Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"Les, are you kidding?" Daphne always felt that she was quite strong, but when she was most confident, she did not dare to put herself on the same level as the mysterious man, no, Voldemort.

"Of course I'm not joking. Although you are not as talented as your sister, you have learned magic from me for seven years. If even Voldemort can't deal with it..." Les glanced at Daphne and said slowly: "Then others will ask you in the future. When it comes to where you learned magic, don't tell me. Even if you can beat me, don't mention my name."

Daphne:......

Daphne was happy to see that Les was so confident in herself, but what did it mean that she was not as talented as her sister? He clearly beats her in terms of controlling magic power!

"According to what you say, you can definitely defeat God now... I mean Voldemort?" Daphne subconsciously shot back. But when the words came out of her mouth, she realized that she had made a mistake: her question was a bit too tricky. It's really unfair to compare a wizard as young as Les with Voldemort.

Besides, who in the wizarding world dares to say that he can definitely defeat Voldemort - not including Lockhart.

But even Daphne herself didn't realize that in the inconspicuous corner of her heart, there was a trace of the thought that Les could defeat Voldemort.

After all, from the time I met him until now, he is almost omnipotent.

Les glanced at Daphne: I have used Voldemort's Horcruxes as medicine, who do you think is better between me and him? Perhaps Voldemort at his peak could escape from him.

"Even if... Voldemort really comes back, sister, together with Les, we will definitely be able to defeat him!" Seeing that her sister seemed to have said the wrong thing, Astoria quickly smoothed things over for her and gently brought up the subject. passed.

As for why they regarded Voldemort as their imaginary enemy, when Rice chose to use Voldemort's Horcrux to treat Astoria, the Greengrass family was destined to be on the opposite side of Voldemort.

Les didn't care much about Sister Daphne's distrust of his own strength. What he cared about was the courage of the two to call Voldemort by his first name.

Rice was satisfied to see both of them calling each other by their first names.

If his apprentice didn't even dare to shout Voldemort's name, he would be really embarrassed.

"I will prepare some auxiliary potions, and then you can receive treatment."

Astoria nodded silently. In view of the special nature of the main medicine, she was still under great psychological pressure.

Les knew she was stressed.

Perhaps hiding it from her would have been more therapeutic, but Les believed that more exposure to the truth would be beneficial to her growth. Excellent wizards may be cultivated in a greenhouse, but great wizards certainly cannot be born in a greenhouse.

After Astoria's treatment, the used Riddle could be recycled and used by Rice to treat Ravenclaw.

I hope he can draw enough power from the curse attached to Astoria's soul! Ravenclaw needs stronger souls.

If the soul is not strong enough, it may explode immediately.

Of course, after these two courses of treatment, the fragments of Riddle in the diary must have been destroyed. Even Rice's intervention could not restore his sanity. But what does it matter? It was the crazy dark wizard who was paying the price anyway.

In Rice's eyes, as long as he can cure his old friend and apprentice, no matter how much it costs, it is worth it.

Next, Les stopped talking actively and concentrated on destroying the meal in front of him.

After the last plate has been emptied, it's time to wash up and go to bed.

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The next day, the Slytherin students had Potions class with the Gryffindor students.

In the smoke-filled Potions underground classroom, Snape patrolled back and forth among the students' desks, checking the progress of the students in preparing swelling potions.

This potion is an antidote to swelling potions. Applying a small amount at ordinary times can also reduce swelling and remove moisture.

"You'd better learn how to prepare your own potions seriously, because in the following lessons I will teach you how to prepare swelling potions... Then I will select a 'lucky' little wizard to test the potion." Although Snape said He wanted to pick a young wizard, but he never took his eyes off Harry.

The Malfoy trio couldn't help laughing, and other Slytherin students also watched all this with amusement.

"Test the medicine..." Daphne pursed her lips, obviously disapproving of this teaching method.

"Excellent teaching model, but unfortunately mixed with too many personal grudges." Les completely agreed. "A bottle of medicine that even the pharmacist who prepared it dare not use. Do you dare to use it? This is a negative attitude. How to teach responsibility—if he really picked people at random."

"The role of the pharmacist in travel and adventure is very important." A look of nostalgia flashed across Les's face.

When he went on adventures with Godric and the others before, he was responsible for dispensing everything from potions to aid combat to cough potions. After mixing the potion, he would find a way to test the potion first. If he was sure, he would take it himself. If he was not sure, he would catch a toad.

"After your pot of potion is ready, do you want to try it on yourself?" Les glanced at Daphne.

"Of course, no problem!" Daphne was very confident in her abilities.

"Very good," Les showed a satisfied smile: "If you succeed, how about I reward you with a magic spell to strengthen the house?"

After teaching Daphne the basics, Les decided to switch to a reward system - only if Daphne performed well would he teach her the spells that were not in the book.

This is also a way to enhance the child's interest in learning, lest she feel that sharing knowledge is free.

Les was already very kind. These spells were all collected or researched by him and his friends through hard work, and he gave them away as rewards for simple tasks. A thousand years ago, he would have been a great benefactor.

"Could it be an attack spell?"

"Okay, how about a spell that temporarily activates the land?"

After simple bargaining, Les and Daphne reached a "deal." Daphne also began to carefully study the writing on the blackboard left by Snape.

"Hey, elderberries only need to be squeezed out, right? Does that mean they don't necessarily need to be chopped with a knife?" she suddenly asked softly.

"of course."

"There is a filtration step in the follow-up, which means that during the production process of the potion, it will be okay if the filter cloth comes into contact with the potion?" A bold light flashed in Daphne's eyes.

When Les nodded, she bent down without hesitation and took off her shoes.

Les:?

Daphne took out a handkerchief, put all the elderberries needed for the potion on the handkerchief, and then wrapped them up in the handkerchief. After doing this, she raised her shoe, tapped the handkerchief with the heel of her shoe, and after the berries inside were crushed into a puree, she threw the handkerchief into the crucible.

Daphne: Hehe~

Les couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart: Daphne, you have a talent for potions.

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