Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 848 239: Substitute Class, Too Bad It's Not Me! (2)

Ian rummaged through some new materials.

"There's no such thing as a failed potion, only a Master of Magic Potions who can't utilize them." He muttered while adding materials to the failed product, and the liquid immediately became clear and bright.

It even shimmered with an enticing pearly luster.

This wasn't a successful remedy, of course, but a bit of superficial embellishment, like giving the potion makeup or adding a filter—a case of gold on the outside, rot on the inside. It might look like a high-grade potion, but what effect it might have when consumed, only the heavens might know.

"Perfect, the fools in Knockturn Alley will love it." Ian's conscience didn't feel any pain from this; after all, out of every ten wizards lurking in Knockturn Alley, eleven were no good. He even felt that the more toxic the effects of his potions, the faster his merits would rise.

The more he thought.

The more Ian felt he was a genius.

He had won twice more.

"I wonder if those Dark Wizards in Knockturn Alley have any real valuable materials in their collection. I could rob the rich to give to the poor." Ian couldn't help but lament while cleaning the crucible. He organized his remaining materials and regretted not bringing back some high-quality Magic Potion materials from his time in the past.

It's like traditional Chinese medicine ingredients.

How to put it, times are changing, not just in the Muggle world, but in the Wizarding World, the cultivation of Magic Potion Materials is becoming trendy, and their efficacy is getting more diluted year by year.

Because of this.

Using time travel to collect potions from the past is an excellent approach.

"Those who toy with time are easily toyed with by time." Ian picked up the Time Converter given to him by Merlin, weighing it repeatedly in his hand, his eyes filled with hesitation.

He knew well that time travel was fraught with variables, and the slightest negligence could trigger unpredictable consequences, leaving him deeply conflicted and undecided.

The risk of going back to collect materials must be significant, after all, it's hard to say whether a material from the past would provide crucial support to some pivotal figures in history.

After some thought.

Ian felt he didn't need to do it for now, so he put the Time Converter away again, and just then, a glass bottle rolled out from the pile of materials.

Inside.

The gray misty Soul Body seemed to be sleeping; this was precisely the soul of the creature from the Soul Hall that Ian had "contained" in the past, and he had brought it from the past to the present.

This clearly violated some of the rules of time travel, but existence is reasonable. Perhaps this soul is special; after all, the Soul Hall could traverse different times.

"I sense danger!" At that moment, the previously peacefully sleeping Soul Body suddenly woke up, sensing something. Its illusory eyes filled with panic, staring fearfully at the nearby Dementor. The Dementor, upon sensing the Soul Body, instantly raised its bowed head.

Its mouth puckered dramatically, starting to inhale crazily, as if attempting to swallow the Soul Body whole.

"Hissssss~"

The Dementor almost sucked itself into Granny Dong's air conditioner, but fortunately, it was tightly bound by the Black-robed Skeleton, like a pet tethered by a rope, struggling mightily but unable to break free.

Meanwhile, the Soul Body of the Big Gray Wolf was bristling with fur, staring intently at the Dementor outside the bottle, its eyes filled with uncontainable panic and concern.

Clearly.

The Dementor is a natural enemy for the Soul Body like the Big Gray Wolf.

"Strange..." Ian frowned in thought, "Ordinary Dementors shouldn't have such a strong attraction to a Soul Body..." He thought of Voldemort's Soul Artifacts; if Dementors could easily devour Soul Fragments.

What need was there for a Savior prophecy?

Is it that his own Dementor is somewhat special, or is the Soul Body from the Soul Hall comparatively unique in this regard? To find out, he naturally needed to locate the Soul Hall.

And the Big Gray Wolf was Ian's only clue.

Therefore.

He couldn't let the Dementor devour this clue.

"I order you to calm down!"

Ian sternly commanded the Dementor, while quickly tucking the bottle back into his pocket. The Dementor, restrained by the Black-robed Skeleton, struggled unwillingly a few times before finally settling down.

Clearly.

The Soul Body of the Big Gray Wolf was incredibly alluring to it—it's actually quite reasonable if you think about it, the Big Gray Wolf carries a fairy tale, and what could possibly be more beautiful than a fairy tale?

The notion that the more beautiful something is, the more tempting it is to a Dementor indeed makes sense.

"If you dare to keep sucking cold air, I'll sew your mouth shut." Ian's threat was highly effective, and the Dementor immediately restrained its instincts and huddled itself into a ball.

Its intelligence was becoming increasingly apparent.

Even the Little Wizard had a real mouth for sewing, and it was aware of this. Seeing the Dementor quiet down, Ian quickly set up the crucible and began brewing a new batch of potions.

After most of the steps were planned out, it was almost time for the afternoon class to begin.

The afternoon class was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, one of Ian's most favored classes. As he walked into the classroom, he discovered that today's professor was the familiar Professor Lockhart.

"Didn't the headmaster say he wasn't here?" Ian was slightly puzzled, but he didn't ask more because many Little Wizards were already seated in this somewhat anxiety-inducing classroom. They wouldn't dare to be late, after all, Ian didn't either, which clearly demonstrated what kind of punishment lateness would incur.