Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The Hogwarts library has always recruited the most disciplined and mediocre wizards to serve as administrators.

Limley Winnington is such a person, an old man who has been conscientious for more than 40 years.

He is over 60 years old this year, and he has an old problem, that is, when his legs arrive in winter, the joints will not work well, and he always limps when he walks.

One morning in November, he was cleaning the collection of books in the restricted area of ​​the library.

Suddenly, he heard the faint sound of turning pages behind him.

"Well...who?"

Limley immediately turned to the corner, clutching his legs, but the place was empty and no one was found.

Frowning thinking for a while, Limley cursed suddenly.

"Damn... these **** magic books."

The pain in his legs made him feel bad. He scolded and slapped the bookshelf with a feather duster, as if he had a deep hatred with these books.

"Clean up 50,000 books every day, 10 Jin Jialong a month, **** Dipet..."

He grumbled about work. A piece of feather that was thrown out of his feather duster suddenly hovered in the midair in the corner, motionless.

The voice of the leader disappeared in the corner with complaints.

The feather landed slowly.

Hoffa released the sneak, took off the feathers from his head, and sighed.

After the administrator's voice could no longer be heard, he continued to pull out a potion book and read it word by word.

...

After entering November, the air in the castle gets colder day by day. And Hoffa began his journey of learning all kinds of "extracurricular" knowledge in school.

Hoffa didn't want to be so risky, and started violating school rules so soon. After all, he managed to keep a low profile and became an unobtrusive student.

But now I can't help him.

On the back of his hand, that pale golden tattoo absorbs most of his magic power every day, every day... and there is no time rule at all.

Sometimes during the day, sometimes in the middle of the night. In short, I have to come every few hours.

Although the efficiency of absorbing magic power was not as exaggerated as it was at the beginning, it sucked up again and again.

But this rate of consumption of magic power is something Hoffa cannot afford.

Although he had little magic power and was stretched out to fight, he still had enough life and study on weekdays.

But now he often goes to class halfway through, and his magic suddenly disappears.

The most embarrassing time was the transformation class. Dumbledore asked Hoffa to come on stage to demonstrate the viper and the rope transformation.

This is not difficult at first.

But when Hoffa came to power, just half of his magic power was suddenly exhausted by the tattoo.

Dumbledore also wanted to see the results of Hoffa's deformation with enthusiasm, but the rope bit his hand, causing his fingers to swell into radishes.

The class burst into laughter, and Hoffa had a big ugly.

He went to look up the information, frantically looked up all the information, trying to figure out what the pattern was.

But after searching for half a month, he found nothing. Let alone the lines, he didn't even find any records about Helheim and Thunderbird.

Of course, at such a high price, Hoffa had also imagined whether he had any treasure.

For example, this tattoo can swallow your own magic power, but eliminate impurities and spit out more pure magic power.

For example, this tattoo can store magic power and release it later in battle.

For example, this tattoo can bring lightning attributes to one's magic power, and make one's magic more powerful.

For example, an old grandfather may live in a tattoo, and he will wake up after absorbing his own magic power, and then lead himself to the peak of life.

but......

Nothing at all.

Nothing!

It is simply devouring magic power.

No feedback, no reason, no reason.

Regardless of time, location, or occasion.

That's it...

It was like a poor man who was busy with his livelihood, suddenly there was another child waiting to be fed, and the distress of life forced him to find a way out. Since the tattoo cannot be prevented from absorbing magic power, he can only focus on increasing the amount of his own magic power.

Now, he must find a way to increase his magical power, otherwise he will continue to develop like this, let alone fight.

Without magic, you can't finish your studies, and whether you can graduate from the first grade is a problem.

In desperation, Hoffa had no choice but to take another risk.

The good news is that after a long and tedious search, Hoffa temporarily found three possible ways to increase the magic.

One is the most common and safest way to improve. That is natural improvement, the magic level of the wizard will gradually increase over time. This is a natural law. Between the ages of 14 and 17, the magic power of wizards will take a leap and reach a peak at the age of thirty.

But this method Hoffa can't afford to wait.

The second involves soul conversion in dark magic. This method is very dark and very few recorded.

Hoffa felt that if he discovered this subject himself, he might spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. Hoffa was not a dark wizard, and never thought that dark wizards were cool, so after a little understanding, he gave up this method.

The last one is very common and very common. It is by taking some magic potions to quickly restore magic power. This potion has a long history of use and is relatively safe.

This is why Hoffa has been staying in the potion area these days looking for a recipe.

Hoffa has found a lot of recipes, and there is more than one. He doesn't even use it to find in the forbidden book area, there are records of this formula in the general area. This is not a forbidden drug like compound decoction, many wizards have studied it. And the ingredients in the formula are quite ordinary, and they can be found in the potions classroom.

The only problem is that these formulas are very old, not only old, but also incomplete. Most books are vague or general.

As for the reason, Hoffa found it in a book called "Modern Applications of Ancient Potions."

(Secondary magic power restoration potion. This potion is a patented drug of the European Union Chamber of Wizards. It is marked by the Ministry of Magic as a grade 2X stimulant. The use must be registered in St. Mungo and will not be recorded temporarily.

Patent, excitement, regulation...

Hoffa in the library rubbed his chin. He didn't expect such a problem, but it was normal to think about it.

There must be more than one wizard with low magic power, and smart wizards are rare.

The demand for this kind of potion market is definitely great, and when the market demand is great, people who engage in monopolies will come.

Obviously, someone has already kept this potion formula as a commercial secret, and his mind is really flexible.

This is the same as searching for Coke online in the previous life. You can find all the knowledge about Coke, but it is difficult to find the real formula for Coke. Even if it is found, it is difficult for you to make Coca-Cola.

There are many similar products in the wizarding world, such as Floo fans. Its formula is very simple, but since it came out in the 13th century, no one has been able to replicate its formula for more than 600 years.

Potions is a precise science, and it's a thousand miles away.

It could not be found in the library, and Hoffa did not give up. He wrote down the missing old prescriptions on the parchment paper, wondering if he should spend more time studying the potion.

Although his potion talent is not good, it is definitely better to do everything than nothing.

After walking out of the forbidden book zone, Hoffa was still thinking about breaking his potion shortcomings. He looked down at the parchment that recorded the incomplete potion formula.

Suddenly, the door of the library.

Hoffa caught a glimpse of silver light turning from the side. She lowered her head and walked hurriedly.

It was actually Aglaia.

She didn't go to play Quidditch today, but was in the library, not knowing what she was looking for. There is a thick roll of parchment on hand.

Seeing each other, the two jumped a step aside at the same time, as if two overtaking drivers met together, the smooth air suddenly became tense.

After a few seconds...

"What are you looking at?"

Aglaia gave him a ferocious look, and put his roll of parchment in his pocket without leaving a trace.

Hoffa shrugged and changed directions.

Humph!

Aglaia raised her head proudly and also changed direction.

It's bad luck, Hoffa thought.

But just after two steps, Hoffa suddenly stood still and turned to look at Aglaia's slender back. A plan suddenly and unconsciously came to Hoffa's mind.

Wait, this guy...

It seems to have some accomplishments in potions.

...

...

On Friday, Slughorn's potions class.

After completing the daily compulsory potions course, Slughorn gave the students some time for self-study.

Said it is self-study, in fact, it is to let the students refine a potion on their own, as a daily improvement course.

This link was absent during Snape's time, nor in Slughorn's previous class.

But since Slughorn had Aglaia as a student, he inexplicably made this link. It is said that it is a stage for students to show themselves, but the original intention is to give Aglaia a chance to pretend.

In order to build a good relationship with this potion genius, this old guy can be said to do everything.

Aglaia didn't let him down. Every time in the potions class, she was able to free up some fresh stuff, which made Slughorn praise and brag, and gave Ravenclaw extra points.

Of course, when it comes to this kind of link, other students can only watch from below, anyway, no matter what they refine, Slughorn won't care. Just call 666 at the end of the course.

Although the potion teacher didn't care, others still had to practice.

As competent supporting actors, they work in pairs.

The protagonist Aglaia and Tom Riddle are a group.

And Hoffa and Miranda are on the same console.

Hoffa is responsible for cutting, and Miranda is responsible for casting the potion.

Miranda's performance is not good, it can only be said to be mediocre. Potions and transformations are ordinary, and astronomy and divination are also ordinary. Herbs and defense against the dark arts are also common.

After working with her, Hoffa's potions class grades never caught Agleia's attention.

In class.

While cutting Morat's tentacles, Hoffa was thinking about the magic potion formula.

There is no doubt that as Slughorn with a huge network, he must know the magic potion formula.

Hoffa raised his eyes and glanced at Slughorn.

I saw Slughorn's chubby body standing by Aglaia's side, tweeting admiration from time to time, and his eyes were full of admiration and pampering, as if she fart was fragrant.

Riddle, who had laid hands on her, also looked attentive, not sure if it was a pretense.

Hoffa lowered his head again, and Slughorn must have nowhere to go. Since the last potions class, this old guy can't even remember his name.

Moreover, the potions class is one of Aglaia's home games.

Although she is very low-key now, she will not taunt herself for the time being, but that doesn't mean she doesn't care about herself.

If you dare to take the initiative to please Slughorn, or show ulterior motives, Aglaia's character will inevitably rebound and suppress yourself again.

She is like the first wolf in a pack of wolves, and will ruthlessly suppress any creature in the territory that dares to challenge her leadership position until the other party is softened.

But now... it's not a low-key time. For his own magic and to graduate safely this semester, Hoffa has to do a little bit.