising since he was a child, even if he went to magic school, he would go to Muggle boxing clubs during the holidays to find some power skills to learn.

In the spiritual world, he also found a twenty-four style Taijiquan that the school mandated to learn, and practiced it seriously every day, and the wild horses and white cranes with bright wings or something, it seemed that he had really used them in battle, so this was also one of his main practice directions.

His physical fitness is definitely better than that of ordinary wizards, and his power skills are definitely better than most wizards.

Therefore, his strong hand-to-hand combat ability is also one of his advantages, and when the magic power is exhausted, he comes up to Tai Chi Xi Wen (this stalk comes from Wing Chun Ip Man), and he can probably deal with one or two.

Well, how can a mage fight hand-to-hand without a holy light spell? Head-mounted lights are an alternative!

Destroy the opponent's eyes before fighting, and then deal with it no problem!

"That's it!"

Ricardo was satisfied as he placed the items in the corresponding space bag, and suddenly his brow furrowed, and he thought of a difficult situation.

"In hand-to-hand combat, what should I do with the opponent's poison system?"

The poison wizard can make him suffer a great trouble. In sixth grade, he dealt with a dark wizard who was a servant of a family who specialized in smuggling illegal drugs from Egypt and getting poisoned all over his body.

After moving him to the Ministry of Magic, he collapsed in the hospital for three days, and little Fleur was so anxious that she almost blinded her eyes.

According to the doctors, he was hit by a special poison that caused him to fall into a coma. In the end, it was the Ministry of Magic that took out the antidote from the man's bag and allowed Ricardo to survive.

The pocket is complete from stunned to poisoned to corpse-destroying, which can be called a classic equipment for killing people.

Fortunately, Ricardo's long-range output was strong, and he directly overturned the dark wizard ten meters away, otherwise he might not even be able to leave the bones.

However, he has experienced too much life and death in the past few years, and how can this thrill of sleeping in the past compare to the excitement of Avada's constant companionship, so he almost forgot about it, and only now did he remember it.

"So, go to Snape and ask for a piece of dung?"

Ricardo touched his chin and thought to himself.

No, not yet, the price of dung stone is ridiculously high, and even if the Potions Scientist industry is very profitable, it will not be given away.

As for the more expensive elixir? Heh, he's never seen it.

However, one thing that is better about dung stone than the elixir is that it can be purchased in the market and the price is expected.

Anyway, the professor's food and lodging have been contracted by Hogwarts, and it is not a problem to save a few months to buy it.

Plus, there's a big forbidden forest behind the castle! That's a natural gold mine! For the time being, he was busy sorting out the data and didn't communicate with Hagrid, the master of the Forbidden Forest, but with his status as a professor, he could ask Hagrid to take him to the Forbidden Forest.

He thought happily as he walked out of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, but he didn't see a pair of eyes staring at him from the time he left the room to the door of the bar.

……

"This Mudblood doesn't feel your prying eyes, does it, my minion?" A ghostly figure stood in the darkness and whispered to the kneeling young man in front of him.

"Yes, my great master, he didn't look at it, as long as it was more than ten meters away, the damned mudbloods would not be visible." The young man replied respectfully, with a hint of trill.

"Did that idiot really want to join Dumbledore? Save the boy who won't die? Become a lackey of the headmaster? Hehe, he never knew what a horrible existence he had offended. ”

"Ricardo Silva, you are the first Mudblood to threaten me, and I will grant you the most precious way to die - to be the edict of my return......"

The figure said in the most terrifying tone, and the night wind blew through his side, causing infinite cold.