Ricardo, who was sneaking through the night, suddenly stopped, turned around, and saw a familiar figure standing in the shadows.

"Hills Ferrard," Ricardo narrowed, "if you don't give me an explanation, I'll think it's a sign that you're trying to attack me." ”

"Oh, Silva, I'm so sad about your attitude," Hills chuckled, "I'm the professor who helped you calm the anger of the sixth-year purebloods!" ”

"Oh, Ferrard, this idea of yours disgusts me," Ricardo retorted from him, "you were the professor who captured me with several men last year and tried to threaten me with students!" ”

"That being said," Shears nodded in agreement, "you don't do any harm, do you?" So, since we're not going to die yet, we still have room to talk, right? ”

Ricardo was a little speechless, is this one thicker than Hogwarts Castle?

But in reality, Ricardo is not an ambiguous person, and he does not mind dealing with people who are not so good if the interests are sufficient.

"So," Ricardo pulled out his wand and rubbed it on his fingertips, "before my patience runs out, hurry up." ”

"Lord Dyce is very interested in you," Shears didn't say much, and went straight to the point, "So, with the highest etiquette of the Blood Clan, I am going to invite you to Christmas." ”

"That's it?"

"That's right, Master Dais wants you to go to this Christmas party." Hills was still polite.

"Boring," Ricardo pouted regretfully, "this kind of banquet...... I'm not going to participate. ”

“…… Why? Shears was a little surprised, he hadn't promised benefits yet, why did he just refuse?

"You say, is there a group of pure-blood politicians in this crowd who have eaten enough and have nothing to do?"

"Yes, but those politicians don't disturb you......"

"I don't have the brains to think about that kind of political mess," Ricardo snorted, "and I would never try to negotiate a deal with a French politician if I didn't have to." Sooner or later, I'm going to lose a clean run. ”

It's not that it's a professional black, it's just that based on the crazy stacking of buffs and inciting the masses in his previous life, Ricardo really doesn't want to deal with Western politicians with clear brains, and the ghost knows what smart things they want to do next.

"Well—we're willing to open the Bloodline's secret library to you for a day, in return—as long as you come to our dinner by December 25th."

Open the Secret Library? This condition seems quite tempting, and besides, it is only a dinner party, so that means that he can pinch the point and leave quickly after the dinner.

Ricardo took a serious look at the invitation in Sears' hand. Sure enough, this is equivalent to a contract, and if he changes the direction of the magic pattern a little, he can form an absolutely valid contract of life and death.

And on it, it is written the name of Des Bullard. This means that if Brad intentionally keeps him after the dinner party, he will be warned of death.

But......

"I still refuse."

The unknown is the worst enemy, and Ricardo is well aware. Although he was a formidable man, Ricardo was extremely wary of an extremely mysterious race that was only a handful of the history of wizarding magic.

He hadn't forgotten that the Blood Clan had besieged him twice, and wanted to give him a "first hug", which was not malicious at all - it was disgusting, so in general, the contract could not be effective against it.

Casually drugged his plate and then took a bite, the contract would not count this as a "violation".

In addition, the family library seems to be a great bonus to him, but it is actually tasteless. What he had to do now was to integrate the practice and study of soul magic, and it was best to comprehend the meaning of the magic pattern from it.

If you go to the library, it actually means that you have picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelons.

Moreover, what Ricardo did not want to admit was that since that visit to the Slytherin Vaults, he had had a subtle resistance to this coveting of other cheats, and was bent on studying Nicol Lemay's books.

So - the library or something, how is it possible to go!

"Alright, the news is here, you can go," Ricardo wanded with a click, and the apparition vanished in place, "I'm not going to take part in this childish trick, don't worry." ”

That's it...... Let's go?

Shears was a little sluggish, daring to say so much, that is, ......

"Hah! Interesting. ”

A chuckle came from overhead, and a young man sat on the wall, looking at him with great interest.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with blonde hair hanging lightly, and his handsome face was slightly hidden.

Hills was slightly angry, but shocked. This teenager ...... Can block him and Ricardo Silva's perception?

He wasn't much, but Ricardo Silva's perception was clear to him, and he was like a god in battle, dodging almost all spells perfectly.

Although this caused many wizards to misjudge his strength, thinking that he relied on dodging and scraping to win the duel, it also proved how rebellious this guy's perception ability is.

However, the young man in front of him ...... Can evade Ricardo Silva's perception?

"It's just a little better," the boy said as if to hear him, "and I don't make big movements within his range of perception." Hundreds of years of talent channeling magic can still be ...... by this little Fran The little monster sensed that it was Merlin. ”

Hills was shocked, what did he hear????

Hundreds of years...... Talent Channeling Magic......

"Are you ......?"

"Don't guess," the boy gave him a blank look, jumping off the wall, "you can't remember." Walking in front of you is the ordinary young man Pani Sermin, who does not hear any of your conversations, but simply passes by. Speaking of which, if I can't even guide you, these hundreds of years will be in vain. ”

"Alas! The epic or trouble of the new era looks like it's about to begin......"

Accompanied by his long sigh was the look in Sears' eyes that went from confused to determined.

"Yes, he's just an ordinary young man, Parney Thurwen."

……

"This spell...... How do you feel the results? ”

"Hmm...... The back is itchy and the head seems to be a little faint. ”

"That's still a bit of a problem, this spell should be focused on attacking the back."

"This ...... Wouldn't it be nice to kill two birds with one stone, my lord? ”

"It's not a matter of killing two birds with one stone, lad, precision is a big deal."

For the rest of the day, Ricardo was experimenting with soul magic.