Before you know it, it's the end of September.

The presence of Professor Lupin is a good thing for most people, and after so many unreliable Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, everyone can finally really learn something in this class. It's hard to imagine that most upperclassmen form study groups after class to help each other in order to pass the OWLs and NEWTs exams.

Now, I can finally stop holding on to the thick Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook for a while.

With the help of the Time Turner, Ike has made great strides in various studies, especially Potions and the Ravenclaw Manuscript, on which Ike spends most of his time thanks to the vitality tonic.

Don't dare to say anything else, even if he goes to take the OWLs test now, Ike dares to say that he will get two O's on potions and spells.

Of course, compared to the bigwigs of the heavens and all worlds, this achievement can't be achieved.

As for the Ravenclaw manuscript, thanks to the raid on books in the forbidden section and the study of ancient magical scripts, Ike finally felt that he could read it all. But only about 30% of what can be used is about 30%.

There is a big difference between the magic of a thousand years ago and the magic of today, and many cutting-edge magics, after the improvement and research of countless wizards over such a long time, have become more practical versions. The remaining thirty percent are also more cumbersome.

Just like the magic circle that Ike researched before, it is very powerful, but the conditions are relatively more cumbersome.

In terms of lessons, the progress of arithmetic divination is gratifying. This method of divination, which requires almost no occult knowledge, really hit the muzzle of Ike's gun. In less than a month, he has rushed to LV3, which is the fastest improvement in Ike among all disciplines.

Ike also understands that addition and subtraction of numbers within ten is just the simplest mathematics.

Another Thursday, after "triple happiness", Ike decided to give himself a little time off, a full month before the start of school, and Friday was October 1.

In the past, he would have called three or five friends to order food and drinks and prepare for a brutal battle, but at Hogwarts, he could only celebrate in this way.

And, even more rarely, tonight is a full moon night.

The night of the full moon before eleven.

After dinner, Ike stood alone in the Ravenclaw Tower, holding a few pieces of bee candy instead of the paper bag full of cockroaches.

Empty your head and just be in a quiet daze.

"The moon is beautiful tonight, Mr. Stred."

Dumbledore quietly appeared in the tower, his tone indifferent.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore."

Ike replied casually.

Dumbledore took a closer look at Ike's face and said, "It seems that you have adapted to the time turner, I have met Miss Granger before, and I can clearly see her exhaustion. ”

"Hermione?"

"Yes." Dumbledore said, "She's the smartest and greatest witch I've ever met, no one at her age could do it better, but obviously she has a lot to learn about how to spend her time wisely." ”

"I'm sure she'll fix it."

"Of course, I'm sure of that."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, then continued, "There's one thing I think you should know, Mr. Strade. ”

Ike turned his head in confusion, suddenly moved to the side slightly, and then asked, "What's the matter?" Professor Dumbledore. ”

"I've gotten some old friends and researched some information, and I think Tom has more than just a Horcrux." Dumbledore's words seemed to have an ulterior motive, but Ike didn't hear it.

"I went to Albania during the summer vacation, and although I didn't find any trace of Tom, the forest was full of his rotten and evil smell, and the smell was pungent even to me, an old man in his hundreds."

"He'll be back, Mr. Stredder."

"So what? Professor? What do you want me to do? ”

"I'm just a little wizard in the third year, and even if he comes back, won't he still have you? And Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, I don't feel the need for me to do anything. ”

"Yes, that's it." Dumbledore clapped his hands suddenly, "I'm glad you said that. ”

As if he had the answer he wanted, Dumbledore patted Ike on the shoulder, and with his other hand he somehow conjured a book and handed it to Ike.

"I heard you've learned the Patronus Charm? That's good, I think it's time to lend you this book. ”

"After all, you've been looking for a long time, haven't you?"

As soon as the words fell, he patted Ike on the shoulder again, and turned to leave.

Ike didn't hear it, just stared blankly at the book he wasn't actually looking for:

"Cutting-edge Black Arts Revealed".

This forbidden book, which had been kept in the headmaster's office since Dumbledore became the headmaster of Hogwarts, was handed over to him, and the deep meaning of it made Ike shudder.

Not daring to think deeply, Ike hurriedly returned to the dormitory after collecting his books, and went straight into the box under the surprised eyes of Stuart and Terry.

After Ike worked tirelessly to improve it, the space in the suitcase was already very large, and in order to maintain the Traceless Stretch Charm, Ike also carved many magic circles and magic words to improve stability.

After a cursory glance at the potions still boiling on the crucible, Ike went straight to the storage room he had specially prepared, put the book on the table, and put on a few more protective spells when he came out.

Although it is almost impossible for anyone to get into a little wizard's suitcase, he is not afraid of ten thousand, and if someone really breaks into this step, Ike can also sense it at the first time.

After all, there are many things in this storage room that are more difficult to reveal than "Cutting-edge Dark Arts Revealed", the kind that goes directly into Azkaban once discovered.

"Ike, your suitcase ......" It was the first time Stewart had seen Ike get into the suitcase, he knew Ike's economic conditions, and he didn't look like he could consume this kind of suitcase that had been subjected to the Traceless Stretching Charm.

"I've been selling potions during the holidays, and my income is still very objective." Ike replied casually, put his suitcase away, and sat down in a chair next to him.

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries has a great demand for all kinds of antidote and healing potions, and the prices given are very reasonable, and this kind of potion is never too much." Terry explained, "In fact, a lot of the healing potions we brew in our Potions class end up at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and they have a dedicated potions department. ”

"Don't you know how many unlucky people in the wizarding world are injured by various accidents every day, and even the school hospital is often overcrowded?"

"Looks like I'm going to make some potions to make some pocket money." Stewart said thoughtfully.

"Come on." Terry poured cold water at the right time, "Do you have the money to buy potion materials?" ”

"Your money has been used to buy Zizi Bee Candy!"