Harry Potter's Strongest Senior Chapter 307

The Xueba's eyes really only have the desire for knowledge. This requirement is not too much for Sean, and it can even be said that it is a little effort.

But Sean said with a pretentious expression, "This was taught to me by a substitute professor a few years ago. I don't know if he would allow me to hand it over to someone else."

In fact, Sean stole his lessons from the Greek Mick.

"Besides, you're only in the third grade, so this magic is a little more difficult for you."

"Yes, I knew it was a high-level magic." Hermione was delighted.

"Well, it's not high-level, it's intermediate-level magic, but Hogwarts won't teach this kind of aggressive magic, so even intermediate-level magic seems rare and precious." Sean said.

"If you teach me this, I'll lend you the time-turner." Hermione said.

Sean asked, "Why do you want to learn this, shouldn't it help your grades?"

Hermione hesitated for a while, "You're right, it won't help you improve your grades, but as you said just now, Hogwarts basically doesn't teach offensive magic, and I think that's a problem, though. Now there is an advanced class, and additionally teach some attack magic to the students in the advanced class."

"Based on your grades, when you reach the fifth grade, you can steadily enter the advanced class, and you can also learn at that time." Sean said.

"I know, but" Hermione hesitated, "my friend, Harry, you know."

"Of course I know, your grades aren't as good as you are, and you are more famous than you." Sean said.

"Actually, I can't say that. Harry's grades in Defense Against the Dark Arts are already better than mine. He met a knowledgeable teacher and made rapid progress. To be honest, I'm a little envious."

In the original plot, Hermione said something similar to Harry, except that the knowledgeable teacher referred to Lupin, and now it refers to Sirius, Harry's godfather, guardian and nanny.

Hermione o. w. l. The only thing that didn't get excellent in the s test was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the only thing Harry got excellent was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Don't underestimate yourself, no one is perfect, everyone's situation is different, Harry is from a pure-blood family, and your father's friends and connections are naturally incomparable to you, but you also have your own characteristics, focus and self-discipline. Harry doesn't have it."

"So, do you agree to the quid pro quo?" Hermione had a clear purpose.

Sean deliberately kept silent, creating an embarrassed look, "I'm thinking about one night, after lunch at noon tomorrow, we'll meet here again."

"No problem, see you at noon tomorrow."

After returning to the dormitory, Hermione's mood was still difficult to calm down, and after a simple wash, Sean sat at the desk and picked up a pen.

"It's really troublesome to write." Sean sighed.

In order to make Hermione "like a star" tomorrow, Sean could only write four pages overnight, writing down the magic he stole in the format of a textbook.

"I knew that when I taught Chris, I made two more copies."

At noon the next day, Hermione made an excuse to leave her squad and meet Sean again in the library.

"It's like a star, it's here. The magic framework is more complicated. Before you understand it thoroughly, don't try to practice, it will be dangerous." Sean said.

Seeing Sean taking out four pieces of paper, Hermione showed a happy expression, "I thought you wouldn't agree to this condition."

"You can learn the secret between us. Then, as for the time changer, you need to use it during the day, and at night, come to the library every night and give me the time changer."

"Anyway, you can also read books in the library and return them to you the next morning when you're done using them," Sean said.

"Well, yes, but." Hermione also wanted to remind Sean of the precautions of the time converter, "Forget it, you've used it before, so I won't say more."

"Then, lend it to me tonight, no problem." Sean said.

"no problem."

On Tuesday, April 12th, at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, Sean took the prepared materials, passed the fireplace secret passage in the Slytherin common room, and entered Merlin's secret room, which had not been there for a long time.

But in order to prevent the magic circle from making too much noise, Sean did not stay in the secret room, but came to the forbidden forest from the passage of the secret room.

On the canopy of the huge red cedar tree, Sean felt the late spring wind that still didn't fade away, and accompanied by the night wind, he jumped down and flew under the tree.

Beside the tree trunk, he found a few dead woods, turned them into wooden boards with Transfiguration, and then built a suggested wooden house, where he would cook the materials and inscribe the magic circle.

"Red fern root powder, the juice of two flowers and fruits, the juice of the snake head, the blood of the caster, the dew, the feathers of the phoenix." This is the material used to inscribe the formation.

The two most difficult to get flowers also bear fruit for the sake of face, and the Phoenix feather also smashed Fox one in Dumbledore's office.

Sean took out a bunch of working guys from the space extension bag. In order to succeed, he went to Hogsmeade to buy a brand new set of pharmacy equipment.

"It's starting." Sean patted his face, implying that he cheered up.

The process of making an engraved potion is similar to those of high-level potions, except that the materials are extremely difficult to obtain. Sean carefully brews, filters, extracts, controls temperature, and doses according to the formula and process given by Adam.

Every step is meticulous to the smallest detail. However, after all, Sean is not a master specializing in potions. If there is no accident, there is still an accident.

Sean sighed, then glanced at the time on his pocket watch, it was already 1:43 in the morning.

Looking at the scrapped materials, Sean murmured, "It can only be reopened."

He took out the time converter and turned it counterclockwise twice, one circle represented one hour. At this time, the feeling of the world was spinning, and Sean had returned to two hours ago.

Sean B stood there. At this time, there was no wooden house or equipment under the redwood tree. There was silence under the redwood tree two hours ago.

And 2 hours ago, Sean A was preparing to go to the fireplace in the common room in the bedroom, and came to the Forbidden Forest through the secret room.

Sean B took out his pocket watch and looked at it, "There are 20 minutes left."

At 12:3, Sean B felt a cold wind blowing, and then a figure fell from the sky.

Sean B's expression was natural, because he knew that it was another person who flew down from the canopy of the tree.

But Sean A was jumped by the shadow under the tree, and a man appeared in the forbidden forest in the middle of the night, making him immediately enter a fighting state.

"Boiled." However, when Sean A approached the ground, he could barely see the figure below through the sparse moonlight.

"It's me!"

"Come on." Sean B said to Sean A, who had just landed.

"Failed, right? www.mtlnovel.com~ Which link went wrong." Sean A immediately understood that he used the time converter.

Sean B said, "When the engraved potion was brewed, I guess the red fern powder was not mixed evenly."

Sean A asked, "Use a No. 8 sieve to filter it."

"Nonsense, you are me, I am you, how could I miss what you thought." Sean B rolled his eyes at himself.

"Okay, don't waste your time, you have done it just now, the materials are given to you, you can continue." Sean A threw the space extension bag in the past.

"Remember, at 1:43, you have to turn your time converter twice." Sean B said.

The picture is like a replay of a movie. Sean B repeats all the previous actions, builds a wooden house, sets up equipment, and boils the potion step by step.

Sean B, who was engrossed in it, didn't even know how much time had passed, and Sean A didn't bother him.

At 1:43, Sean B was still making the potion, Sean A turned the time converter on him, and Sean A disappeared in place in an instant, and the closed time loop ended.

The main line of time continued. At 1:44 and 1:45, Sean B was still making the potion. Because of one experience, he might be able to brew the potion successfully this time.

"Bang." The lid on the crucible was bounced off by the gas inside, and the second brewing failed again.

Chapter end

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