"It's actually very easy to master magic. You only need to find the trajectory of the flow of magic power in the magic riots again and again, and impact the magic power threshold in the body. Muen said, taking Harry underground.

It was Harry's first time seeing the underground of Moonlight Castle, and it wasn't as special as he had imagined, with an old wooden floor that sometimes creaked when stepped on. In the aisle, there are wine bottles from an unknown number of years ago, or piles of miscellaneous items.

Mu En said calmly, "You can't expect me to have too much time to clean up an entire castle. ”

Harry looked embarrassed, Uncle Muen, don't you think it's too late for you to make this kind of explanation now?

This week, he had already seen how messy this castle was!

There are wider corridors under the castle than above ground, and the rooms are farther away from each other.

Oil lamps fluttered in the corridor, orange-red fire and darkness constantly intertwined, dancing a never-ending dance.

Arriving at a room called the Potions Room, pushing open the heavy door, Harry saw a room with various glass instruments, crucibles, and scales.

On the left and right sides of the room, in addition to various alchemy equipment, there are also various stacked herbs, or eyeballs, animal carcasses, and pickled cucumbers stored in jars.

Sour cucumber?!

Muen didn't pay any attention to Harry's gaze, instead taking out a number of herbs from the cabinet.

"You've learned how to configure energy potions, and you've got mature potions experience." Mu En said, "Next, what I want to teach you is the Passion Elixir. ”

This potion is derived from the Wrath Concoction, a combat potion that can greatly boil mana and increase the effectiveness of spellcasting.

Of course, the Passion Elixir is not that strong. It is nothing more than to make the wizard's mood peak rise and the magic restless.

It has a miraculous effect on stimulating the little wizard.

After explaining the logic between potion and magic training, Mu En began to configure the potion.

"I'll only do it once, you have to be optimistic. Until you master your magic, all potions need to be done by yourself, and I won't help you.

If you make a mistake, it will cause explosion, corrosion, diarrhea, intestinal perforation, etc...... I will do my best to ensure that you do not die! ”

Harry listened to the cold sweat and nodded his head repeatedly. Without saying a word, he stared at Mu En's refining medicine, and tried to engrave the processing technique, ratio, and processing time of each medicine into his mind.

An hour later, a pool of bright red liquid appeared in the cauldron. Muen poured it out, and then gave Harry time for a follow-up question.

After another ten minutes, the introductory Potions class was over.

Outside the castle, Muen erected a dummy on the lawn and said, "If you don't have a target for a magic explosion, aim at it." You can think of him as anyone, Dudley, or your aunt and uncle, or someone else you hated at school. ”

Harry was holding the vial of the red potion of passion, a little nervous, and his feet kept stomping on the grass.

Seeing this, Mu En didn't say much. There are many things that need to be told too much, and no amount of talk will help, as long as it is the first time, I will be nervous.

After watching Harry drink the potion, he returned to Moonlight Castle and looked at the book he had bought from Diagon Alley.

The red sofa had taken on his shape, and as he lay down in it, the leather would be a little cold at first, but after a while he would feel like he was in it.

Lucifer added wood for himself, trying to burn it better, and it didn't take long for the flames to rise and fall, which was his own "sleeping position".

Instead of choosing advanced spell books or looking at what seemed to be a unique transfiguration, Muen was the first to open Bassa's Modern History of Magic.

In the past, he liked powerful spells and new magic, but now, he prefers to find the context of development in the history of magic, and then conduct corresponding and orderly magical research.

Take history as a mirror and the ancients as disciples...

Unlike the warmth of the castle, even in summer, the Scandinavian mountains can be bitterly cold, especially on the peaks.

But Harry didn't care about the cold wind, he only felt his blood surging up at this time, and his mind was in chaos.

It's like Dudley waking up and throwing a tantrum at will.

Should...

"Hey—"

Harry was three or four meters away from the dummy, his hands facing forward, and his mouth was grunting, imagining that he wanted to knock the dummy into the air.

"Hah-"

Harry struck again.

A few blades of grass drifted in front of Harry's eyes, and the dummy was still the same dummy, and he was still the same person.

No change at all.

"No, no, no," Harry scratched his hair with both hands, and his mouth was a little irritated, "No!!" Not so!! ”

It's annoying-

He felt very irritable now, but he couldn't find an outlet for catharsis, like a balloon that had been blown over his head, trembling and shaking in the air.

After a moment of restlessness, Harry jerked his head up and looked at the dummy's face, trying to imagine the dummy as Dudley's face.

However, no matter how much he told himself that Dudley was in front of him, it didn't help.

Where did Dudley come from so thin?!

It doesn't matter if it's the Dursleys, or whoever bullies him at school.

Disgust, anger, and even extreme hatred are almost gone.

This week, the Dursleys have treated it as air, he has not been bullied, where is there any hatred.

The child's heart doesn't have so many thoughts after being filled with desire, and he can't hate it even if he wants to.

Harry stared at the dummy's face, which was no different from the dummies used to display clothes in the mall, except that he had no facial features...

Somehow, maybe it was potions, maybe it was some other influence, but a face suddenly appeared in front of Harry's eyes overlapping with the dummy.

At the same time, the scar on his forehead also showed a burning pain, which made his facial features twist.

Scenes of green light began to flicker in front of his eyes, and a hideously laughing figure without a nose and hair began to intersect with the dummy in front of him...

The pain in his forehead, the already irritable thoughts, the light that kept flickering in front of his eyes, the screams in his ears, and the hideous and cold low laughter constantly filled his mind...

With Harry's angry roar, a force suddenly erupted from him.

With a loud bang, the dummy suddenly flew backwards as if it had been hit by a truck, smashing into the rocks behind it, and rolling at an angle until it hit a huge sequoia.

Harry was half-hunched, clutching the scar on his forehead.

At this point, Harry remembered the scene a week ago when Uncle Muen was attacked.

Run in the same groove...

"It's not right, maybe I'll have to ask Uncle Muen," Harry muttered, forcing himself to stand up, and the mountain wind blew, making him feel a little refreshed from his sweat.

Inside, Muen had just finished reading the table of contents and synopsis on the front page of the book, and before he could open the first chapter, he saw Harry open the door and walk in.

"Uncle Muen, I have some questions to ask." Harry said with some impatience.

Muen nodded, looking at Harry, "What's the problem?" ”

"I want to get to know me." Harry said, then feeling that there was something wrong with the expression: "My scar, there's something wrong with it.

I... My scar suddenly hurt very much, and then I saw a figure using a wand to cast a magic spell to attack me, and a woman pounced and blocked the magic, becoming..."

For some reason, the more Harry spoke, the more palpitations he felt.

He took a deep breath, thought of what Uncle Mu En said, don't write emotions on your face, and then said as calmly as possible:

"I feel like that woman is my mother."