Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"Les, long time no see!" Cedric showed a happy expression when he saw that the person who called him was Les.

This guy disappeared for half a semester, which made them, his old acquaintances, quite worried. But fortunately, judging from his complexion, he should be fine.

"It's been a while since we last met. I was seriously injured in the Alchemy World before, so I had to find a place to recuperate for a while."

"Oh, it looks like you're recovering well." Cedric nodded with a smile, sincerely happy for Les's recovery.

"What are your plans for the holiday? I heard that you were invited by Yang Qingyue to visit his sect?"

"That's true." Cedric nodded, "But didn't Professor Dumbledore say that..."

"It's not a big problem." Rice waved his hand, indicating that as long as he was strong enough, he could ignore Dumbledore's words.

Rice's confidence is not blind, but because he really has the ability. After all, he is one of the people behind Dumbledore and the source of Dumbledore's confidence.

Cedric:?

"This is not so good..." He was a little tempted.

Yang Qingyue's invitation had a strong appeal to him, and he really wanted to go to the far East to explore the mysterious oriental magic.

"What's wrong with that? Professor White should have explained it to you, right?" Rice leaned towards Cedric mysteriously and whispered to him, "The real reason why Dumbledore warned everyone."

Cedric said "hmm".

The teacher did tell him that the seal of the underworld had been broken and that many dangerous things might happen during the summer vacation, so he was told to be careful, not to run around, and not to stray too far from the British Isles.

He was not very clear about the "Penglai" mentioned by Yang Qingyue, but it was obviously very, very far away from Britain.

"The danger actually comes from the evil spirits that sneaked out of the underworld, but if we are stronger than the evil spirits, then the source of danger is actually us - the evil spirits are worried about encountering us, right?"

Cedric suddenly felt as if something had suddenly dawned on him.

At this moment the world outside is like a forest, where the identities of predators and prey change moment by moment.

"That……"

"What are you waiting for? Let's go to the appointment quickly!" Les said in Cedric's ear in a seductive voice.

Cedric thought what Rice said made sense, but before leaving, he realized a small problem.

"Where are you planning to go for the summer, Les?"

A bright smile appeared on Rice's face: "I plan to go to Yang Qingyue's hometown with you."

"Sure enough!" Now Cedric understood why Rice had urged him to go to Yang Qingyue's appointment. It turned out that he also wanted to experience Eastern magic!

Cedric had no objection.

He felt that it was safer to travel with a group, as he still remembered the last time he was ambushed by the Secret Society when he acted alone. In times of trouble, they should stick together.

Cedric did not have any prejudice against Rice just because he did not even participate in the finals of the championship. As someone who had played against Hermione in the semi-finals, he knew Rice's true strength very well.

Hermione won the championship by relying on the shadow of Les in the field!

If the phantom is so powerful, how strong must the real person be? Cedric has always believed that Rice is the best fighter of their generation, but he has always kept a low profile.

The reason for withdrawing from the competition due to serious injury is actually quite suspicious.

After the two reached an agreement, Cedric took Les to find Yang Qingyue.

As Les expected, Yang Qingyue had no objection to Cedric's request to bring a companion with him.

The three of them agreed that they would set off as soon as the school year was over.

"How do we get there? We have to fly to——"

"Depend on this." Yang Qingyue took out a few small flags from his arms, with patterns on them that the two of them could not understand.

“As long as we insert it into the ground to form a formation, it will be able to echo the formation I left in other places before, and then teleport us back.” Yang Qingyue introduced.

Les and Cedric's eyes widened.

They had never experienced this kind of transmission method before, so they must broaden their horizons today.

Soon, the day of leaving school arrived.

While the young wizards were heading to the Hogsmeade station together, Les, Cedric and Yang Qingyue found a secluded place on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

Watching Yang Qingyue stick the small flag into the ground, Rice narrowed his eyes.

It's amazing!

There were only weak magical fluctuations on those flags, but after being inserted into the ground, they faintly resonated with the other flags, instantly amplifying the weak fluctuations a lot.

By the time the last flag was dropped, the magical fluctuations had become so strong that even Cedric could easily detect it.

Through the fluctuations of magic power, Rice discovered that this formation was very similar to his own teleportation magic formation, which could be considered a complicated version of Apparition.

The three of them stepped into the formation, and the next moment, their figures disappeared, and the flags on the ground were all broken into pieces, turning into a pile of garbage.

Les experienced something similar to the Floo Network. After spinning rapidly in the air for a while, the three of them landed in a wilderness.

"Where is this...?" Cedric looked up, trying to identify their location.

"Transit station." Yang Qingyue showed a hint of embarrassment on his face.

His skills are still not good enough to cross the Eurasian continent in one breath.

After a moment, he set up another formation and prepared for the second teleportation.

Looking at the flag on the ground, Les was embarrassed to ask him how much such a teleportation would cost. Maybe it would just be a waste of energy.

After the second transmission was completed, Rice felt a gust of sea breeze on his face.

"We're here." Yang Qingyue said concisely.

They have arrived at Penglai, the fairy island on the coast of the East China Sea.

Led by Yang Qingyue, Les and Cedric walked into the mountains on the island.

Yang Qingyue walked in front, holding a lit incense stick in his hand. Les and Cedric followed closely behind him, following his instructions without missing a step.

As they walked, Rice raised his eyebrows.

He could feel that the three of them seemed to have walked into a huge magic circle, just like outsiders entering the territory of Hogwarts.

Although Yang Qingyue had no ill intentions, Rice still secretly raised his vigilance. He secretly estimated the strength of this defensive magic circle and evaluated whether he could break out with Cedric.

After feeling that he could no longer be trapped, Rice regained his calm.

Soon, Yang Qingyue brought them to an ordinary-looking wooden building. After pushing the door and walking in, they saw an old man with completely gray hair lying on a recliner basking in the sun.

"Oh? Are there guests coming?" The old man looked up at Les and Cedric. His gaze paused on Les for a moment, then turned to Yang Qingyue.

"Take the blond boy to the backyard for tea. I have something to discuss with the black-haired boy."

After hearing what his master said, Yang Qingyue looked at Les in surprise. Without saying anything, he took the confused Cedric to the back room.

Rice stayed in the front yard and sat face to face with the old man.

"My fellow Taoist has achieved great success. He can even overcome the crisis of life and death. You are truly extraordinary." The old man spoke in fluent English.

Now Rice finally knew where Yang Qingyue learned English.

To show respect, Rice chose not to speak to the old man in English, but instead used a language proficiency spell on himself.

“Now we can communicate without any barriers.”

"Your spell is quite convenient."

"Magic is like this. There are many magics that make life easier."

"Does reincarnation magic count as well?"

"Oh?"

"I'm afraid you are not a human being in your whole life? Such means are really amazing to me."

Les calculated and felt that strictly speaking, he had only lived two lives. In the first life, he transformed into a snake and shed his skin, which was just a way to increase his lifespan. The reincarnation after that officially opened up his second life.

"I would like to congratulate you for taking a step on the road to immortality that ordinary people cannot achieve."

"I can share the method with you—"

"No need for that. Birth, aging, sickness and death are the common sense of the universe. I have no intention of breaking it." The old man looked at Rice.

Rice found that the old man's eyes were clear and bright, which reminded him of Dumbledore.

But the old man was unwilling to accept his "good intentions", which was very troubling. Why should he help him remove Loki's soul from Godric's body for no reason?

"I think we should be straightforward." Rice decided to get straight to the point. "I have a good friend who is possessed by a spirit. Do you have any way to expel his soul from his body? I heard that your magicians in the East have done in-depth research on the soul..."

"Possessing another's body?" The old man fell into thought.

"There is a way." After a few seconds, he replied lightly, "There is a kind of elixir that can help a person's soul leave the body after taking it. If your friend is possessed by someone, then taking this elixir can help the other person's soul leave the friend's body."

Rice's eyes suddenly widened.

This is really great news!

"Excuse me..." Rice also understood the principle of no reward without merit, so he wanted to know what price he would have to pay in exchange for such a pill.

"It's not easy to refine this pill," the old man said in a much lighter voice, "It requires a lot of rare ancient medicines, and the refining method is almost lost. The materials consumed are simply beyond measure in money. Even so, do you still want a pill? Is it really worth it, that person?"

Rice glanced at him and his tone became firm.

"Just make an offer, no matter how much, I will find a way. He still has a mission to complete."

"Gryffindor, I will definitely resurrect you!" Rice said in his heart, "The founders have already decided that you will be the next headmaster of Hogwarts. This is a mission you cannot escape!"

The old man felt a will as hard as a rock from Rice's tone, which surprised him greatly: he didn't expect that a person who had reached this level would still have someone who couldn't let go.

He told Rice that he didn't need things like Galleons and Zhuoguo, what he needed was "sharing what we have".

Rice understood the other party's needs.

The old man in front of him actually has something in common with Rowena. What he needs is "knowledge", knowledge about Western magic.

Coincidentally, he is a rich man in terms of money and a top tycoon in the field of knowledge.

Rice directly took out a pen and paper and wrote down his insights on magic and the field.

As for the consequences of the leakage of this knowledge, he didn't care - these things were all in the Hogwarts library, and could those little wizards learn all of them?

The old man stood up tremblingly and went to prepare the materials for alchemy.

In the following days, Les and Cedric stayed temporarily on Penglai Island until the date chosen by the old man for alchemy arrived.

During this time, Cedric wandered around Penglai Island with Yang Qingyue, and his footprints covered the entire island. Yang Qingyue even took him to the shore.

Rice stayed at home, writing down the wealth he needed to pay to the old man.

Sheet after sheet of paper was filled with densely packed words, but the old man showed no intention of stopping, and Rice did not stop writing either.

It was not until the day of alchemy that the old man asked Rice to put down his pen and come to the alchemy room to watch him refine the "Shenyou Taixu Pill".

Rice readily agreed.

He thought that maybe he could get some inspiration from Eastern alchemy to improve his potion-making skills.

There was a huge Tai Chi diagram painted on the floor of the alchemy room, and at the eyes of the Tai Chi, there were bronze tripods as tall as an adult's forearm.

The old man stood between the two tripods, quietly waiting for the auspicious time to come.

When the auspicious time arrived, he lit a fire under each of the two tripods and threw in a pile of medicinal herbs and animal products.

Rice frowned as he watched, and his trust in the old man was lost bit by bit with his actions.

Because in his eyes, the old man just burned a bunch of things into ashes. Those said precious materials did not produce any strange phenomena in the cauldron, nor did they resonate with the surrounding natural environment.

Not to mention that it brought him any inspiration in the field of potions. If this situation happened in Snape's Potions class, Snape would have rolled up his sleeves and started hitting people on the back of the head with the textbook.

By the time the old man poured two lumps of ashes into a box and rolled them into a big mud ball with honey, Les was already a little overwhelmed.

He began to seriously consider the possibility that he had been defrauded.

"Not really, not really... His base is right here, he can't run away." Rice kept convincing himself in his heart.

As Rice counselled him, the old man rolled the mud into a long strip and then cut it into pills with a wooden container.

After shaking in the wooden box for a while, more than ten round, golden pills were ready.

The old man took out a hollowed-out gourd, poured the pills into it, and handed the gourd to Rice.

"Take it with warm water. One pill will be enough to take effect. The rest will be given to you by me."

Les:…

He didn't know what to say for a moment, and just silently put the gourd in his arms.

Now it was time to go back to Hogwarts and give Godric his medicine.

Les secretly swore in his heart that if the pills didn't work, he would come back to ask for an explanation!

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