Hermione whispered, her eyes filled with worry.

Altaïr felt like an eleven-year-old girl at this time, with the delicate and weak of that little girl.

"Put your heart in your belly, the sky is falling and there is a tall top, Hogwarts has Headmaster Dumbledore, there are so many professors, and senior students, how can it be our first year wizard to worry about." "

"Even if they're gone, and me, you forgot? "

Altaïr's voice was firm and powerful, and Hermione looked at him, a blush quickly rising on her cheeks, and she snorted softly.

After eating, Altaïr and they went to the underground classroom for Potions lessons.

Snape's expression became more serious and cold than before.

During the class, he taunted a wave of Harry and Ron before starting today's lesson, which focused on how to manipulate some potion materials.

Altaïr, the course of this semester's potions class, has long been self-taught, and he also has a lot of experience in refining potions, after all, the materials of orc potions are handled by him alone, and the materials to be processed in this class are one of the formula materials of orc potions.

Altaïr's perfect operation earned him ten points from Snape, and not surprisingly, Neville was deducted five points for clumsily destroying a piece of material, and Harry was also deducted five points for not taking care of Neville.

After a lesson, Snape left in a hurry.

But even so, Snape, who walked to the door of the classroom, did not forget to turn around and remind Harry and Ron to go to him in the afternoon to be locked up and punished.

Harry's face was livid, his hands were shaking with anger, and Altaïr suspected that if Harry had the strength at this time, he might go to Snape to fight hard.

After leaving the classroom, Hermione went to the library to read as usual, Harry and Ron sounded like they were going to go to Hagrid to complain, and Altaïr went back to the dormitory and then went to the room of requirements incognito.

Now that the ghosts and frescoes in the castle have been mobilized, Altaïr must be cautious.

He had already obtained the heart of the troll yesterday, and now he could try refining the strong orc potion, and every step was clearly recorded in Saruman's experimental notes, and Altaïr was not worried that he would fail.

However, the strong orc potion is much more complicated and time-consuming than ordinary orc potions, even if there is an automatic crucible, Altaïr can only refine a bottle in two hours.

"My spiritual power is still enough, I can get a few more automatic crucibles, and then I can refine a few more bottles in batches." "

"Alternatively, you can also try summoning a Lich, and an intelligent Lich should also be able to help me refine medicines... However, summoning a Lich in the castle may attract Dumbledore's attention. "

Altaïr raised the purple potion in his hand and shook it gently, adding the rat-headed man's soul that he had originally made during the experiment at Shelby Manor.

I saw that the originally turbid potion in the bottle immediately became clear, and the cyan purple color gradually turned into a deep purple, faintly exuding a strange magic, like a clear and pure purple spar.

"Such a bottle of strong orc potion can turn an animal into a strong orc warrior that is even more terrifying than a man-eating demon..."

The corners of Altaïr's mouth gently curved.

As for what animal to choose, Altaïr had already had an idea in his mind.

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, a group of werewolves live.

They were born in the wolf-like state of the full moon, although they only have the form of a wolf, but their IQ is comparable to that of humans, and they are not magical creatures with magical powers, and they are the most suitable for using strong orc potions.

Altaïr now only has a troll's heart, and can only refine ten bottles of strong orc potions, but he is not in a hurry, this time refining a bottle of potions is mainly to get a Forbidden Forest Wolf cub to try the effect.

After putting the potion away, Altaïr left the Room of Requirement.

Because it took a lot of time to refine the strong orc potion, now the lunch time in the Great Hall had already begun for half an hour, and by the time Altaïr arrived at the Great Hall, Hermione had already finished eating.

"I thought you weren't coming for dinner, I asked Malfoy, and he said someone saw you go back to your bedroom and then didn't come out again." "

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Altaïr coming.

Altaïr would never be late for anything he did, and neither would he be late for dinner, and today was half an hour late, and Hermione almost thought that something had happened to Altaïr in the castle.

Especially last night something like that happened.

"Meals are always to be eaten. "

Altaïr sat down, gently patted the table, and a sumptuous lunch appeared in front of him.

"I originally went back to the bedroom to read a book, but I didn't expect to fall asleep, and reading books was really boring. "

Altaïr tasted the meat sauce macaroni and felt that it tasted good, and I have to say that the house-elves of Hogwarts still have a hand.

“......"

Hermione was a little speechless.

Good fellow, thanks to the fact that she was still worried about eating badly here, it turned out that she fell asleep reading a book.

"What about Harry and Ron?

Altaïr glanced at the Gryffindor table, not seeing Harry and Ron, so he asked Hermione.

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