Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 23 Ron's Advice

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the atmosphere in the Pig's Head Pub in Hogsmeade was very lively.

Travelers from north to south, holding butterbeer glasses with big heads, talked excitedly about their bizarre adventures.

A few completely wrapped strangers were discussing something in a low voice on the tables and chairs in the corner.

Hardy went straight to the chair on the edge of the bar and sat down. He ordered a glass of Flame Whiskey and waited patiently. His whole body was covered with a thin layer of mist, making it difficult to see his true face, and even his words became blurred. Get blurred.

This is a very common scene in the Pig's Head Bar. There are always people who don't want to reveal their identities, and they will come here to exchange information or make a deal.

Not long after, a figure wearing a huge wizard hat slowly walked over.

The other party was sitting next to Hardy. After ordering a glass of brandy, he lowered the brim of his hat and asked tentatively, "Ollivander?"

"Oxyzogluy?"

Seeing the other person's hat up and down, Hardy couldn't help teasing: "To be honest, I really want to know when you will change your name? Although this surname is old, it is always difficult to pronounce."

"My old buddy, as long as the price is right, you can call me whatever you want. It's just a code name that's not even worth a Galleon." The figure under the huge hat waved his wand, and a gray light curtain covered the two people.

At this moment, the man in front of him who almost hides his whole body under the huge hat is the Greek businessman who once gave Hardy the method of making magic power storage crystals.

Everyone who knows him calls him "Oxyzogrui". It is said that his ancestors once established a huge underground black market, selling everything that can be traded.

"To be honest, I don't have much time. I still have several big deals waiting for me. You only have 5 minutes." Okshizogrui tapped the table with his metallic right arm.

He was the only crazy guy Hardy had ever met who had his entire right arm turned into an alchemical artifact.

"I need an ear quill."

The listening ear quill allows the user to write the voice that comes to mind on the parchment. It was once used by a group of black wizards to study whether the dying person can hear the call of death.

This kind of thing is not strictly an alchemy product, but more like a magical animal with a little self-awareness.

In other words, the listening ear quill is alive.

Similar to the sorting hat at Hogwarts.

This thing is for Harry.Hardy was intrigued by the sounds he could hear.

"Oh, old man, I have to say, you're lucky, I just have the last one left here." Okshizogrui touched the huge hat on his head, and pulled out a dusty hat from it. Narrow box.

"What do you need from me? Gallon? Or the alchemy manuscript?"

Hardy took the sealed ear quill, raised his eyelids and asked.

"Aha, I never lack these things, at least in the transaction with you, I mean, the opportunity to trade with you is rare... After all, there are too few interesting people like you..."

"There are still 30 seconds." Hardy reminded lightly.

"Oh! Merlin, how can you use my rules to restrain me?" Okshizogrui was startled for a moment, and then said slightly angrily.

"Seven seconds left."

"I want you to explore the diary of the elf ruins, not many, one is just right."

"can."

After completing the transaction, Okshizogrui took the lead to leave and hurried to the next transaction place, never tired of it.

Hardy fingered the long and narrow box enclosing the ear quill, and after drinking the flame whiskey in the glass, he also disappeared into the night outside the bar.

……

At noon on the second day, in Professor Alchemy's office.

Hardy was behind his desk, grading first-time coursework for each grade, and things were generally satisfactory.

Regardless of the young wizards in the third and fourth grades, they generally have a relatively clear understanding of the formation formation. Even the first-year freshmen who have no background can speak out the common words proficiently when they have just started school for less than a month. Characteristics and uses of alchemical materials.

To get the current teaching effect, the promotion effect of Aiden Youana's story and Eudemons cards cannot be ignored.

According to Hardy's knowledge, in Ravenclaw College, there is a fifth-year little witch who has been able to roughly complete the formation of the fire lion.

It is very likely that it will take less than a week for the fire lion to evolve into a flying fire lion.

Hardy was browsing the essays of the sixth grade students when there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Please come in."

"Professor Ollivander? It's me..."

After the door opened automatically, Ron poked his head, then tiptoed in.

"Mr. Weasley?" Hardy was a little surprised.

In just a few seconds, he guessed many people who might visit him, Lockhart, McGonagall, Snape... even Hermione, and Harry.

But he never expected that it would be Ron who stood awkwardly in front of him at this moment.

To be honest, in the daily conversations of many professors, everyone's evaluation of Ron is very ordinary.

The other party may have certain talents and talents, but at present, at least he lacks a sense of affirmation and confidence in himself.

"Mr. Weasley, what can you do?"

Hardy got up slowly, and sent a suspended piece of dark chocolate to the opponent.

"You don't have to be so nervous to come to my office, some sweets will ease your tense nerves."

"Thank...thank you." Ron took the dark chocolate, carefully unwrapped it, and took a moment of Hardy's turn to stuff it into his mouth.

"Professor Ollivander, I have a question, I want to ask you, I don't know if it will disturb you..."

Hardy looked at Ron in surprise, "Of course not, it is our duty to solve students' puzzles."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and then placed the Earl's Bride, a 1-star Phantom Beast card, on the desk.

"Professor Ollivander, why are the Earl's Bride summoned by other people using my Eudemons card stronger than mine?"

It turned out that it was a game problem related to Eudemons Showdown, Hardy burst out laughing.

He thought that the other party would come to ask him questions about the principles of alchemy and the short papers of the course, just like Hermione did not long ago.

"Demonstrate it for me." Hardy said after pondering for a while.

Ron held the Eudemons card, held his breath, and made it begin to shine brightly. A figure in a snow-white wedding dress appeared above the card, but it flickered quickly like a broken one.

Slowly, Hardy's expression became serious, and Ron swallowed his saliva secretly, but almost choked himself, "cough cough cough cough..."

The Earl's Bride flickered wildly and disappeared like a ghost. Ron patted his chest and wiped away the tears choking from the corners of his eyes with his palm, "Professor, is my problem serious?"

"I don't care if the problem is serious or not, but you are lucky today, Mr. Weasley, if you come later..."

"...what if it's a little later...?" Ron was obviously frightened, and his body was trembling.

Hardy glanced at the owl clock on the wall that was swinging around with a field mouse in its mouth, and said seriously: "If you come later, it's time to eat in the cafeteria."

Ron: "..."

"Professor Ollivander, I seem to have figured it out..." Ron turned around and planned to sneak out of Professor Alchemy's office. He suddenly regretted coming to ask for advice, but before he could go out, he was hit by Hardy's Levitating Curse again. I was dragged in.

"Professor Ollivander, please... please don't do this..." Ron struggled to cry.

"Mr. Weasley! Let's get back to business! Initially, your problem lies in the control of your own magic power."

Hardy raised his arms slightly, causing the other party to sit down on the single sofa, almost sinking his whole body into it.

"I think the root may have something to do with the wand you broke."

Hardy sat behind the desk and took out a parchment from a drawer: "However, as I said, Mr. Weasley, you are lucky today."

"In my drawer, there just happens to be something that can help you."

(End of this chapter)