#72 - Section 72

An elderly witch with long, silver, curly hair floated down from a portrait frame.

“Little one, what brings you to the Headmaster's office? Are you looking for Albus?”

Dilys Derwent, similarly, has a record in Hogwarts' history, just the opposite extreme of Phineas from just now.

Headmistress Dilys Derwent was quite popular and highly respected. Before becoming Headmistress, she was a healer at St. Mungo's and a Ravenclaw graduate.

“I'm here to ask Headmaster Dumbledore to help me apply for a patent.”

Ethan didn't bother hiding anything; nothing could be concealed from them in this Headmaster's office.

“If I remember correctly, aren't you only in your second year?”

Headmistress Derwent was taken aback, looking at Ethan in disbelief.

Ethan could be considered a regular in the Headmaster's office, having visited twice in one year, a privilege other young wizards didn't have.

Moreover, both visits were extraordinary. Although Dumbledore hadn't introduced them, the fact that he, as a first-year, defeated five fourth-years, causing a stir that reached the Headmaster's office, and the second time, as a student, made a deal with Dumbledore, all demonstrated his exceptional abilities.

But being exceptionally talented was one thing; inventing something worthy of a patent was another.

Without sufficient knowledge, strong practical skills, and constant trial and error, it would be impossible to reach this stage.

“That's right, second year this year!”

“I look forward to the day you can sit in this office and we can work together!”

“The Headmaster of Hogwarts? I'm also very interested!”

He wondered if becoming the Headmaster of Hogwarts would unlock an achievement; it was highly likely.

It's just that the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts is even more difficult to obtain than the Minister for Magic.

You can't just force your way into the position with brute strength. Umbridge, that pink toad, was once Headmistress, but Hogwarts Castle didn't recognize her; she couldn't even enter the Headmaster's office.

He didn't know if this recognition required the consent of the previous Headmaster, the will of the teachers and students, or the vote of the school board members.

Just as Ethan wanted to chat more with Headmistress Derwent about Hogwarts, the door to the Headmaster's office was pushed open.

Dumbledore looked at Ethan, who had appeared in the office, without the slightest surprise.

The portraits, on the other hand, returned to their respective frames and pretended to be dead again.

“Sit down, have some sweets first!”

Dumbledore skillfully poured Ethan a cup of black tea and took out a plate from the drawer.

The plate was full of moving cockroaches, densely packed.

“Headmaster, black tea is enough for me!”

Ethan didn't even eat Chocolate Frogs, so how could he eat these things?

“The taste is quite good, won't you try some?”

As he spoke, Dumbledore picked one up and chewed it. Ethan even saw two cockroach legs wiggling outside Dumbledore's mouth.

Fortunately, these weren't southern cockroaches; otherwise, if they could fly, Dumbledore would have to use magic to catch them.

Perhaps there weren't any flying cockroach piles because they had been eliminated.

If there were flying cockroach piles flying everywhere in the room, and a wizard cast a Summoning Charm, and there happened to be a few real ones in the corner of the room, imagine the consequences?

Thinking of this, Ethan immediately asked:

“Headmaster, if someone were to play a prank and mix a few real cockroaches into the cockroach pile you bought, what would you do?”

Dumbledore stopped chewing.

Dumbledore put down the cockroach pile in his hand.

These sweets were all bought from outside, and if someone was determined, it might be possible to succeed. Thinking of those Gryffindor kids, they might have the courage.

“Nicholas has already told me about your intentions.”

Putting down the sweets, Dumbledore went straight to the point.

“So, is it possible?”

Ethan placed five sets of Wizarding Mailboxes and Baruffio's Brain Elixir on Dumbledore's desk.

This set included a cover and ten pieces of parchment.

Applying for a patent definitely required testing and verification before it could be approved.

“Just leave it to me!”

Dumbledore smiled and nodded in agreement.

The appearance of this thing had two sides. It could speed up communication between wizards, allowing families separated by distance to communicate and send greetings at any time, feeling the warmth of kinship. It could also provide convenience in work, especially for those engaged in dangerous jobs, where intelligence was always the most important thing.

Similarly, it might make dark wizards even harder to deal with.

But compared to the latter, Dumbledore valued the former more.

As for Baruffio's Brain Elixir, there was nothing to say. It was a potion that aided learning, and the fact that he allowed Ethan and others to sell it at Hogwarts represented his attitude.

“Thank you, Headmaster.”

“Whether as the Headmaster of Hogwarts or as Nicholas's friend, I have no reason to refuse, do I?”

Dumbledore smiled as he looked at Ethan.

Alright!

Now Ethan understood that Dumbledore had already seen why he hadn't given him the formula for Baruffio's Brain Elixir last year to apply for a patent.

In the end, it was still a matter of not trusting Dumbledore to help him.

“Then Headmaster, could you give me some phoenix tears?”

Seizing the opportunity, Ethan was like that. As the Headmaster, he should help his students!

The Purifying Potion was likely to cure Nagini's blood curse. As long as he obtained phoenix tears, Ethan could start preparing the other ingredients.

According to the effects, a curse is also a negative status, and Dumbledore should also be affected by the curse in the Resurrection Stone.

Dumbledore didn't speak, but directly opened the drawer and took out a small glass bottle containing a little transparent liquid.

"Thank you, Headmaster!"

Ethan happily took it.

Then, carrying a bag of Cockroach Clusters, he walked out of the Headmaster's office, which Dumbledore had given him when he left.

I don't know if it was influenced by those words.

But I was really just talking nonsense.

Taking out a Cockroach Cluster from the bag, this thing is still moving around in my hand. Thinking about Dumbledore's love for it, does it really taste good?

It's not like I can't try it.

Putting it in my mouth and chewing, it's quite silky and rich 527. The bitterness of cocoa beans and the combination of milk and honey are quite good.

If it were in a different shape, Ethan would really not recommend eating it, but it was made into this ghostly shape.

Putting away the Cockroach Clusters, Ethan plans to go back and use Transfiguration to change their shape, so that there will be no psychological pressure when eating them.

Using the Wizarding Wireless, Ethan successfully invited Cassandra out of the common room.

"Does your family have a factory?"

The wizarding world also has companies and factories, and the number is not small.

However, most of them are small workshops in terms of scale, because the productivity of wizards is far superior to that of Muggles, and the population of the wizarding world is not large, which leads to the fact that there is no need for much production capacity at all.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"My family has a dragon farm, as well as a corresponding processing plant, producing potions, producing tents, and so on."

Suddenly asked about these things, Cassandra was a little confused, but she honestly answered Ethan's question.

"That's right, I just applied to Dumbledore for a patent. I applied for both the Wizarding Wireless and the Pepperup Potion. Isn't this because I want to find someone to cooperate with?"

Her family also has a dragon farm. No wonder she dared to say that she could get Ethan a certificate for raising dragons.

Although Bruno doesn't have a wanted order, he will definitely be recognized by wizards from his hometown if he shows up in public. He can't preside over the overall situation at all. Dennis and the others don't need to be mentioned. Each of them can only hide in Knockturn Alley and have fun, and can't get on the main stage.

To be able to produce products and sell them to various countries, the ability must be strong, and the power behind it cannot be small.

Now, the only one that fits is Cassandra's family.

"You want to cooperate with my family? No problem!"

Cassandra agreed without even thinking about it.

"Well, then I'll leave this matter to you to talk to your dad, how about that?"

A little padded jacket confronting her own father is much better than Ethan getting involved.

Ethan believes that Cassandra, this little padded jacket, will never let him down.

Ethan doesn't know whether opening a factory can刷成就, but enough Galleons can definitely 刷.

The Potter family made a fortune by relying on shampoo. Ethan is not bad either, two fist products.

"Leave it to me, I will definitely make you satisfied."

[Thank you to the boss, Emperor Qin, for the monthly ticket, thank you boss!] .

Chapter 99: Encountering Luna

The next morning, before the sun rose, Ethan went to the Forbidden Forest alone.

Holding a beaker in his hand, he was collecting dewdrop by dewdrop in the bushes.

This is also one of the materials needed for the Purification Potion. It is not precious, but it is troublesome to collect.

It must be freshly collected, not overnight, and not exposed to sunlight, so you can only do it yourself.

During the collection process, you can't use magic, after all, it is difficult to micro-manipulate the magic to only collect the dew on the leaves of the grass. If a little water droplets from the ground get mixed in, a bottle will be ruined.

The remaining Fluxweed, Dittany, Moonstone, and Sunroot are all very common potion ingredients.

Ethan had already sent an owl to Bruce's Pet Shop in Hogsmeade Village yesterday, asking the boss to help buy these materials, and flew back that day.

An ethereal voice sounded behind Ethan.

"Are you looking for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks?"

"No, I'm collecting dew!"

Ethan didn't need to turn his head to know who was coming.

"Need me to help?"

"Can you?"

Ethan straightened up and turned his head.

Luna was still dressed like that, radish-shaped earrings, a necklace made of butterbeer corks, but now she should add one, a wand stuck in her ear.

"Of course!"

Saying that, Luna stretched out a hand to Ethan.

After handing an empty beaker to Luna, Luna quickly took action.

To be honest, Ethan should have pulled the three sons in the dormitory together to collect dew. It was too slow for one person, and it wouldn't work when the sun rose later.

"Do you know Crumple-Horned Snorkacks?"

Except for her own father, everyone thinks that Crumple-Horned Snorkacks don't exist, and Ethan wasn't surprised by this just now.

"I have seen its introduction in The Quibbler magazine. They are shy, friendly creatures that hate light and heat and like cold and humid places."

To be honest, this Quibbler is not bad, of course, this can only be regarded as a fun story, the whole book has no authenticity.

"My father believes that they may be in Sweden. There may be some in the Forbidden Forest, too. It is equally cold and humid here."

Luna still said in that ethereal voice.

"I didn't see any Gulping Plimpies around you this time, not even one!"

"That's a good thing, right!"