"How can you think that, I'm an amazing lamp, the future king of lights, and I won't waste time for lady's lights!"

Furl seemed to have been insulted by something, glared aggrievedly, and then slowly opened the drawer of the wooden table and pushed all the money inside.

"Hmph, don't you want to get a penny from me!"

Brie ignored Verle, he was not a gentleman, and knowledge was the most valuable thing for him here, and slowly, Brie continued to immerse himself in this notebook.

As he flipped through the notes, Brie felt more and more strange, because most of the records were offensive instant spells, and it seemed that his master would encounter danger even when he was studying, so he had to master the means to protect himself and face powerful foreign enemies at any time.

"Crushing Charm?" This spell is also found in Brie's Defence Against the Dark Arts textbooks, but it is not as detailed as this one.

Brie had tried this spell before, but he always didn't know the essentials when he was studying, and it was very awkward to cast it, if he wasn't cautious and careful, the magic power he mobilized was small, and I was afraid that he would be injured himself, so these offensive spells Brie didn't study too deeply, and was ready to wait for the Hogwarts professor to teach.

Thinking that this was the professor's job, Brie hoped that the Defence Against the Dark Arts class next Monday morning would help him, but now Brie had another tutor outside of class.

"Maybe you can try, as long as the mana output is smaller, the smashing spell on this note seems to be more comprehensive, and more powerful with some techniques."

But not here, there are so many books here, and Brie is not a fool, these books are his!

"Well, what is this?" Brie flipped the page again, and there was a gap in this page, and under Brie's powerful perception, he could see the flow of magic on it, and the strangeness he had felt before also came from here.

"Could it be that this book is a product of alchemy?"

Brie could see a very simple trail of magic, which was the hallmark of an alchemical item, but what was the purpose of this book?

Brie held the spine of the book curiously, shook it, and flipped through it quickly......

"So much?" Brie thought that there were not many notes in this not thick book, but found that he was narrow-minded.

"It turned out to be a small device, a little like a small space to cast a traceless stretching spell, but the object here is text pages, interesting little things, maybe I should make one too, it's not difficult to think about, just ...... Well, you need to learn the Stretch Without a Trace spell first, and it can't be too superficial. ”

I flipped through the book again, but this time I couldn't start reading the title, and soon found the source of the book, the Traceless Stretching Spell.

That's a lot easier.

"Do you want to make an alchemy note, maybe you can also take a look at the first alchemy journal written by that guy on your left and right, it seems that he wrote down the detailed production method into it."

While Brie was still studying, Verr had already climbed down, and raised his head and proudly gestured to a thick book next to Brie, which showed no signs of magic flowing, and looked like an ordinary book.

"The notes made by that guy are very peculiar, in fact, only the notes here use this magic, because only words mixed with his own magic can be written into books, and those alchemy books he collected are normal, this note is very expensive to make, at that time it cost him dozens of gold gallons to get the materials, and the time powder is especially precious, of course, now I don't know."

"Hmph, don't you cry and come and ask me for money......," he said, and Van leaned up and crawled back to the bronze lamp on the table.

"Indeed...... It seems like a bit expensive. Brie picked up the book according to Verle's instructions, and quickly found the method of making alchemy notes, some of which Brie knew about were valuable in the skins of magical creatures and time powder, and some of the Mithril necessary for alchemy also gave Brie a little headache.

Of course, the main thing is the core material that Brie doesn't know about - trance grass, maybe Brie will have to ask Professor Sprout.

Of course, in addition to the notes, the magic quills that he had to use also required some expensive materials, and Brie estimated that he would need about a hundred gold galleons to make an alchemy notebook, which, of course, was all Brie for.

"Time powder is not particularly scarce now, and I can still afford the rest of the materials combined, but I have to see how many materials I can make up for free before I speak, and I'm not in a hurry about this."

The reason why Brie wanted to make such a flashy notebook was, of course, because in that person's alchemy diary, the benefits and future benefits of such alchemy notes were written-

Only when the owner dies or agrees can the magical text on it be seen, and the owner can find the location of the note at any time, and even say that by adding some more complex alchemy techniques, it can be made into a space door key, using the spell as a hub to teleport.

Of course, adding complex alchemy was the man's expectation, because he hadn't yet gathered an important material to refine it, which was the skin of a magical creature that could support multiple complex magic and space-time powers, but it was always an idea, wasn't it?

"Money is money when it's spent."

Closing the alchemy journal, Brie picked up the notes over there because the master died, and he had lost the ability to continue writing, Brie fell back into learning, only what can be done Brie will pay attention, and what can't be done is always a fantasy and a waste of time.

And while Brie was studying hard, in the Slytherin common room, some people were unhappy.

"That kid is really unique." I don't know which senior sat on the sofa, hooked the red wine glass with his slender fingers, and said slowly: "You can't drink yet, underage little one." ”

The prefect just said casually, and began to maintain order, stopping a small snake who wanted to steal the wine, after all, no matter how relaxed the Slytherins were in this small banquet, it was impossible for a 12-year-old in the second year to drink.

"Brie Ode, I remember him, very sweet kid." A 15-year-old girl was delicately dressed, raised her eyebrows and smiled a little charmingly, but she was not ready to let go of Brie, but she had a different mind.

"Focus on the ordinary wizard level exam you're about to face, Miss Enid, he may not be able to stand your toss."

"Uh-huh, okay, okay, jealous sixth grader, maybe I should find a time to comfort you, do you miss me?"

"Ahem, ahem." The sixth-grade male prefect stopped talking, but took a sip of wine with a somewhat wandering look in his eyes.

"Hehehe..."

……

The seniors were still talking about Brie and some other interesting things, while the younger ones were already starting to get weird.

"I heard that there was an arrogant guy in the first grade." The second-year prefect was very unhappy, and even a little angry, after all, this small banquet was prepared by their junior grades, and the senior grades only participated in the face, and Brie's absence was completely a slap in the face, so when the principals of the first to fourth grades heard the conversation on the senior side, they were like swallowing flies, and they could only maintain the appearance of etiquette.

"It's just a little bit of praise for his lessons, and he doesn't care about Slytherin rules at all, and that's good, and when he comes back, we should let him remember it a little longer."

"It's not good to make too much trouble."

"Shut up, what are you worried about, he's just a Muggle seed!"

The discussion was hot, but Malfoy silently drank the green apple juice and talked to Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass.

"Malfoy, you're the leader of the first year, don't you have anything to say?" The second-year prefect walked over and said to Malfoy, "I don't think Mr. Malfoy will let such a stupid person exist." ”

Malfoy looked up and smiled lightly, "Oh, who should I be, it turned out to be Arnold Flint, the second-year prefect, maybe you forgot, there is no chief in the first year." "Malfoy wouldn't be so stupid and sweet, not to mention that this Arnold Flint is just a side branch of the Flint family, and his main family, the Flint family, doesn't have much face in front of the Malfoy family, let alone him.

Malfoy was always a little unsure about Brie, especially his eyes that would turn red, which made Malfoy very uneasy, he couldn't forget the incident in Diagon Alley, maybe Brie was just playing tricks on him at the time, but it was like this, what would happen when Brie was really provoked?

The Malfoys have never been determined and have always found a path in their favor, even in the quagmire.

"But you're Malfoy, you're in first grade..."

"Shut up, Flinter!" Before Malfoy could speak, Pansy Parkinson on the side had already noticed Malfoy's disdain and ignorance, so he stopped Flint from asking such a persecutive question.

"Who are you, you must know that this is Slytherin, status and strength are equal, it's not that you can point fingers at us Draco like an idiot when you entered school a year earlier."

Parkinson is still mean and arrogant, it seems to be the same to everyone except Malfoy, and with Parkinson's words, Felint's face turned black and red, but he can't refute anything, because not to mention Malfoy, even the Parkinson's family He can't afford to provoke, so he can only reluctantly retreat, but the anger in his eyes is even stronger.

"Damn boy, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have done Malfoy!"

Well, the idiot has turned his anger on Brie Odeh.

At this time, Brie's roommate, Bress Sabini, said coldly: "Brie Oude is just sick and left the dormitory early......"

"Don't make excuses for him, Slytherin only needs an answer, he is dying and must respect Slytherin!"

Heh, Malfoy laughed, Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass scoffed.