A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 428: The possibility of secularization of potions

Followed by a long list of 'such as'.

Felix estimates that as long as he is a normal person, he will definitely be moved by one or two of the above-mentioned contents, provided that it can really be realized.

Below the leaflet is a simple map.

The curiosity in Felix's heart became heavier. The person who handed him the leaflet was obviously an ordinary person, but it was a coincidence or a coincidence that he went straight to him? He felt that it was more likely to be doing mysterious things in the name of magic. As for what it was, he decided to take a look.

Felix walked through the remote streets according to the instructions on the leaflet. This hand-drawn map is very 'characteristic', with hidden marks drawn on the corners of each street corner, which requires a little thought.

Felix stood in front of a wall, staring at the graffiti on it, looked at it for a while with the help of the dim streetlight, and then turned to the left following the guidance of the big mouse holding a vertical sign on the graffiti.

There are no lights here, the shops on both sides of the street are dilapidated, and a lot of discarded garbage is piled up on the corner of the street. The only light that is on is flickering non-stop. With the whimpering cold wind, it is like shooting a horror movie. The feel of the scene.

But if Felix wants to, he can construct the most realistic horror, and vice versa.

'Three people looked at me in the dark along the way, there was no trace of magic, and the bad feeling in my emotions wasn't too strong...just for money? ’ Felix walked slowly. Since it had nothing to do with magic, nor was it a dark wizard fishing, his interest in the end of the road quickly diminished, and he stopped from time to time to admire the graffiti on the walls along the way.

If you have to describe it, this is the necrotic tissue in the city of London. It was forgotten by the city hall and ignored in several plans. In the end, it became a paradise for wild cats and dogs. People' favorite place.

A few minutes later.

Felix pushed open a dilapidated door and walked in. The simple map on the leaflet had long been useless. It's an exquisite magic circle.

Looking at the window at the door and the mottled signboard, it should have been a clothing store before. But the sign says 'House of Magic' in graffiti-style font.

Felix had a bad feeling that no wizarding group would do such a thing, and this place was more like something that some occultists on the street fiddled with and imagined.

I won't be cheated...

At this time, two burly men walked towards him, and they looked like the type who were better at communicating with fists. Felix sighed, and silver lights flashed in his eyes one after another, "Bang! Bang!" They fell to the ground without a sound.

A few minutes later, the few people who rushed over to help did not run away.

Felix searched around the abandoned hut. A thick layer of dust accumulated in the room indicated that the original owner had been away for a long time. His expression was rather disappointed.

"A gang of robbers... Maybe add kidnapping and extortion?"

This was the information Felix was getting from these people's heads, which was a big disappointment, especially when he knew that the leaflets came from a nearby trash can, which was a double blow.

The truth of the matter is outrageous

It used to be a secret base of a club of occultists, and it might have been disbanded due to the coming of winter or other reasons. They found familiar words on the leaflet (drowsy, fluttering, not knowing where they were when they woke up...), and agreed that this description fits the effect of taking some 'analgesic', so they put This sentence is emphatically marked, as a tacit signal on the street, to attract people in need to take the bait.

Including the conversation between Felix and the addict, he got this kind of hint. It's a pity that Felix didn't notice it at all, but was attracted by the word "magic" on the flyer, so this group of people was out of luck.

"Fortunately, I was excited when I saw the two occult symbols at the door." Felix said dissatisfiedly, feeling that he was completely wasting his time, he should be in the warm office of Hogwarts now That's right.

"What is the emergency number... 999?"

Felix suddenly heard footsteps appearing from a distance and stopped outside the door.

"Is anyone there?" a young voice asked.

Felix blinked, opened the door a narrow gap, and lowered his head just in time to meet a pair of gray eyes. The owner of the eyes held the leaflet in one hand and a stick in the other, and looked at him flinchingly.

Judging simply by his clothes, Felix guessed that this person was not with the gangsters before, and even looked more terrifying to the other party, as could be seen from the trembling hand.

"Is something wrong?" Felix murmured from his throat.

He wants to get rid of the person in front of him as soon as possible, and then make an anonymous call to the police... Well, maybe it can be delayed until tomorrow morning. I heard that sleeping on the floor is good for the waist.

"Hello, is this the House of Magic?" The visitor asked cautiously, shaking the leaflet in his hand with a trembling hand, when Felix turned his eyes from the leaflet to the wooden stick When he stepped on it, the hand holding the stick immediately disappeared in front of him. Unless Felix poked his head out, he would definitely not be able to see it through the wall.

The visitor smiles awkwardly.

"What's the matter with you?" Felix asked again with a dark face and raised his volume.

"I, uh... I saw the leaflet, which said that one of the wishes of the members can be granted..."

Felix was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the ruins in the house and the fugitive who was sleeping on the ground like a dead pig, and said sincerely, "You are so lucky."

"So, is it true?" said the joyful voice.

Felix saw a pair of eyes full of hope, he smacked his lips, and his attitude became a little more serious: "So? I suggest you finish your sentence at once..."

A trembling hand was held in front of his eyes. "I... I practice the piano, because my hand was injured in an accident, I hope to play the piano again."

Felix looked at the uninvited guest in front of him. He was sentenced to death by science, so he resorted to, or put his hope on, occultism?

Honestly, he didn't think it was a smart move. Most wizards will consciously abide by the law of secrecy and rarely deal with ordinary people. Among the few unscrupulous exceptions, dark wizards accounted for the majority.

But this sudden visitor keeps things interesting and may turn out to be a day to remember. thought Felix.

So he said, "It's not impossible to realize your idea... But magic, you should be able to guess, is expensive..." He deliberately said in an obvious philistine tone.

"I brought the money," the man said hastily, adding cautiously to avoid looking like he was being taken advantage of, "I only brought a third of it, if you can really realize my... ... wish, I will pay you the rest."

"Money is useless to me. For wizards, many things are more important than money. You have," Felix said in a low voice.

"You want my eyes!?"

Felix rolled his eyes, "I hate these kinds of horror stories, full of groundless conjectures... I have one myself, and I have one more than you." Pointing to his own forehead, a blue light bloomed from the middle of his forehead, and one eye slowly opened amidst the layers of blue halo.

"Ah!"

To Felix's surprise, after the scream, the uninvited guest's eyes widened, and he didn't intend to escape at all. Instead, he kept asking excitedly, "What price do I need to pay, soul? Health? Appearance? Lifespan?"

"I'm not familiar with demons." Felix muttered, he hesitated and said: "Come in."

He turned around, and a layer of bright silver light silently covered the whole room. The ruins in the room and the piles of fugitives disappeared before his eyes. The dusty floor turned into a red carpet, and broken stones and shards of glass flew to the ceiling and turned into small orange lights. It turned into a green potted plant and was piled up in the corner.

The dilapidated chair seems to have been repainted. The back of the chair is constantly stretched and raised. Two pieces of clothes are quickly wrapped around the chair and become two armrests. Several clothes supports support a semicircle. Shaped dark arch bridge...

When a strange visitor comes in, what he sees is a small concert hall with a piano standing in the center. Opposite the piano is the auditorium with only one seat, occupying the best position.

"This is, uh, wizards also like to listen to music?"

"Ha!" Felix laughed. Sitting on that chair, a black cloak suddenly appeared on him. The room was brightly lit, but his face could not be seen clearly. Silver light, Felix said in a low and hoarse voice: "Are you ready to make a deal with the wizard?"

"What do you need, Mister Wizard?"

"A memory, your best memory."

The man was stunned, and said hesitantly: "I don't even know what the best memory is. In the past six months, there is only pain..."

"It doesn't matter, your heart will tell me the answer. So...the deal is concluded?" Felix said, and he felt in his heart that he should prepare a pair of bat wings and an arrow-shaped tail in advance.

But think of wings...

Felix suddenly wandered into the sky, and he thought of a good idea, maybe he could create a brand new flying magic creation, a set of flying wings. He always felt that the posture of sitting on the broom was a bit stupid, um, don't worry, I'll tell Remus after I go back and think it over.

"...Mr. Wizard? Do I need to sign something?"

"What did you say?"

"It's like a contract, demon... I mean, the kind signed by wizards and ordinary people."

"No need, am I still afraid that you will renege on your debt?" Felix leaned back in the chair and said casually.

…

The crisp piano sound sounded, and the first few notes were still a little jerky, which was the effect of the injured hand, but soon, the tune became coherent and melodious. Tap the beat. It didn't take long for him to frown, and the style of the tune in front of him suddenly changed beyond recognition. This feeling is like the cold and sad moonlight suddenly turning into a high-pitched and passionate charge song. It became a gurgling stream, a low and solemn forest horn...

This is no longer music, but noise.

But this 'contractor' played very happily, especially after realizing what is the happiest memory, he has put all his heart into the music, because after tonight, he will lose this forever Happy...

Felix felt pure luminous joy, and the ability he got from the dementors allowed him to easily detect and distinguish these emotions. It was as if a golden vortex had formed in the yard, expanding outward continuously. Lex drew his wand and twirled it gently, collecting some spilled emotion.

When the magic power mixed with this precious emotion, a drop of golden liquid was formed.

His fingertips danced to the beat of the keys, until the moon was covered by clouds and mist, and the sound of the whimpering wind interrupted the sound of the piano.

"Have a cup of tea, your hands are shaking from the cold." Felix said, a cup floated unsteadily in front of the piano, and the liquid in the cup danced with golden ripples.

"It's not frozen, it's just like this... What kind of tea is this, it tastes weird?"

Felix stood up and straightened his waist, "Your music is unforgettable, I hope to have the opportunity to see your official performance. Then... The Magic House wants to say goodbye to you, I wish you a happy day Have fun." He waved his hand, and the person on the opposite side flew out of the room lightly as if he had no weight.

With a bang, the door closed tightly.

"Oh, Mr. Wizard, you know that's impossible... Mr. Wizard? You haven't been paid yet, where can I find you... God, why is the house gone! Did you do it, Mr. Wizard... ..."

The next morning.

The hut that was once full of miracles at night was completely surrounded, and two police officers led out a bunch of fugitives from inside. They lay down on the cold ground all night with sick faces.

In the crowd, a head kept jumping and looking inside.

"What's the matter? Have you been arrested, wizard first? Who are they!"

Someone who came earlier said: "It is said that they are a group of very cunning fugitives~IndoMTL.com~ who were running around in Surrey before and committed crimes. I heard that they were discovered by a young man who came to graffiti early in the morning and secretly called the police. "

"That's it..." The man was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand, showing off, "Uncle, look at my hand, are it still shaking?"

"Are you looking for me?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm just so happy!"

…

Hogwarts, in the ancient rune office, Felix and Lupine are talking through the sound transmission mirror.

"On these two things, one is flying wings, flying wings, you can name them whatever you want, I will make a sample in the near future, you can see how to improve and simplify;"

"The second thing is to study the secularization of potions. There is no rush, just sort out a list for now."

"Secularization?"

"It is a potion that can be used on ordinary people."