In today's potions class, the feeling of being in jail was particularly obvious.
Unlike Harry who was on tenterhooks, Ron behaved as usual, but that doesn't mean he has a strong psychological quality, he just has a big heart.
He has always been like this. If he didn't have this mentality, he wouldn't be Harry's best friend. After all, for a child of this age, dealing with the Boy-Who-Lived still has a certain amount of psychological pressure. Very few people can do that.
Get along with him normally.
Because of his absent-mindedness, Harry made many mistakes in this potions class, so he was ridiculed by Snape, deducted points, and then laughed at by the Slytherin students.
But that's it.
It wasn't until get out of class was over and he walked out of the Potions classroom that Harry's heart returned to his stomach.
Nothing seems to be wrong? Maybe Crabbe and Goyle were too stupid to tell Snape that they suddenly lost consciousness and were locked in a locker? Or maybe Malfoy felt embarrassed and kept silent?
In any case, it seems to be safe, Harry's nervousness has calmed down, and in a few days he will completely forget about this matter.
At the same time, in the underground chamber of Hogwarts.
Erwin stared at the bubbling crucible in front of him, holding his breath and sensing the subtle changes and reactions among the various ingredients in the pot.
This is a hard-to-speak, mysterious and mysterious feeling. He must maintain the balance, and every time he adds a material, he must also add a certain amount of magic power to continue to maintain this balance. If there is a slight imbalance, all previous efforts will be wasted.
Get a pot of scraps.
This process must be completed by a wizard, and no matter how sophisticated the magic tools are, it cannot replace it. If there is no corresponding talent, only a lot of practice and enough experience can maintain this balance.
Erwin is lucky. He has talent in this area. Of course, this is mainly due to his cognitive and thinking abilities that are far beyond those of his peers... Although he is still a little behind the real potions genius, it is enough.
Used.
"Now, join the Moonlight Scale Powder!" Riddle said.
In fact, he didn't need to remind him, Erwin's speed was faster, and as the powder was added, a light blue mist immediately appeared on the crucible.
This color basically represents success.
There is one last step. At this time, the advantage of innate ability is reflected. No wand is needed. Erwin uses kinetic energy to levitate the crucible and places it on a prepared metal plate next to it.
There were magic words engraved on the metal plate. When it was activated, a thin layer of frost immediately appeared on the edge of the metal plate.
These magic words are the effect of forcing cold.
The temperature of the crucible dropped rapidly, and after the blue mist dissipated, the clear liquid inside could be seen.
Successfully, the magic awakening potion, even if it is not of the highest quality, can be said to be absolutely qualified.
"Very good, you are now able to prepare magic awakening potion stably and successfully." Riddle praised, as if he was just a teacher who sincerely taught skills.
"The effect of this potion will be greater than you think, because every wizard has the fundamental desire to become stronger. Although this potion is only effective for underage wizards, it is okay, you
You can rely on it to have enough supporters, such as the red-haired family, or the Muggle girl who has a good relationship with you, and they will build a stronger and more reliable relationship with you..."
Riddle is sincere in his role as consultant.
Erwin didn't answer, but poured out the potion from the crucible and filled several empty bottles.
At this time, the door to the secret room opened, and a girl with black hair walked in, it was Melanie.
"What is this female vampire doing here?" Riddle was quite surprised.
glutinous rice dog
Erwin nodded to Melanie. "Have you brought the tears of Abel?"
Melanie handed Erwin a small bottle.
"Abel's Tears? What is this?" Riddle looked confused. This seemed to be beyond his cognition.
After all, Abel's Tears are a drug specially formulated for vampires.
"A poison that can temporarily paralyze the immune system of the person who takes it." Erwin said.
"What's the use?"
"I'm going to mix it with the Magic Awakening Potion," Erwin said.
Riddle was silent for a while, "Are you trying to poison someone?"
"No, I will also add my own blood, because what I really hope to get is... the blood spreading potion." Erwin said slowly.
There's nothing to hide.
"Bloodline spread?" This was completely beyond Riddle's expectations.
Shouldn't ordinary wizards value bloodline extremely? After all, this is related to the foundation of magic, so how can they think about spreading it?
From Riddle's perspective, he has certainly seen that Erwin has some excellent bloodline, otherwise he would not be able to have such strength at this age. "Does it mean that your bloodline is very powerful? It's Godric G.
The blood of Llanffindor?" Riddle himself is a descendant of Slytherin, so this was the first thing he thought of.
Erwin didn't respond.
The hidden anger in Riddle's heart flashed through. Although he tried his best to pretend to be a considerate little magic follower, Erwin's wariness against him never weakened even a little. Riddle still knew him very well.
Limited, Erwin spends a lot of time in a day cutting off the supply of magic power to him, making it impossible for him to sense the outside world in his diary.
During this period, Riddle had no way of knowing anything Erwin did.
But he can be patient. As long as they get along long enough, his constant kindness will eventually have an effect, and Erwin will gradually lose his guard and think that friendship has arisen between them. At that time, he will naturally confide all his secrets.
out.
As a remnant soul imprisoned alone in a diary, Riddle has plenty of time and patience.
"Listen, you should understand that blood is the foundation of magic to a certain extent. If you want to spread your blood, one or two is okay, but if there are more, it will definitely affect you. The blood of magic is not human.
It is born naturally, and if it is missing, it is missing, and it cannot be restored naturally." Riddle reminded.
"Of course I won't do stupid things that harm myself and benefit others." Erwin said leisurely.
"Then you still?"
"That's why I asked her to come over." Erwin looked at Melanie.
"Vampire? Wait, blood magic...I understand."
"You can actually understand?" Erwin was also a little surprised. Riddle's knowledge was really broad enough.
"I definitely cannot accept paying a lot of blood, but a simple blood magic can solve this problem, and that is blood replication."
Riddle was silent for a while, "This is really something I never thought about." He admitted.
Erwin nodded towards Melanie, "We can get started."