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"Amway? What Amway?"

"Don't pay attention to the details, I mean, have you ever thought about combining some muggle necessities with magic.

After Amber said the idea with a smile, he found that the twins were not as excited as he thought.

Instead, they looked at each other as if there was something unspeakable, not knowing what was being exchanged in their eyes. After a while, George said hesitantly:

"Yeah, Amber, we've had this idea before.

"But we don't know much about Muggle stuff."

"Dad's collection never lets us touch.""

"The main thing is that we have no money.

"I have the money. I can also provide you with some core technologies you need."

Amber smiled deeper, like the big bad wolf who kidnapped Little Red Riding Hood, "Five Seven Zero" pulled the twins aside and talked for a long time:

"Muggles have something called a mobile phone..."

In Potions class this morning, Amber rarely skipped class.

Snape's furious voice in Potions class seemed to be left behind by Amber, and it wasn't until noon that Amber and the twins walked out of the abandoned classroom contentedly.

"Then it's settled like this. The first wave of funds is one thousand Galleons, and the subsequent production funds will depend on your performance."

In the hall, Amber graciously hugged the twins, and the tone was full of hope.

Watching the twins leave, Amber felt extra relieved.

It was not until the twins came to him that he realized later that he had walked into a wrong path.

Research and invention, this is not a person's business.

Some things should be handed over to more professional people.

Now Amber only needs to be responsible for the most critical runes, and the holy things can be handed over to the Weasley brothers.

This made him feel refreshed immediately.

Watching the twins' backs disappear on the stairs, Amber also turned and walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

The joyful mood made him not feel hungry, and even he couldn't wait to see the results of the Weasley brothers.

But just after he walked down the dungeon, a gloomy voice sounded in his ears, completely breaking his good mood.

"Mr. Cadmus, if your troll smile isn't an overdose of euphoria, I'd like to ask you to explain why you didn't come to class in the morning. 39

Hearing this familiar voice, the smile on Amber's face suddenly stiffened.

He turned his head slowly, and Snape's face like Parke appeared in the corner, staring at him.

"Haha... Dean..."

Amber smiled embarrassedly, and being caught for skipping class was really not a pleasant thing.

"Come with me.

Fortunately, Snape didn't pursue this matter too much, but gave Amber a cold look and led him to the office.

Snape's office was still crowded and chaotic.

Countless messy potions and raw materials are piled up in one after another densely packed cabinets.

Only the farthest place against the wall was a dirty desk, and on the desk was the manuscript that Amber brought before. It was spotlessly clean and out of place in this whole room.

"Tell me, what happened before?"

Sitting down at the desk, Snape got straight to the point and asked about the past.

Amber didn't hesitate, and ignored his purpose of going to the Forbidden Forest. From the moment he met Quirrell, he told Snape one by one.

But in the end, I changed the location of the door key to my own home.

"The Dark Lord...

Contrary to Amber's expectations, Snape wasn't surprised to hear that Voldemort was attached to Quirrell's head, and that he was able to control his body to use magic.

Instead, there was a rare look of thought in his eyes.

This scene fell into Amber's eyes, making him secretly surprised.

Snape's Occlumency was so proficient that it had reached the level of instinct.

To be able to let him show his emotions from the bottom of his eyes, it must be a great event involved.

Recalling the content of their conversation before, Amber rolled his eyes slightly and said tentatively:

"Professor, why is the Dark Lord able to control other people's bodies? Is it the effect of potions?"

Snape was silent for a while, as if hesitating whether or not to disclose this matter to Amber, and finally shook his head slowly.

"It's not a potion, it's a rare alchemy... 35

As if recalling a long-standing memory, Snape's commentary was filled with a hint of mistiness.

Through Snape's explanation, the expression on Amber's face became more and more solemn, and his heart became more and more surprised.

Who would have thought that since the master of black magic and the master of potions, Voldemort is still a hidden master of alchemy.

It's just that because alchemy doesn't help Voldemort's so-called great cause, his skills have never been shown to others.

Thinking of this, Amber was quite emotional.

Sure enough, no one can succeed casually. Voldemort has coerced the entire British magic circle for more than ten years, and his talent and efforts are unique.

Before deciding on the Horcrux route at that time, Voldemort had considered achieving longevity by means of a method similar to looting.

And it looks like a lot has been achieved.

What contemporary Orochimaru is this?

Amber couldn't help but mutter to himself.

However, the spit returns to spit, and Amber, who is also an expert in alchemy, found a lot of details from Snape's remarks.

Voldemort's alchemy techniques gave him a vague sense of familiarity.

If you can figure out the trick, it will be of unprecedented help to Amber's series of plans.

Thinking of this, Amber opened his mouth to inquire about this matter.

Disappointingly, Snape didn't say much about that either.

He was only able to analyze this information through occasional observation and only 2.0 words from Voldemort. As for the source of Voldemort's alchemy, Snape said that he couldn't help it.

Although Amber was disappointed, there was nothing he could do about it.

Back in the dormitory, looking at the ceiling with the silver-green weft curtain hanging, Amber's eyes became more and more firm.

The things that happened in the Forbidden Forest before can't just pass by so casually.

Whether it was Voldemort's alchemy that helped him a lot, or the mysterious Slytherin badge from before.

A probe into Quirrell's office was imperative.

With certain thoughts, Amber rolled over and fell asleep.

Adequate sleep helps people to think quickly, and all Amber's actions are dancing on the tip of the knife, and there is no room for sloppy.