The Hogwarts library has always recruited the most well-behaved wizards with mediocre talents as administrators.

Lemley Wennington is such a person, an old man who has done his duty for more than 40 years.

He is over 60 years old this year. He has an old problem, that is, when winter comes, the joints of his legs will not work well, and he always limps when he walks.

One morning in November, he was cleaning the books in the restricted area of ​​the library.

Suddenly, he heard a subtle sound of turning pages behind him.

"Well...who is it?"

Lemli immediately covered his legs and turned to the corner, but the place was empty and no one was found.

After frowning and thinking for a while, Lemli suddenly realized and cursed.

"Damn...these damn magical readings."

The pain in his legs made him feel very bad. He was scolding and cleaning the bookshelf with a feather duster, as if he had a deep hatred for these books.

"Clean 50,000 books every day, 10 gold galleons a month, damn Dippet..."

He was muttering about his work. He didn't notice that a feather that was thrown out of his feather duster suddenly hovered in mid-air in the corner, motionless.

The voice of complaining about the leader disappeared around the corner.

The feather slowly fell to the ground.

Hoffa released his stealth, took off the feathers on his head, and sighed.

When the administrator's voice could no longer be heard, he continued to take out a potions book and read it word for word.

…

After entering November, the air in the castle became colder day by day. And Hoffa began his journey of learning various "extracurricular" knowledge in school.

Hoffa originally didn't want to take such a risk and start violating school rules so quickly. After all, he finally lowered his profile and became an unattractive student.

But now he can't help it.

The light golden tattoo on the back of his hand absorbs most of his magic power every day, every day...and there is no time pattern at all.

Sometimes during the day, sometimes in the middle of the night. In short, it happens every few hours.

Although the efficiency of absorbing magic power later was not as exaggerated as it was at the beginning, it was drained again and again.

But Hoffa couldn't bear this speed of magic consumption.

Originally, although he had little magic power, it was difficult to use it in combat, but it was enough for daily life and study.

But now he often loses his magic power halfway through class.

The most embarrassing one was during Transfiguration class, when Dumbledore asked Hoffa to come on stage to demonstrate the snake and rope transformation.

Originally this wasn't difficult at all.

But when Hoffa came on stage, his magic power was suddenly drained by the tattoo.

Dumbledore was still eager to see the results of Hoffa's transformation, but the rope bit his hand, causing his fingers to swell into carrots.

The whole class burst into laughter, and Hoffa made a big fool of himself.

He went to look up the information, frantically looking through all the information, trying to figure out what the lines on his hands were.

But after half a month of searching, he found nothing. Not to mention the patterns, he couldn't even find any relevant records about Helheim and Thunderbirds.

Of course, with such a high price tag, Hoffa also fantasized about whether he had gained some treasure.

For example, this tattoo can swallow your own magic power, but eliminate the impurities and spit out more pure magic power.

For example, this tattoo can store magic power and then release it during battle.

For example, this tattoo can add some thunder and lightning properties to your magic power, making your magic more powerful.

For example, there may be an old man living in the tattoo, who will awaken after absorbing his own magic power, and then lead himself to the peak of life.

but......

Nothing.

Nothing!

It is simply devouring magic power.

No feedback, no justification, no reason.

Regardless of time, place, or occasion.

That's all...

It's like a poor man who is busy making a living and suddenly has a child waiting to be fed. The embarrassment of life forces him to find a way out. Since he can't stop the tattoo from absorbing magic power, he can only focus on increasing the amount of his own magic power.

Now, he must find a way to increase his magic power, otherwise if things continue like this, let alone fight.

Without magic power, it would be a question of whether I could complete my studies or whether I could graduate from the first grade.

In desperation, Hoffa had no choice but to take another risk.

The good news is that after a long and tedious search, Hoffa has temporarily found three feasible ways to increase magic power.

The first is the most common and safest way to improve. That is natural improvement. The wizard's magic level will gradually increase as time goes by. This is a natural law. Between the ages of 14 and 17, the wizard's magic will make a leap.

, will reach a peak at the age of thirty.

But Hoffa couldn't afford to wait for this method.

The second type involves soul conversion in black magic. This method is very dark and has very few records.

Hoffa felt that if he researched this topic and discovered it, he might spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. Hoffa was not a dark wizard, and he never thought dark wizards were cool, so after learning a little bit about it, he gave up on it.

method.

The last one is very common and common. It is to quickly restore magic power by taking some magic potions. This kind of potion has a long history of use and is relatively safe.

That's why Hoffa has been spending these days in the potion area looking for the recipe.

Hoffa found a lot of formulas, and there were more than one. He didn't even go to the forbidden book area to look for it. There were records of this formula in the ordinary areas. This was not a forbidden drug like polyjuice, and many wizards had studied it.

Moreover, the ingredients in the formula are quite common and can be found in the Potions classroom.

The only problem is that these recipes are very old, not only old, but also incomplete. Most of the books are vague or general.

As for the reason, Hoffa found it in a book called "Modern Applications of Ancient Potions."

(Secondary magic restoration potion. This potion is patented by the European Chamber of Commerce of Wizards. It is marked by the Ministry of Magic as a level

Patents, excitement, regulation...

Hoffa in the library rubbed his chin. He didn't expect such a problem, but it was normal.

There must be more than one wizard with low magic power, and there are only a handful of talented wizards.

The market demand for this kind of potion must be huge. When the market demand is huge, monopolies will come.

Apparently someone has kept this potion formula as a trade secret, and they are really smart.

This is just like searching for Coca-Cola on the Internet in the previous life. You can find all the knowledge about Coca-Cola, but it is difficult to find the real formula of Coca-Cola. Even if you can find it, it will be difficult to make Coca-Cola.

There are many similar products in the wizarding world, such as floo powder. Its formula is very simple, but since its advent in the 1st century, no one has been able to copy its formula for more than 600 years.

Potions is an exacting science, and a slight difference can make a difference a thousand miles.

He couldn't find it in the library, and Hoffa didn't give up. He wrote down several old and damaged prescriptions he had obtained on parchment, wondering if he should spend more time studying potions.

Although his potion talent is not great, doing anything is definitely better than not doing anything at all.

After walking out of the forbidden book area, Hoffa was still thinking about getting rid of his shortcomings in potions. He looked down at the parchment that recorded the incomplete potion formula.

Suddenly, at the door of the library.

Hoffa caught a glimpse of a silver light coming from the side. She lowered her head and walked hurriedly.

It's actually Aglaia.

She didn't go to play Quidditch today. She was actually in the library, looking for something. She had a thick roll of parchment in her hand.

Seeing each other, the two of them jumped to the side at the same time. Just like two overtaking drivers bumping into each other, the calm atmosphere suddenly became tense.

A few seconds later...

"What are you looking at?"

Aglaia glared at him fiercely and put her roll of parchment in her pocket without leaving any trace.

Hoffa shrugged and changed directions.

snort!

Aglaia raised her head proudly and changed her direction.

What bad luck, Hoffa thought.

But just after taking two steps, Hoffa suddenly stopped and turned to look at Aglaia's slender back. A plan suddenly popped into Hoffa's mind unconsciously.

Wait, this guy......
To be continued...