The Hogwarts Library had always recruited the most rule-abiding and mediocre magicians to be its librarians.
Lemley Livenington was such a person, an old man who had been dutifully doing his job for more than 40 years.
He was already over 60 years old and had an old problem. Once winter came, the joints in his legs would not work well and he would always limp when he walked.
One morning in November, he was clearing the books in the forbidden section of the library.
Suddenly, he heard the subtle sound of pages being flipped behind him.
"Hmm, who is it?"
Lemley immediately covered his leg and turned to the corner, but it was empty and there was no one there.
After frowning and pondering for a while, Lemley suddenly realized and cursed.
"Damn these damned magic books."
The pain in his leg made him feel bad. He cursed while clearing the bookshelves with a feather duster, as if he had a deep grudge against these books.
"Cleaning 50 thousand books a day, 10 gold coins a month, damned Dippet."
He grumbled about his work. He did not notice that a feather that was flung out by his feather duster suddenly stopped in mid-air at the corner, motionless.
Following his complaints, the leader's voice disappeared around the corner.
That feather slowly fell to the ground.
Hoffa dispelled his stealth, plucked the feather from his head, and sighed.
When the librarian's voice could no longer be heard, he continued to take out a magic potion book and read it word by word.
...
After entering November, the air in the castle became colder by the day. Hoffa began his journey of learning all kinds of "extracurricular" knowledge in school.
Hoffa did not want to take such a risk and violate the school rules so soon. After all, he had finally kept a low profile and became a student who did not attract attention.
But now, it was not up to him.
On the back of his hand, the pale gold tattoo absorbed more than half of his magic power every day, and there was no pattern to it at all.
Sometimes during the day, sometimes in the middle of the night. In short, it would come once every few hours.
Although the efficiency of absorbing magic power was not as exaggerated as before, and it was sucked dry every time.
But Hoffa could not bear this rate of consumption of magic power.
Originally, although he had little magic power, it was still enough for daily life and study.
But now, he often lost his magic in the middle of class.
The most awkward time was during the transformation class, when Dumbledore asked Hoffa to demonstrate the transformation of a snake and a rope.
Originally, this was not difficult at all.
But when Hoffa went up on stage, his magic power was suddenly drained by the tattoo halfway through his transformation.
Dumbledore was still excited to see the results of Hoffa's transformation, but the rope bit his hand, causing his finger to swell like a radish.
The whole class burst into laughter. Hoffa had made a fool of himself.
He went to look up information, frantically looking up all the information, trying to figure out what this pattern on his hand was.
However, after searching for half a month, he found nothing. He couldn't even find any records related to Hörheim and Thunderbird, let alone the patterns.
Of course, with such a high price, Hoffa also fantasized that he might have gotten some kind of treasure.
For example, this tattoo could devour his magic power, but remove the impurities and spit out purer magic power.
For example, this tattoo could store magic power and release it in battle.
For example, this tattoo could add some kind of lightning attribute to his magic power, making his magic more powerful.
For example, an old man might live in the tattoo, who would awaken after absorbing his magic power and then lead him to the peak of life.
But …
There was nothing.
Nothing at all!
It was just purely devouring magic power.
There was no feedback, no reason, no reason.
No time, no place, no occasion.
That was all.
It was like a poor man who was busy making a living suddenly had a crying child, and the poverty of life forced him to find a way out. Since he couldn't stop the tattoo from absorbing magic power, he could only focus on increasing the amount of magic power he had.
Now, he had to find a way to increase his magic power. Otherwise, if it continued like this, he wouldn't be able to fight.
Without magic power, he wouldn't be able to complete his studies, and whether he could graduate from the first grade was a problem.
With no other choice, Hoffa could only choose to take the risk again.
The good news was that after a long and tedious search, Huo Fa managed to find three feasible ways to increase his mana for the time being.
The first was the most common and safest way to increase his magic power. That was natural increase, and the level of magic power of a wizard would gradually increase with the passage of time. This was the law of nature. Between the ages of 14 and 17, a wizard's magic power would leap, and it would reach a peak at the age of 30.
However, Hoffa couldn't afford to wait for this method.
The second method involved the conversion of souls in black magic. This method was very dark, and there were very few records about it.
Hoffa felt that if he were to study this topic, he might spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. Hoffa wasn't a black wizard, and he didn't think black wizards were cool, so he gave up on this method after a little understanding.
The last method was very common and very common. It was to consume some magic potions to quickly restore magic power. This potion had a long history and was relatively safe.
This was the reason why Hoffa had been staying in the magic potion area to look for formulas these days.
Hoffa found a lot of formulas, and there was more than one. He didn't even have to go to the forbidden books area to look for them, as the common areas had records of these formulas. This wasn't a forbidden medicine like compound decoctions, which many wizards had studied before. Moreover, the ingredients for the formulas were quite common, and could be found in the magic potion classroom.
The only problem was that these formulas were very old. Not only were they old, but they were also incomplete. Most of the books were either vague or gave a general summary of the subject.
As for the reason, Hoffa found it in a book called "The Modern Uses of Ancient Magic Potions."
(Lesser Magic Power Recovery Potion. This magic potion is patented by the European Wizard Chamber of Commerce, marked by the Ministry of Magic as a 2x Euphoric Potion. Use must be registered in Saint-Mango, and it is temporarily not recorded.)
Patent, Euphoric, Control.
In the library, Hoffa rubbed his chin. He didn't expect to have such a problem, but it was normal when he thought about it.
He was definitely not the only Wizard with low Mana. Only Wizards with high Mana were rare.
The market demand for this kind of magic potion was huge, and when the market demand was huge, people who wanted to monopolize it would come.
Obviously, someone had already stored this kind of magic potion formula as a trade secret. Their brains were really flexible.
This was like looking up cola on the Internet in his previous life. You could find all the knowledge about cola, but it was difficult to find the real formula. Even if you found it, it would be difficult to make Coca Cola.
There were many similar products in the Wizard World, such as floo powder. Its formula was very simple, but since it came out in the 13th century, no one had been able to replicate its formula for more than 600 years.
Magic potions were an accurate knowledge, and a small difference could lead to a great error.
Although he couldn't find it in the library, Hoffa didn't give up. He wrote down the few old prescriptions that he had obtained on a piece of parchment, wondering if he should spend more time researching magic potions.
Although his talent in magic potions wasn't good, it was better to do something than to do nothing.
After walking out of the Forbidden Books Area, Hoffa was still thinking about how to overcome his magic shortcomings. He looked down at the parchment with the incomplete magic potion formula.
Suddenly, at the entrance of the library.
Hoffa caught a glimpse of a silver light coming from the side. She lowered her head and walked in hurriedly.
It was Aglaia.
She didn't go to Quidditch today. She was actually in the library, looking for something. There was a thick roll of parchment in her hand.
Seeing each other, the two jumped to the side at the same time. It was like two drivers bumping into each other. The calm atmosphere suddenly became hostile.
A few seconds later.
"What are you looking at?"
Aglaia glared at him fiercely and put the roll of parchment in her pocket.
Hoffa shrugged and changed direction.
Hmph!
Aglaia raised her head proudly and changed direction.
How unlucky, Hoffa thought.
But after taking two steps, Hoffa suddenly stopped and turned to look at Aglaia's slender back. A plan suddenly popped into Hoffa's mind.
Wait, this guy.
He seemed to have some knowledge in magic potions.
…
…
Friday, Slughorn's magic potions class.
After completing the daily compulsory magic potions class, Slughorn gave the students some time to study by themselves.
Although it was self-study, it was actually to let the students make a potion on their own as a daily improvement course.
This segment didn't exist during Snape's time. It also didn't exist in Slughorn's previous classes.
But ever since Slughorn had Aglaia as a student, he mysteriously created this segment. It was said to be a stage for each student to showcase themselves, but the actual intention was to give Aglaia a chance to show off.
In order to build a good relationship with this magic potion genius, this old man would do anything.
Aglaia didn't disappoint him. In every magic potions class, she would come up with something new that Slughorn would praise and brag about and give Ravenclaw extra points.
Of course, when it came to this segment, the other students could only watch from below. No matter what they made, Slughorn wouldn't care. They only needed to shout 666 at the end of the class.
Although the magic potions teacher didn't care, the others still had to make it.
As competent supporting characters, they were in pairs.
The main characters Aglaia and Tom Riddle were in the same group.
Hoffa and Miranda were in the same group.
Hoffa was in charge of cutting the potions while Miranda was in charge of casting the magic potions.
Miranda's results weren't good. It could only be said that she was mediocre. Her magic potions and transformations were normal. Her astronomy and divination were also normal. Her herbalism and black magic defense were also normal.
After working with her, Hoffa's magic potions class results didn't attract Aglaia's attention anymore.
In class.
While cutting Morat's tentacles, Hoffa thought about the magic potion formula.
There was no doubt that with Slughorn's huge network, he must know the magic potion formula.
Hoffa raised his eyes and glanced at Slughorn.
He saw Slughorn's fat body standing beside Aglaia, praising her from time to time. His eyes were full of admiration and adoration, as if even her fart smelled good.
Liddell, who was her assistant, also had an attentive look on his face. He didn't know if he was faking it.
Hoffa lowered his head again. Slughorn's path was definitely not going to work. Ever since the last magic potions class, the old man didn't even remember his name.
Moreover, the magic potions class was one of Aglaia's main venues.
Although he was keeping a low profile and she didn't mock him for the time being, it didn't mean that she didn't pay attention to him.
If he dared to show his face and curry favor with Slughorn, or reveal his ulterior motives, Aglaia would definitely retaliate and suppress him again.
She was like an alpha wolf in a pack of wolves, mercilessly suppressing any creature that dared to challenge her leadership in her territory until the other party gave in.
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