"Of course, magic is as powerful as possible. Because that's how you can survive in a brutal environment. ”

Owen looked at her and said seductively, "But as the creature that threatened humanity gradually became extinct, and the existential crisis of humanity shifted from the outside to the inside, the development of magic changed.

After all, dealing with a human wizard is much easier than dealing with a Chimera.

Over time, ancient magic was gradually forgotten. ”

"I see." Hermione nodded, and she learned a new perspective on historical evolution.

However, although Owen has explained it clearly, she is still a little worried: "Is this all black magic?" ”

Black magic!

The subtext is that do these spells need emotions as a catalyst?

Why is black magic evil, because the emotions required to induce this type of magic are evil, and why is it that anyone who uses a killing spell on a wizard, whether he kills or not, is imprisoned in Azkaban.

Because when the wand lit up green, at that moment, his intention to brutally kill others was clear.

And that's enough to be found guilty!

That's why Hermione cares if these spells are black magic.

Because she doesn't want to become a dark wizard subtly.

"Hmm- you can change the color of the spell to pink."

“.” Hermione blushed and gave him a blank look—amorous.

"Alright! Although there are some impacts, it is not the kind you think. Owen tilted his head and pretended to be calm.

"Really?" The little girl was still a little skeptical.

After all, powerful spells have all sorts of limitations.

She didn't believe that it would be a little more difficult to cast such a spell than a levitation charm.

"Ahem." Owen coughed dryly twice and straightened his back, trying to look taller and more confident.

His arms hung at his sides, his fingers shaking involuntarily.

Forced to smile back with a calm face.

Then he immediately changed his face, "Didn't you say you wanted to learn powerful spells?" These three are the three most powerful spells in Source Magic, and they are legendary spells. Do you learn or not! ”

"I learn!" She nodded affirmatively.

"Then study hard!" Owen tapped her on the head, "Look at the wand, what do you think I'm doing?" I have flowers on my face! ”

"Oh!" A witch clutched her head, her eyes drawn to the boy's wand.

The journey of learning magic with Owen was unforgettable.

Any young wizard will feel a sense of admiration when he receives his guidance.

He seemed to know everything.

It's not just magic, it's ancient history, it's hidden secrets lost in time, and so on.

He opened his mouth and came.

You have to admit that Owen is really good, and it's the kind of all-round excellence, you can't find his shortcomings in a certain subject at all.

In the snowy winter, snowflakes fall on the eaves of the castle like countless fluttering butterflies.

For the rest of the day, the two of them stopped practicing magic in the Room of Requirement.

Unlike Owen, Hermione can easily grasp the strength of the power of spells, and as a beginner, if she is allowed to cast spells unscrupulously in the Room of Need, this room that has been passed down for more than a thousand years may be destroyed by her.

In the end, they chose the outer forbidden forest near Hagrid's hut.

Since then, Hagrid has been their logistician, and he can often be seen Owen and Hermione wearing thick wool coats heading to the Forbidden Forest.

At first, he would speak out to block it.

But after Owen explained that he was teaching Hermione powerful spells, Hagrid's resistance plummeted.

He knew that Hermione had become a Hogwarts Warrior, and as a member of Hogwarts, he naturally hoped that Hogwarts would win the final championship.

Although Hagrid disliked Owen very much, it was undeniable that he was capable of teaching Hermione at Hogwarts.

And so on.

Hagrid chose to turn a blind eye to Owen and Hermione's frequent entry into the Forbidden Forest.

A few days later, he would even cook a pot of broth when the two returned.

In Hagrid's cabin, Hermione and Owen sat on the couch together.

Miss Granger approached the warm fire, her face flushed in the leaping firelight.

Outside, the blizzard was like a flock of dancing white ghosts, roaring and banging frantically against the windows, making a rustling sound.

But the warmth inside the house is like a protective shield, keeping the cold out, leaving only silence and comfort.

She held a bowl of hot broth in her hand and blew softly, and those small droplets of water drifted in the heat of the soup, as if she had been brought to life.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation and satisfaction, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly with a hint of joy every time she took a sip of broth. Her fingers trembled slightly on the edge of the bowl, not from the cold, but from the excitement and anticipation in her heart.

Of course, it's more likely that someone is right next to her.

"I warn you, don't teach Hermione any of the dark arts, and if I find out, I'll inform Dumbledore immediately." Hagrid was still worried about Miss Granger's possible fall into the Dark Wizard.

He said solemnly as he handed Owen a bowl of broth.

"That's not black magic!" Someone emphasized it again.

But to say that there is no effect on the mood, it is impossible, stargazers, will be attracted by the stars, gradually addicted to the stars and become withdrawn.

But—Owen glanced at the cheerful one, and drank the broth without lowering his wand.

The vine wand in her hand glowed aqua blue, and two glowing, small comets about the size of a thumb were circling the wand.

Uh- it looks like Miss Granger isn't affected.

"Oh! By the way, how did Dumbledore and the other headmasters discuss in the first level? He took a sip of the broth, which was salty and had a very rich meaty aroma.

"There is a big difference." Hagrid sat in his armchair, fangs lying at his feet nibbling on a piece of fresh meat.

"And it's not Dumbledore who primarily designs the questions."

"Who's that?" Owen asked curiously.

"Who else could it be?" He glared at Owen. Someone immediately understood.

"He always said it was too simple, too simple. And then keep increasing the difficulty. Oh! The test he proposed in the previous seminar, I don't think even the Aurors may have passed. ”

"The level of the little wizards is increasing year by year, and if it is still the same difficulty as before, it is too easy for them. Raise the difficulty appropriately, it's nothing. ”

"I know." Hagrid gasped and said in a rough voice, "But respect reality too!" ”

"You're just students, not Aurors."

Hagrid, it seems, was unhappy with the content of the game.

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head and whispered to Owen, "You should go find the new alchemy professor, he is the Dark Lord through and through."

He is making the key props of the game. If you want Hogwarts to win. ”

Hagrid winked at him, and the meaning of it was needless to say.

"No problem, I'll go find him."

Owen smiled meaningfully as well.

At this time, the blizzard outside the house was even more intense, but the temperature inside was always comfortable.

Hermione's breath formed a faint mist in the air, as if it were some mysterious spell. Her heart beat faster under the stimulation of hot soup and magic, a rhythm of anticipation and challenge.

She looked out the window, and there seemed to be a vague figure in the wind and snow crossing the sky, its snow-white body blending into the snowflakes, and if you didn't look closely enough, you wouldn't be able to spot it.

"How's Hermione's Charms going?"

Hagrid rubbed his head, then took the piece of meat from its mouth and threw it farther away, and sure enough, the foodie dog slowly chased after the piece of meat.

Hearing this, Miss Granger lowered her head in shame, not knowing if it was because the difficulty of the spell was too high, or because the learning process was too ambiguous.

"Oh! You know. Owen lay on the couch, tucking into the beaver skin behind him, waiting for the snow to stop, "Miss Granger's magic can't be invented yet!" ”

"That's right!" Hagrid nodded, agreeing.

When Hermione heard the words and began to burn her neck, he looked at her with a smile and concern.

——————

In the days that followed, time flew by.

From the full schedule of Hogwarts, it seems that the professor intends to catch up on the lessons that were delayed by holding the tournament by adding a third more lessons.

The alchemy course finally reopened in November.

Victor, who replaced Dumbledore as the new alchemy professor, was initially not respected by the young wizards.

He looked too young.

Some seventh graders are generally older.

And alchemy is an esoteric discipline, and it is simply impractical to achieve brilliant results at such an age.

Therefore, most of the young wizards who take this course only think that he was caught by Dumbledore.

Didn't expect much talent from Victor.

Until the first lesson.

——

In a real dark wizard's classroom.

At the entrance, three glass jars stand out in the corners, and the green liquid inside floats with organs mixed with flesh and metal, filling several walls.

A gurney, with blood stains on the leather surface and a mechanical hand drill, lies quietly in the middle of the room.

Dozens of dismantled limbs of some kind of creature were hung on each wall. For Victor, his classroom may be a sanctuary for his most creative and significant experiments, but he can also imagine how frightening it might be for a child.

"Ah~~~" Most of the little wizards who entered the alchemy classroom would let out such a scream.

And then I want to get out of here.

But when they poured into the classroom and didn't respond, Owen closed the door.

Then he would look at the many young wizards with a smirk.

There are many young wizards who choose alchemy this year, all four houses, Hermione, George, and Fred are all there.

What made Owen even more excited was that most of the wizards from the other three schools also took this course. After all, most of them were sixth- and seventh-year wizards. It's normal to take this course.

Among them are the three warriors, Fleur, Krum and Koyatel.

The former was born in Beauxbatons, where alchemy flourished, and of course he would be curious about the alchemy class at Hogwarts, and the latter was probably named by Grindelwald, and poor Krum had no choice.

As for Koyatl?

She probably came to this class with the mentality of watching jokes, because she didn't look down on Hogwarts from the bottom of her heart.

At this moment—

In the classroom, the lectern was removed.

I changed it to a flat table.

There were all sorts of alchemical equipment on the table, and of course - none of this mattered, the important thing was that there was a corpse on the table.

Yes - a corpse of Tameow.

Victor picked up something like a Muggle flashlight and pressed its top switch, and the flashlight immediately emitted an extremely delicate red light, which sliced through the shell of the eight-eyed giant spider steadily and accurately.

Suddenly, a lingering smell of burnt meat wafted through the classroom.

The little wizards covered their noses and retreated, but he remained calm and began to dismantle the limbs of the giant spider.

In a moment, the table was half full of giant spiders

Later, Victor retrieved the alchemy machine he had placed on the table and embedded it into the body of the giant spider.

The little wizard may not be used to such a scene, but Victor is seeing the blood vessels and tendons intertwined with the mechanical augmentation. Instead of daunting and backing down, he felt a sense of accomplishment because he saw a seamless combination between synthetic and biomaterials.

Victor kept his left hand still and adjusted the silver dial of the iris lens with his right hand. The device adjusts the light path through a set of reflective lenses, allowing him to see clearly in the classroom.

"This eight-eyed spider has a very serious heart disease. It was parasitized by a magical plant. ”

There is an echo of the silent drop of a needle in the classroom.

The little wizards held their breath and stared blankly at Victor at the table.

"Now, I'm going to use an alchemy machine to replace its heart." As he spoke, Victor reached deep into his arm and thrust a pumpkin-sized 'mechanical heart' into the car-sized eight-eyed spider in front of him.

"Professor, will it come back to life?" Owen rushed to the front line with great interest, his eyes staring directly at the bloody thing on the lectern, the bloody ugliness that came to his face did not reduce his enthusiasm, on the contrary, he still made a hand on the side.

Owen picked up a bone cutter and handed it over.

"It's dead, Sanchez!" Victor took the knife, and then slowly slashed the wound on the heart of the giant spider he had just made, and a magical scene appeared, this knife slashed, not only the wound, but also under the stimulation of the weak electric current of the knife edge, it healed very quickly.

"It's amazing!" Owen looked at the wound carefully, and it was clear that the knife in his hand was also a magic item.

"But you can make it into an alchemy golem." He said.

"It's going to be more reliable than any spell."

"Cool!" Owen sighed, and then said with a happy face, "Professor, what if it's human?" Or can this puppet retain the original abilities of magical beasts? Or can it only become an unconscious beast that relies on biting? ”

He said it kindly, but it sounded like a thunderbolt in the little wizard's ears.

Everyone's eyes turned to him.

The gaze that looked at him was more or less with a hint of fear.

"Some qualities can be preserved, such as the ability of the body, such as the transformation of the Thestrals, and the spitting flames of the fire dragon, but some of the soul, such as the ability of the unicorn to distinguish between good and evil, will be lost."

"Still." He paused, "Ancient magic may have a different effect, that kind of magic has a very wonderful metamorphosis effect on the organism, and it may be possible to achieve the highest work of alchemy, creating souls. ”

"Really?" Owen nodded, reached out and stroked the puppet eight-eyed giant spider, and all kinds of small thoughts suddenly appeared in his heart.

Create souls!

This is the pinnacle of alchemy that even the Three Sacred Weapons have not achieved.

The Resurrection Stone is a powerful tool for crafting the Yin Corpse, but it only summons the souls of the dead, not creates a soul that is completely under the control of the caster.

Voldemort once held the Resurrection Stone for a while, but because no one ever loved him, neither his father nor his mother.

So he didn't see the soul of the deceased, and he didn't know anything about the secret of the resurrection stone.

Thus missing an army of Yin Corpses.

"Vomit~~~"

Suddenly there was a sound of retching in the classroom.

The little wizards' faces were pale, and few were still calm.

Even the little wizards of Hogwarts have seen so much in the past few years that they have never seen such a battle.

It's not bloody, it's not disgusting.

It's - why would someone calmly take the poor eight-eyed giant spider apart little by little, like disassembling a machine, and fill the table with parts little by little.

This is no longer bloody, but terrifying.

Miss Granger's face was equally ugly. Her lips were pale, but she looked stronger than the other little wizards.

The biggest reaction was the little wizards from the other academies.

Especially the wizards of Beauxbatons.

This kind of bloody scene was something they had never encountered before. I couldn't stop trembling all over.

Compared to Beauxbatons, the other two colleges are much better.

Especially Ilvermorny.

The girl named Koyatl, she only frowned slightly, although she also showed discomfort, but she did not mean to panic at all.

This piqued Owen's curiosity.

What did she go through to be able to stand still in the face of such a bloody scene.

"Ancient magic not only possesses great energy, but also has the ability to manipulate matter, and many techniques that cannot be achieved by conventional spells can be easily broken through through ancient magic."

Victor continued.

Hearing this, Owen has not yet reacted.

The girl from Ilvermorny was the first to open her mouth, "How to manipulate matter?" Need a special spell? ”

Her voice was euphemistic, her figure was tall and elegant, and Ilvermorny's school uniform was as luxurious as a gown.

"No special spells are required. You just need to dispatch the mana. Victor just looked up at her, then turned around and began to write and draw on the blackboard.

With the blessing of the spell, dense alchemy rules and calculation formulas automatically began to appear on the blackboard.

It's like putting you in a class of advanced mathematics.

(End of chapter)