Chapter 17
Hagrid's cabin.
"So that's it, Hagrid, did you raise that three-headed dog?" Like Hermione, who knew Solim well, Harry's mission to communicate with Hagrid was Harry's.
"How do you know about Louwey?" Hagrid put down the teapot in his hand, he was pouring tea for the three of them.
"Lu Wei?" the three of them glanced at each other.
"Well, I won it from a Greek, and I lent it to Dumbledore to guard ......" Hagrid finally remembered at the critical moment that these were not what the three freshmen should know.
"What?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"That's enough! Don't ask! That's not what you're supposed to know. Hagrid said roughly, "This is Secret Number One!"
"But it bit Snape, and I saw him limping that day, and I don't know what else in the school could hurt Snape but the dog. Not to be outdone, Harry looked at Hagrid's dark eyes.
"It can't be! Louwe is a good boy. Hagrid took a deep breath and slowed his tone. "Listen, you three. You're meddling in things that don't concern you—it's dangerous. Forget the big dog, forget what it guards. It's none of your business, it's ...... between Dumbledore and Nicolamay."
"Aha! there's a guy named Nicol Lemay involved, doesn't it?" asked Harry angrily.
Not surprisingly, the trio were kicked out of the hut by Hagrid.
On the way back to the castle, three people...... Well, it should be the two of them - Harry and Ron were arguing about what Lowe was guarding. Until they realized that Hermione hadn't said a word the whole time.
"Hermione, what's wrong?".
"Nicolamay...... I have some images of this name, I just don't remember where I saw it. Hermione tugged at her hair in frustration.
"Maybe it's in one of the books you've read. Ron on the side kindly reminded.
Aren't you talking nonsense!!!
"Maybe we should go to the library, there should be information about Nicolamel. Harry said as he spoke.
Harry's words were immediately supported by Ron, and Hermione said that since she couldn't remember, it would be a good idea to go to the library and find it. However, Hermione knew a better way, and that was to ask Solim directly, and Hermione was willing to bet with her final grades that Solim must know about this man named Nicolame. But Hermione's small pride immediately snuffed out the idea.
"Alright," Hermione nodded, "the three of us split up and hope to find it before dinner." "
At Hogwarts, most of the staff and students have little knowledge of the castle's underground. Slytherin and Hufflepuff common rooms, Potions classrooms, Snape's office, kitchen, and many empty classrooms. This is what most people know about the Hogwarts underground.
In reality, there's more to Hogwarts than just Slytherin's secret chambers. Underground pipes connected the various rooms, which in turn connected to some of the rooms in the above-ground buildings and even to the common rooms of the four academies.
Every time Solim walks down the underground corridor, he can't help but think of these unknown secrets, and he desperately wants to explore these unknowns. But unfortunately, the second basement floor is the limit of what he can reach now, because he can't find the way. However, he didn't come here today to explore the unknown, he wanted to explore Hogwarts, and there was time in the future, and he came here today to find Snape.
Snape's office was even darker than the hallway, and dimness was the everlasting tone here. Compared to the good lighting of other faculty offices on the ground, the only sources here are the ceiling and some candles on the desks — and they are not all lit. In this dark, cold environment, it is not unusual for a young wizard who came here for the first time to be frightened to pee his pants. None of the students who had been confined in Snape's office would want to come back a second time.
Closing the door, Solim followed Snape, who was limping from behind his buttocks, to Snape's desk, where the office was best lit.
"Professor," Solim spoke as Snape sat down. "If the leg injury is not easy to deal with, you might as well ask Dumbledore for a few tears, that will work better than anything else. "Of course, Phoenix's tears, this is a healing treasure that can't even be bought with gold gallons.
Snape's blank eyes glanced at Solim, but said nothing. As a student, Snape knew he couldn't be treated as an ordinary student. During the Halloween troll event, the student used the magic that Snape remembers.
Don't look at what Solim said at the time, what has a small range of effect, what a short duration, it's all a ghost. A wizard like Snape could see through the essence of this magic at a glance. Flame Blink is essentially a Fire Charm, and a spell like Solim's is more dangerous, more unguardable, and more practical than a Fire Charm in the usual sense. The release of the Flame Flicker does not require a large amount of mana to support it like the Flame Charm, nor does it need to require subtle mana manipulation to control like the Fire Charm, nor does it have all kinds of uncertainties like the Fire Charm. Sudden, lethal, manipulative, and the mana cost of unleashing a flicker of fire is definitely much less than that of the Flame Charm, which is a very mature variant of the Spell.
That was Snape's view of the flickering fire Solim had used that night.
"Professor, the potion has matured quite well after four improvements. Solim had already typed out the draft he had already made on the way here, "What I want to ask now is: does the fully activated magic have any bad effects on the human body, such as ......?"
"Don't you have a ready-made test piece?" Snape was not interested in listening to Solim's tirade, and simply interrupted Solim.
"Ugh...... Say so......" Solim scratched his head, "but in case ......
.""The data from the current experiments are all from the same person. If you know anything about potions, you should know what it ......holds," Snape paused, "...... Hidden trouble. "
What else could Solim say, even Muggle doctors understood that just because one drug worked for a single patient did not mean it worked for all patients. But Squibs are rare, let alone Squibs like Filch or Syrna who haven't experienced a magical riot for special reasons.
If this is in the Muggle medical community, a new drug, just a clinical success case, dares to produce and sell, this is a proper thing.
It seems that I still have to contact my grandfather, so I can just go back on vacation. Although Solim really didn't want to go back, the woman looked at her eyes...... The thought of this caused goosebumps to fall from his body. And Christmas...... A violent maniac and a big sulptune will also go back, and that sullen guy is okay to say, Dax, the violent maniac, ...... The thought of fighting his cheap big brother made Solim slash. The point is that Solim himself knows that he will never be able to defeat that violent maniac. It seems that it is best to clube under my grandfather's nose as soon as he gets home, and not to give the woman a chance to mock herself, and not to give Dax a chance to beat herself.
Snape looked at Solim in front of him shivering, gritting his teeth, and didn't ask him what he was thinking, Snape wasn't interested in these things.
"I've done what you asked me to do, so what about what you promised me?" Snape didn't care what happened to Solim, he had promised the errand just because Solim had promised him. As long as Solim could keep his promise, he didn't bother to bother with all that mess.
"Well, anyway, you did help me, Professor. Solim put the bullshit behind him for the time being, "I promised you that I would do it, don't worry, but it will be after the festival at the earliest, and I will bring you that key item when the second grade starts at the latest." "
Solim thought about it for a moment and decided to give Snape an account first.
"But Professor, there are some things you have to prepare yourself. Solim took a deep breath and looked at Snape seriously, "To
."There are five fewer healthy living people, and the stronger the soul, the better. "
Snape couldn't help but twitch when he heard Solim's words, "Do you know what you're talking about?
Solim already knew how Snape would react, so he didn't care to hear him call himself Selwyn. "This is the price, the living and the dead should no longer interfere with each other. To do this taboo, there must be a price. "
Solim pulled out the magic book he had prepared long ago—a real magic book—from under his robe. A completely different spellbook from the one lent to Hermione.
The cover of the Spellbook is a waxy yellow unknown material that looks greasy, with candles and fireplace fireplaces bouncing on the cover. Solim placed the book facing him, drew his wand with his left hand and swiped it lightly on his right wrist, then placed his right wrist on top of the cover of the magic book, allowing the blood to slowly fill the pattern in the center of the cover.
Snape watched as Solim moved expressionlessly, but he was very surprised. He could see that Solim had used a silent cutting spell when he cut his wrist, and the crux of the matter was not the silent spell casting, but the precise control of magic that Solim had demonstrated. At such a close distance, it is possible to cut your hand off if you are not careful, but the depth of Solim's cut is very suitable - neither too deep to cause a lot of bleeding, nor too shallow to cause insufficient bleeding
"Goo...... ......"Snape was sure that the strange swallowing sound was from the magic book on his desk.
Solim's blood dripping from the cover was absorbed, and Snape saw what looked like blood vessels buried underneath the cover, slowly emerging with Solim's blood. It was only then that Snape saw clearly that the image on the cover was a heart.
"What is this?" asked Snape, not holding back.
Solim gave himself a simple healing spell, but the one he was using now was a dragon staff. The effect is a little less than ideal, after all, the dragon staff is best at fighting.
"Spellbooks, spellbooks that only Selwyn can open. Solim finished treating his wound and hurriedly opened the book, "This book is consuming my blood now, and when my blood is depleted, if you don't finish it, I'll have to cut my wrist again." Look here!".
