Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"It's time to get busy!" Rice couldn't help but stretch.

I hope I can prepare the potion before the next stage of the competition begins. By then...

When imagining the future, Les thought of a question: According to Rowena's description, the newly resurrected little Godric should be very weak, like a baby, so who will take care of him?

After thinking about it, Rice decided to keep this issue to himself and not reveal it to anyone else.

Anyway, he is a student now, so the job of taking care of Gryffindor will definitely not fall on him.

Let Rowena and Helga worry!

"Thank you for your hard work, Salazar." Helga said seriously, "If there is anything you need us to do, just ask us directly."

"Dumbledore has a phoenix, right? I want some of its blood, tears, and feathers."

After hesitating for two seconds, Les finally did not let Helga and Rowena help him collect the phoenix feces.

If I really made a potion with phoenix feces, Godric would not let me go after he was resurrected.

"No problem." Helga agreed immediately. It was a simple little thing for her.

Les thought about it and realized that if these materials still couldn't make a suitable potion, then he could only consider using the venom of the snake king.

After asking Helga to collect materials for the Phoenix, Les felt that he had nothing else to entrust his companions to do. However, he still had a question that needed Rowena's answer.

"Royna, is there a difference in the speed of time flowing inside and outside your little world?" Les had noticed this problem in the alchemy world before.

The natives of the alchemy world seemed to have a lot of historical background. The last catastrophe seemed to have happened a long time ago to them.

This is not right. Rowena has only been awake for a few years, how could she have left so much time for the natives? So it can only be a matter of time flow.

"It is indeed different. Sometimes I will artificially speed up the flow of time. One day outside may be a hundred years in the world. But later, the world got out of control, so I can no longer speed up the flow of time in the small world at will. Only after you players go in, I have an anchor point, and can I forcibly control the flow of time to one-to-one."

Rice's eyes suddenly widened.

"So generally speaking, what's the ratio of time?" Les became a little nervous.

"It's not fixed. If it's less, one day in the outside world, one year in the inside. If it's more, ten years is possible."

Les:!

There were two full months from now until the start of the second stage of the competition, which meant that at least sixty years had passed! If we were unlucky, even six hundred years had passed!

"This is why I gradually lost control. The speed of time inside is too fast, and the frequency of strong people appearing is also higher." Rowena spread his hands: "Even if I frequently activate the 'Great Tribulation', I can't eliminate those who are truly threatening. And after the Great Tribulation, the speed of time will suddenly increase. This is a resistance made by the world's will."

Only the way that Rice personally entered the scene and seized the fragments of the origin of the world could truly weaken this out-of-control alchemical world. Rowena's world-destroying catastrophe was just a way to stop the boiling water, and Rice's behavior was to remove the fuel from the fire.

Les rubbed his hands: This is a bit troublesome...

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing." When the discussion was over and Les was about to leave Helga's office, he seemed to suddenly remember something and casually said, "Next time, let the contestants bring some antidote potions! I always feel that the organizers of the event don't seem to have adequate protection measures for the contestants."

This sentence may sound nonsensical, but the two old friends have been with him for many years and are like worms in his stomach, so they naturally understood what he meant.

Les also knew that doing this would be tantamount to self-destruction in the eyes of his two old friends, but he had no choice. The problem of the speed of time mentioned by Rowena was too confusing.

He did a little experiment when he left the alchemy world.

If it was just a few months or even a few years, Les thought it would be fine, but Rowena's statement that one day in the outside world was at least one year inside really made him a little uneasy. The potion he released was not an ordinary poison, it was a potion with the ability to slowly evolve...

Even Rice himself was not sure what his experiments would look like after decades or even hundreds of years of development, but it was probably beyond his control. If most of the contestants were poisoned to death at once, it would be a big trouble, so Rice suggested strengthening the protection of the contestants.

As long as I prepare the players in advance, there won't be any problems...right?

Rowena and Helga stared at Rice, making Rice feel a little guilty.

But he changed his mind and became confident again: This alchemical world was meant to be destroyed, so what's wrong with me doing some experiments? If you have any objections, don't let me in again!

Les, who felt he had Rowena in his grasp, instantly regained his composure.

"What's the matter? If not, I'll go back and rest."

Rowena and Helga looked at each other, and then Helga couldn't help but sigh.

"You go back first." Rowena didn't have any special opinion on what Salazar did. This was a tacit agreement between her and Salazar, and it was a reward for Salazar's hard work in helping her clean up the mess.

If the entrance to the alchemy world had not been closed after the first stage of the competition, and the contestants could not enter again, she would definitely put Salazar in again to experiment with him.

"Don't take it too far." Helga warned Les seriously.

In the alchemy world, she would tolerate any death. But if those things were brought into the real world and accidentally released, she would not let them go even if it was Salazar!

"I understand." Les nodded seriously.

He still understood the seriousness of his experiments. If they got out of control, Hogwarts would probably turn into a dead zone in an instant.

After saying goodbye to his two old friends, Rice walked out of Helga's office and slipped all the way back to the Slytherin College common room, where there was indeed a dance going on.

When Les walked in, Malfoy appeared in front of him, holding Pansy Parkinson and spinning around.

Malfoy:…

Les:…

The scene was a little awkward.

It took Malfoy only half a second to make the decision: he danced away to the music, holding Pansy in his arms, as if he had seen nothing.

Rice was extremely glad that he did not attend the celebration party of Slytherin College. He went straight to the dormitory, intending to wait until this boring celebration party was over before coming out.

----

Here comes the late night update. Hehehe, didn't you expect it? There will be another chapter this afternoon or evening.