I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

That will make the grass grow, which is very exhausting.

Professor Baburin thought for a while. When Dumbledore was fourteen or fifteen, he was a big shot in school...

But that doesn't mean anything...

"Oh, it seems that we have to add three or four years, but it doesn't matter. It's still adolescence." The old man added.

At this point, Baburin's first reaction was to think of the powerful figure, the Dark Lord who almost occupied the whole of Europe.

At this age, Dumbledore is sharing the same ideals with the Dark Lord, pursuing greater interests and maintaining a relationship closer than that of brothers.

Although this is something that only a few people know, these older guys know almost everything.

"Young people will always do something extraordinary."

"At least your students are still at the stage of doing experiments secretly, and have not packed themselves out to find a Dark Lord to follow." The old man nodded and said comforting words, but Baburin didn't feel any comfort in his ears.

"Oh, that's enough, don't say that..." Baburin felt a little stomachache. He turned his head and looked at Carl's erratic eyes. He almost understood the truth of the matter.

"Do you have anything else to say, Carl?" Baburin asked. He hoped to stop here.

Carlos Coste, how many surprises do you have that I don't know.

"Well, I do have my own drawing experiment... There are no other ones..." Carl's voice was floating left and right, and the last one sounded very erratic.

"Oh, looking at his expression, there should be some small surprises that he hasn't told you. Think carefully about whether there are any people with the potential of the Dark Lord in Hogwarts, so as not to let the most talented students be taken away." The old man spoke in a calm tone, but with a bit of a jumpy tone, which made Baburin's stomach ache even more.

"You can't talk nonsense about this. I'm very law-abiding. I'm not late for class, I don't leave early, I don't skip classes, I don't go out at night, I don't look like the type who would go astray." Carl argued for himself, and his usual well-behaved personality also gave Baburin some comfort.

Yes, Carl may be a little bit jumpy, but he never does anything out of line, at most he is too inquisitive.

It's not out of line to do experiments in private...

The old man looked at Carl's righteous expression and glanced at him with an inquiring look, which probably meant, is it really not there? The old man doesn't believe it, after all, he did it a lot when he was young.

Carl looked back, which probably meant, as long as I'm not discovered, then there is nothing, as long as I want, I can keep you from discovering it for the rest of my life.

Including but not limited to, illegal dragon breeding, illegal entry into secret rooms, illegal breeding of basilisks, illegal Animagus.

"But he's not a bad kid, is he? Wade, dear, I think you shouldn't worry too much." The old lady looked at Carl's eyes, which were full of clarity, a kind and good kid.

"I believe you know the rest of the things, forget about these." After all, how much trouble can a child cause.

Basilisk, Black Dragon: Hello.

"But what I want to tell you is, Carl, don't do alchemical activities in private in the future, it's very dangerous, if you are injured and not treated effectively, you may even die." Professor Baburin is worried about this. Although he doesn't know where Carl is doing alchemical activities, it must be a relatively remote place.

If there is any accident, coupled with the lack of timely treatment, it is possible to die on the spot.

"Before you enter the sixth grade, you can conduct experiments under my guidance." Professor Baburin found a compromise. Instead of letting Carl do dangerous things quietly and alone, it is better to break it directly in this situation. It will be better to dredge it instead of blocking it.

Carl nodded like a chick pecking at rice, but he would still go beyond the limit in private.

After all, he had the ability to ensure that he would never die. After all, it was almost impossible to die in an instant. As long as he had a breath, Carl would be able to control his brain to inject himself with vitality tonic and muscle recovery medicine.

If it really didn't work, 0025 could even act according to the situation. In short, he would not let himself die, and the solidity of the secret room would not collapse. Carl's safety work was still very complete.

At worst, after completing it in private, he would go over it with Professor Baburin in public.

"Okay, but what I want to know more is, what step you have progressed to now." The old man's tea was already empty, and he refilled it for himselfA cup was served.

The old lady also handed the milk to Carl, "Here, child, I thought that children might not like black tea, so adding some milk and sugar would taste quite good."

She said kindly. Carl liked the old lady's personality very much. She was gentle, elegant and kind, and she was the kind of warm type.

"Oh, thank you, I can do it myself." Carl took the milk back and mixed it in the teacup with a spoon. Then he went through the magic circles, alchemy products, and some experimental products made by combining ancient runes that he had practiced in his mind.

I don't know where to start. After all, I am not a novice who started from scratch. I have to say that, with the tutoring of 0025 and various game resources, I am rich, and I have a famous teacher to teach me. I even have a whole book of basic knowledge engraved in my mind.

This made him not know what to take out to make it look more normal.

"Oh, it's okay. I have a rough idea. Just say it out loud." The old man said. He did have some psychological expectations. At least Carl had probably seen the simple life array. He didn't know whether it was tested or not, but if he had to bet, he would bet that he had tried it.

Knowing that the exam had tested his basic knowledge, he could just mess around. Carl had a rough idea when he heard this. "It's like this. It's hard for me to describe it, but sir, um..." Carl wanted paper and pen. He could still verbally describe the alchemy process and the array drawings, but he couldn't write while drawing.

"Of course." The old man took out a few pieces of kraft paper from under the table and the feather pen placed casually on the table and gave them to Carl.

Carl raised the pen and began to paint on the kraft paper. "Look at this. This is the magic circuit I planned to study at the beginning." Carl drew the magic circuit of the recovery. With just a few scribbled strokes, Carl quickly found the shape.

"This magic circuit is obviously a bit wrong, but it's good for the first time. How many times have you failed?" The old man saw the problem with the magic circuit almost at a glance.

Several symbols were crooked. Although it barely became a magic circuit of the life array, the line originally used for recovery could not connect to the magic power, but would be directly disconnected. The chain reaction caused by it might be counterproductive and cause a very powerful explosion effect.

"About a dozen times, I also wasted a lot of materials, and the next few times also failed. Later, I changed the channel of the line based on this, but before that, I blew up the furnace and pot several times." Carl was a little talkative when he talked, he was not a silent person.

It was rare that there were so many people besides 0025 who could listen to him talk for a while.

"It was not discovered. The power of this line should not be small when it explodes." The old man nodded.

"Oh, this method is simple. Just use a universal protection that covers the item. If you cover it with a few layers, it can reduce the impact of many explosions." Carl said his own method. This is a very good way. Cover the item with a small universal protection, and then cast a big one.

"Yes, it looks like a good idea. It seems that you have learned spells well, but you should not only study these, right?" The old man nodded and continued to ask.

Carl transformed the magic circle on the lucky ring one by one and took it out to discuss with the old man.

The old lady and Professor Baburin watched from the side, and shrugged helplessly at the same time. "How long do you think they will discuss?" The old lady whispered.

"According to this posture, I will use the time Albus discusses with him." Baburin said very pertinently.

In fact, he didn't expect his old friend to really value Carl at the beginning. After all, he didn't know that Carl was doing alchemy in private.

Now think about it carefully...

Carl's progress in ancient runes was intermittent, and his potion making was sometimes good and sometimes bad, which might have been affected by alchemy.

After all, he remembered that Carl had scored high marks on the potion animal report card several times. You know, alchemy and potions are inseparable.

"Let me think, what should we do with them occupying the living room?" The old lady shook her head and said helplessly.

"There is no need to entertain me. I want to go to the study to find a few books. You sent me a letter last time..." Professor Baburin remembered the last letter, which was one of the reasons why he had to visit.

"Oh, of course, those rare books are in the old place, the row of ancient runes. I'll take the cat outside to bask in the sun. I feel that my bones are getting more and more brittle recently. Sure enough, immortality also requires a price." The old lady did not hugLooking at the cat, she just patted the cat gently, and the cat automatically followed her and started walking.

Of course, Carl's attention was now very focused, so he did not hear the old lady and Baburin's conversation.

His brain was now fully focused, while reversing the existing magic array process and deforming it, and recording it for the old man to see.

After Carl's transformation, those magic arrays would have more or less flaws.

This would appear much more natural, and more importantly, the magic array that tends to be stable has almost no need to change and is not easy to modify.

But when Carl said something that was not very stable but plastic, the old man would fill it in little by little, and even make drastic changes to give a perfect solution that is different from the product produced by the system, but the effect matches it, or even better.

The old man also began to be surprised at Carl's talent, although the magic array and alchemy ideas that Carl said were very immature and even a little naive.

But without exception, they are all feasible, and he is very sensitive to the direction of alchemy.

Carl and the old man wrote and drew at the same time. Their feather pens moved quickly on the kraft paper. They would switch to another one almost every now and then. Carl also asked questions like a sponge and absorbed knowledge like crazy in these few hours.

Many things that 0025 might not give him exact answers, the old man would give him many exquisite and magical answers. Carl felt that the world was about to light up when he heard the old man's words when his thoughts were blocked.

This is simply amazing. Is it true that life teachers and professional course teachers are like this? Carl's admiration and respect for the old man became greater and greater.

In the end, he began to call him teacher all the time, and of course the old man's name for him gradually changed from Coster to Carl.

After all, they like the same thing, so it is easy to find common topics.

"But teacher, you see, the magic array here conflicts with the alchemical product, and it is impossible to put it together. But if a core of qualitative change magic is added in between, there will be no problem at all. I may have an inspiration!" Unlike the past, this time it is not a copycat, but Carl really has some small things in his heart, things that can be realized.

He drew a very sloppy drawing. This is the elimination magic array he just got by transforming the concealment magic array on the lucky ring.

It is similar to the end of all spells, but it is a very conceptual thing, and it is a little useless. According to Carl's prediction, even if it succeeds, it can only block a small fainting spell at most.

"It is a very novel thing, but the functionality is really not great. At most, it is a fainting spell or floating spell with weak power." The old man has been observing Carl's manuscript from the beginning. Another feasible and brief plan.

However, generally few alchemists would make this thing. It is useless and useless. It consumes a lot of money and resources. It seems that it is not worth the effort. It is better to use a real spell to end all spells.

But he does not think that this thing is not worth perfecting.

"You can't expect a newborn baby to be useful. After I make it, I will test it and improve the plan. Maybe it can block two shots." Obviously, Carl thought so too.

He raised two fingers and looked very confident. In fact, he was confident. Anyway, he had enough materials to work with. If it didn't work, he could go to the pile of scrap metal in the secret room. Even if he had to look through the garbage, he could get enough experimental materials.

Compared with other civilian alchemists who had a difficult start, he was a rich cat with a lot of materials to build, plus a built-in computer.

It was really hard not to succeed with this configuration.