The next day, Allen felt that he had not slept so well for a long time. He sat up and put on a jacket over his shirt. He moved his mouth a little and found that he had basically recovered under the effect of the magic potion. There was still a slight pain, but at least it would not affect his ability to speak.
After sitting on the rocking chair by the window and enjoying the summer afternoon scenery for a while, Allen tried to call the mistress of the house, but there was no response. He could not help but go to the bookshelf that took up an entire wall. The size and thickness of the books were different, but the same thing was that they were all handmade. In the Middle Ages, every book was extremely precious. In order to prevent the books from being stolen, there were even a few books on the shelf that were chained to the bookshelf. The Alchemy Handbook of Jeb was also on the shelf, but Allen roughly flipped through it and found that there were a few pages missing compared to the one he had obtained. The method of making the Growth Wand was also missing.
Putting down the chained Alchemy Handbook, Allen walked to the wooden desk next to the desk, where there was a handwritten book that looked a little exaggerated.
It was a handwritten book made of sheepskin with gold decorations. The cover was made of wood, and the cover was covered with leather and metal decorations. It looked very gorgeous, and on the cover, there was a large label in Latin, "The Devil's Bible". It was nearly one meter long and half a meter wide. Alan tried to weigh it and found that it was estimated to weigh about one hundred and fifty pounds.
Allen opened the book. The handwritten book was decorated with a variety of colors. The whole text was in Latin, but all the initial letters were carefully decorated. Some of them even took up half of the book's pages. The handwriting in the book was exactly the same, and there were no changes in the handwriting due to age, illness, or emotional influence. Obviously, this handwritten book was completed in a very short time. This was strange, because the book was obviously not written by a wizard. Many of the so-called magic spells in the book were just to fool people. However, the amount of work required to complete the book was huge. According to Allen's calculations, if the author was a Muggle, even in perfect condition, it would take more than ten years to complete the book.
Turning to the page with the bookmark, a whole page with a unique devil painting appeared in front of Allen. On the pages nearby, including this one, the text and paper were blackened even more than the rest of the book.
A noise came from outside. Allen closed the huge handwritten manuscript and jumped back into the rocking chair in front of the window, pretending to bask in the sun.
After a while, the sound of footsteps gradually approached. Allen looked up and saw Royna Ravenclaw walking in with a large square tray in the afternoon sunlight. The sunlight cast a halo on her face. Her starry eyes were half-opened and her gaze was hazy. She looked like she had not fully woken up from her sleep. She was only wearing a boot while the other foot was stepping on the ground.
"Helga made breakfast for us. She sent the house elf to send it over." Royna Ravenclaw yawned softly. She put the tray on the table. Inadvertently, the sleepy Royna's booted foot bumped into Allen's right foot, and her bare right foot stepped directly on Allen's left foot. The delicate and soft touch instantly came from Allen's instep.
Royna Ravenclaw took a piece of bread from the tray and took a bite. "The person who copied the book was a Muggle priest. He was tortured to death because he violated the law. In order to escape the harsh punishment, he swore to create a book containing 'all human knowledge in one night to proclaim the glory of the wizards forever.' But when midnight approached, he knew that he could not complete this difficult task, so he sold his soul to the devil. With the devil's help, he finished copying the book and added the devil's portrait to the book to show his power. The devil's energy in the book eroded the owner of the book and the book itself, causing the owner of the book to meet with misfortune. It also caused the pages near the devil's portrait to blacken as if they were being roasted by fire. There was no valuable knowledge or true magic in the book, but it could help you know the names of some devils. Who knows, it might be useful in the future. "
"You can read the books here slowly, hmm? Why are you blushing? You don't think I wouldn't know if someone touched my books, do you? "As he spoke, Royner's eyes widened. Ravenclaw put some wands on the table, and some of the wands at the top rolled onto the table. "I read some memories last night and learned some things. It's said that you are not picky about wands. Here, these are the wands of wizards who came to steal or to cause trouble. I've seized them. You can try them and see which one is more convenient."
Allen tried his best not to let her notice that his foot was being stepped on and make the situation awkward. Wandless summoned a wand and waved it casually. Some parchments on the table spun and jumped in the air, colliding with each other for a short while before returning to their original position. "This will do."
Ravenclaw finally moved and let go of Allen. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "Acacia wood? It seems that you are not picky about wands. This kind of material usually refuses to provide magic to anyone other than its owner. It also likes to show its strength to the most talented people. "
Allen was finally able to stand up. He straightened his back and tried to look taller in front of Ravenclaw who was a head taller than him. "Ahem, please forgive me for reading those books without permission. My name is Allen Friedrich Harris. Thank you for saving me and healing me."
Ravenclaw frowned. "A Holy Roman with a mixed English and Norman accent …" Ravenclaw commanded the wands to fly into a storage box and sat opposite Allen to have breakfast together with Allen. After Maggie cleared away the messy cups and plates, she said, "My future self didn't tell me that your accent is so strange. It's even a little old-fashioned … But you don't have to be so polite. Although I haven't finished reading, I've already learned some things."
"Hmm?! My accent is earthy … "Allen couldn't help but smile in his heart, just as he was organizing his vocabulary and thinking about how to reply. Ravenclaw stretched her body and walked around Allen who was sitting on the rocking chair to the window.
"Allen Harris, when do we start?" She turned her head and asked. The lazy afternoon sun coated her with a layer of golden light, which made her expression a little blurry.
"Start what?" Allen could not understand the thoughts of the witch in front of him. He felt that her thoughts were a little too jumpy. This reminded him of Luna who was still in the future Underworld. He could not help but feel depressed again.
"Teach me some future magic. Oh, it should be modern magic for you. Also, Magic Animagus Transfiguration and Mind Extraction." She walked out of the sunlight, leaned over, and rested her elbows on the table. She rested her chin on her hand and said matter-of-factly, "Aren't you an Animagus who can transform into a phoenix and a master of mind manipulation? Salazar is too stingy to teach me the secret of Mind Extraction. I'm not very good at it. I can only say that I know how to use it. But I won't let you teach me, so don't make a decision on your own. Otherwise, you may find that some people you know have never existed when you go back. "
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