Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 50: An Invitation From Eight Sevenths of People

"If you're interested, I can show it to you."

Gemma said very frankly.

William didn't doubt the truth of her story—because she wasn't the only wizard who heard so-called "guidance" or "revelation" in her dreams.

In a world where magic exists, this is hardly even considered a rare thing. Nicole Flamel claimed that an angel once came to his dream.

It was the angel who told Nicole Flamel that he would receive a magical book in a few days, and he had to study hard and understand it thoroughly, and he could gain extraordinary and amazing power from it.

It's just that the timing is a coincidence.

Very coincidental.

"You know magic?
Would you like to share your memory with me? "

William asked in surprise.

In movies and novels, he has seen Dumbledore take Harry into the Pensieve many times to experience what happened in the past-but when William really started to get in touch with magic, he found that it was not the case at all.

Unlike the "subconscious mind", the structure of the wizard's memory is intricate, delicate and fragile like a glass vessel, and cannot stand a lot of tossing at all-whether it is an invasion like Legilimency or a protection like Occlumency.

Even after repeated practice, only a small number of wizards can safely extract their own memories, let alone go one step further, modifying and stealing other people's memories like Lockhart did.

"Of course not! Do you think I'm crazy?"

Gemma glanced at William angrily.

"But I can draw it for you."

She tapped the table with her wand, summoned a shattered crystal ball, and transformed it into a piece of drawing paper—Gemma pressed her wand against a corner of the drawing paper.

The shimmering threads made of silver ink slowly flowed out, gradually forming a blurred light cluster whose shape could not be defined specifically.

"In my eyes, although the magic power of most wizards looks like a vague white halo, there are some people who have special performances."

As she spoke, she tapped her wand, and the silver ink turned into gilt gold, and the originally blurred light group seemed to turn into a flowing river, "This is Professor McGonagall."

Gemma constantly adjusted the screen, showing William a wizard with a unique expression——Professor Flitwick, whose magic power is bright silver, flexibly changes his shape, and pure black, who appears as a tetrahedron that hardly changes. Professor Snape
Not only the professors, some young wizards also have unique magic powers—it may be because they haven't had enough opportunities, but they only show some superficial signs, such as clearer outlines than others, or light color.

"Professor Dumbledore's magic power is too strong, he is like a sun, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

But Professor Quirrell...very weird. "

When Gemma talked about Professor Quirrell, he hesitated to speak.

"Well, if you must want to know - although his magic power seems to be just a normal ball, there is no expression, but I always have a feeling. Like.
When I was looking at him, he was actually seeing me. "

William can only guess roughly, but maybe her judgment can be more confident-when she is staring at the back of Professor Quirrell's head, the back of Professor Quirrell's head is indeed staring at her, and may even make a face at her.

If 1/7 Dark Lord has that interest.

"What about mine?"

William asked curiously.

"Your magic."

Gemma bit her lip, and pressed her wand against the drawing paper. Countless, densely packed light silver lines rushed out, like a torrential river, covering every corner of the entire drawing paper.

"like a net"

William wanted to say this, but he saw that in the very center of the drawing paper, particularly bright lines formed an oval sphere, which was undulating in a wonderful rhythm.

"Like a cocoon."

Jamma said softly:

"I don't know what this means, but I know that you are definitely not an ordinary little wizard—even if you are now, you will definitely not be in the future."

"That's why you chose to find me?"

As William said, he tapped the drawing paper with his wand, causing all the content on it to disappear.

"Slytherin will help you get to the top."

Gemma spoke of the Slytherin House motto.

At the moment, it represents two meanings.

"I still don't understand why you chose to put your chips on the table so early - wouldn't the Dueling Club be a more appropriate time?"

William asked his question.

"Because Dwight Yaxley has already started making arrangements for you—I heard that he is contacting other official members, and wants them to go all out when challenging, so that you have to withdraw in disgrace.

You know, in the eyes of some people, the last name Yaxley may still mean something. "

Gemma answered frankly.

"Of course, I also want to see if we have a chance to cooperate and let him make a big embarrassment in front of everyone-only by beating him can I have a chance to go further in the academy, otherwise his annoying hook The nose always wants to show what it does."

"But what good does it do me?"

William shook his head, "Maybe that Dwight Yaxley is very strong, or maybe Professor Flitwick's challenge will be difficult, but I can always find a way to deal with it.

But if I cooperate with you, the conflict between me and Slytherins, or at least most Slytherins, will intensify. "

"They will not dare to provoke you at that time, but tacitly go to work on other things—but... I can understand your concerns. If you want something in exchange, as long as I can find it."

Gemma is too clever.

In just an instant, she understood William's thoughts.

"Of course knowledge, knowledge of spells, knowledge of ancient runes, knowledge of alchemy - I believe that your academy does not lack these things, does it?
Even if you don't have one yourself, you'll know which families with that last name can find similar material. "

William spoke his mind.

"I'm not asking you to bring it to me, but an opportunity to help me reach some transactions. As a middleman, you will naturally get friendship and rewards from both of us."

If those precious research records or materials are still preserved, then most likely they are stored in the homes of the so-called "sacred 28" pure-blood wizards.

Compared to William, who was a "despicable foreigner", Gemma Farley was obviously a better choice.

While she wasn't liked by many Slytherins, the ones who were liked by others, and the ones who might work with William, were either too stupid or had their nostrils turned upside down.

Or simply be ignorant of the value of knowledge.

"So happy to cooperate?"

"Pleasant to work with."

William took Gemma's hand and gave her a gentle shake - and then they took a moment to agree to meet at least twice before next week's events to discuss how to deal with the club's challenges then.

If possible, it's best to surprise them.

"See you next time we meet."

After Gemma and William bid farewell, they walked towards the underground Slytherin common room, and William himself was going back to his dormitory in the Ravenclaw tower to rest.

There is a very important ancient magic text class tomorrow, and he doesn't want to be in poor condition due to lack of sleep.

It’s just that William didn’t expect that when he walked from the stairs on the fourth floor to the third floor, he would meet eight out of seven people——Quilinas Quirrell, a professor of defense against the dark arts with a small piece of Voldemort stuck on the back of his head, Holding a pot of tea, walking upstairs.

"Ah, Mr. Buffalo, I was wondering if I'd have a chance to meet you before class, so I can see how your Defense Against the Dark Arts is going.

—Why don't you come to my office and have a cup of tea so we can have a good chat? "

Completely different from what was mentioned in the movie, Professor Quirrell, who didn't stutter at all, smiled and extended an invitation.

　It's a patch. .Because the power in hp has never had a clear level and system, so I personally think that it actually exists, but it is not exposed.

　　There is a reasonable explanation for Professor Quirrell's non-stuttering, so don't rush to call me ooc.Eight-sevenths equals 1+1/7.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)