"How can you think so? I am an amazing lamp. The future lamp king will not waste time on a lady's lamp!"
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Verre seemed to have been insulted, and stared in aggrieved eyes, then slowly opened the drawer of the wooden table and pushed all the money inside.
"Humph, don't even think about getting a penny from me!"
Buri ignored Vale. He was not a gentleman. For him, knowledge was the most valuable here. Slowly, Buri continued to be immersed in this notebook.
As he flipped through the notes, Bree felt more and more strange, because most of the records were offensive instant spells. It seemed that his master would encounter danger even when he was studying, so he had to master the method of protecting himself and face it at any time.
A powerful foreign enemy.
"Crushing Curse?" This spell is also found in Bree's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, but it is not as detailed as this one.
Brie had tried this spell before, but he always couldn't get the point when learning it, and it was awkward to cast. If he hadn't been careful and mobilized a small amount of magic power, he might have been injured himself. Therefore, Brie was unable to use these offensive spells.
I didn’t study too deeply, so I was ready to wait for the professors at Hogwarts to teach me.
Thinking that this is a professor's job, Bree hopes that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next Monday morning can help him, but now Bree has another extracurricular tutor.
"Maybe you can try it. As long as the magic power output is smaller, the crushing spell in this notebook seems to be more comprehensive and more powerful with some techniques."
But not here, there are so many books here, and Bree is not a fool, these books are all his!
"Well, this is?" Brie turned the page again. There was a gap in this page. With Brie's strong perception, he could find the flow of magic on it. The strangeness he felt before also came from here.
"Is this book a product of alchemy?"
Bree can see a very simple magic trace, which is the sign of an alchemical item, but what is the function of this book?
Bree held the book in her hands curiously, shook it, and then flipped through it quickly...
"So many?" Brie thought this thin notebook didn't have much, but found that he was narrow-minded.
"It turns out that there is a small device set up, which is like casting a traceless stretching spell in a small space, but the object here is text pages, an interesting little thing. Maybe I should make one too. It's not difficult to think about, I just need...
Well, you need to learn the Traceless Stretching Spell first, and it shouldn’t be too superficial.”
I flipped through the book again randomly, but this time I couldn't read the title. I quickly found the source of this book - the Traceless Stretching Spell.
This is much easier to handle.
"Do you want to make an alchemy diary? Maybe you can look at the first alchemy diary written by that guy on the left and right of you. It seems that he has written down the detailed production methods."
While Brienne was still studying, Ver had climbed down, and raised his head and pointed proudly at a thick book next to Brienne. There was no sign of magic flowing on it, and the thickness seemed ordinary.
Book.
"The notes made by that guy are very strange. In fact, only the notes here use this kind of magic, because only words mixed with his own magic power can be written into books, and the alchemy books he collected are normal. This note is made
It was very expensive. At that time, he spent dozens of gold galleons to get the materials together, and the time powder was especially precious. Of course, I don’t know now.”
"Hmph, don't come crying and asking me for money..." With that said, Ver raised his body and climbed back to the bronze lamp on the table.
"Indeed...it seems a bit expensive." Bree picked up the book according to Ver's instructions, and soon found the method of making the alchemy notes. Among the materials that Bree knew, the skin of magical creatures was
and time powder are valuable, and some mithril necessary for alchemy also give Bree some headaches.
Of course, the most important thing is the core material that Bree doesn't know about - Hucao. Perhaps Bree has to ask Professor Sprout.
Of course, in addition to notes, the necessary magical quill also requires some expensive materials. Bree estimated that it would cost him about a hundred gold galleons to make an alchemy notebook. Of course, this is
When everything depends on buying.
"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 get for free first, so I'm not in a hurry."
The reason why Bree wanted to write such a flashy notebook was, of course, because of the benefits and future benefits of writing such an alchemy notebook in that person's alchemy diary——
Only the master who dies or agrees can see the magic text on it, and the master can find the location of the note at any time. It is even said that by adding some more complex alchemy techniques, it can be made into a space door key, using the magic spell as the hub, to carry out
Transmit.
Of course, adding complex alchemy was that person's expectation. He couldn't refine it because he hadn't gathered an important material yet, which was the fur of a magical creature that could support multiple complex magics and space-time powers. But it was still just a thought.
.
"Money is money only when it is spent."
Closing the alchemy journal, Bree picked up the notes there that had lost the ability to continue writing because the owner died. Bree fell into learning again. Only things that can be completed will interest Bree. Things that cannot be accomplished are always
Fantasy, waste of time.
But while Bree was studying hard, some people in the Slytherin common room were unhappy.
"That boy is really unique." An unknown senior was sitting on the sofa, holding the red wine glass with his slender fingers, and said slowly: "You can't drink yet, you underage kid."
The male prefect just said something casually and started to maintain order and stopped a little snake who wanted to steal a drink. After all, no matter how lenient the Slytherins were to this small banquet, they would not be able to let the 12-year-old second grader
drink wine.
"Brie Olde, I remember him, he was a very cute child." A 15-year-old girl dressed exquisitely, raised her eyebrows slightly charmingly and smiled, but she was not ready to let Bree go, but she moved and said goodbye.
Such thoughts.
"Focus on the ordinary wizard level exam you are about to face, Miss Enid. He may not be able to withstand your tossing."
"Hmm, okay, okay, jealous sixth grade prefect, maybe I should find time to comfort you. Do you miss me?"
"Ahem, cough, cough." The sixth-grade male prefect stopped talking. He just took a sip of wine with a wandering look.
"Hehehe..."
…
The senior students were still talking about Bree and some other interesting things calmly, but the junior students were already starting to get weird.
"I heard that there is an arrogant guy in the first grade." The second-grade prefect was very unhappy, even a little angry. After all, this small banquet was prepared by their lower grades, and the upper grades only participated in it, and Bree
Not showing up was a slap in the face, so the principals from the first to fourth years felt as if they had swallowed flies when they heard the conversation from the senior students, and could only maintain superficial etiquette.
"It's just a matter of getting praise in some classes, and completely disregarding Slytherin's rules. Very good. When he comes back, we should let him have a longer memory."
"It's not good to make too much noise."
"Shut up, what are you worried about? He's just a Muggle!"
There was a lively discussion here, but Malfoy was silently drinking green apple juice and talking to Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass.
"Malfoy, you are the leader of the first grade, don't you have something to say?" The second grade prefect came over and said to Malfoy: "I don't think Mr. Malfoy will let such a stupid person go.
People exist."
Malfoy raised his head, smiled softly and said: "Oh, who do I think it is? It turns out to be Arnold Flint, the second-year prefect. Maybe you have forgotten that there is no chief in the first grade." Malfoy would not be so stupid.
He continued sweetly, what's more, this Arnold Flint is just a 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 Bree, especially his eyes that would turn red, which made Malfoy very uneasy. He couldn't forget what happened in Diagon Alley. Maybe Bree was just teasing him at that time.
But exactly like this, what will happen when Bree is really pissed off?
The Malfoy family has never been determined and can always find a path that is beneficial to them, even in the quagmire.
"But you are Malfoy, a first year..."
"Shut up, Flint!" Before Malfoy could speak, Pansy Parkinson noticed Malfoy's disdain and disregard, so he stopped Flint from pressing the question.
"Who do you think you are? You must know that this is Slytherin. Status and strength are equal. It's not like you could have pointed fingers at our Draco after enrolling a year earlier, like a fool."
Parkinson was still mean and arrogant, and seemed to treat everyone except Malfoy like this. With Parkinson's words, Flint's face turned black and red, but he couldn't refute anything, because let alone Malfoy,
He couldn't afford to offend even the Parkinson family, so he could only retreat reluctantly, but the anger in his eyes became even stronger.
"Damn you boy, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have turned against Malfoy!"
Well, this fool has directed his wrath at Brea O'Dea.
At this time, Brie's roommate Blaise Chabini said coldly: "Brie Oude was just sick and left the dormitory very early..."
"Don't make excuses for him. As long as Slytherin answers, he must respect Slytherin even if he is about to die!"
Ha, Malfoy laughed on the side, and Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass also sneered.