Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

Chapter 815: Chapter 187: Forest Fairy’s Hair

In the magic world, books are not merely carriers of text.

The Monster Book of Monsters will chase and bite people like a ferocious dog, the Invisibility Book itself is invisible, and some ancient dark magic books even tempt others to commit suicide.

Voldemort hid pieces of his soul in a diary, which in the eyes of ordinary wizards, is also a dangerous ”magic book.”

At this moment, what Professor Morry is asking future alchemists to make is relatively rare: a book that inherently has a recognition function, showing nothing but blank parchment to anyone but its owner.

A magic version of the encrypted diary, very practical, but unfortunately, few know how to make it.

Thus, it is conceivable that the production difficulty is very high, and the students’ performance is poor, leaving Professor Morry with a clouded face.

”The moonstone powder must be added simultaneously with the unicorn hair!” He tapped on one student’s cauldron, questioning harshly, ”In your view, is two seconds apart considered ’simultaneous’?”

The named girl looked nervous, frantically trying to fix it, and her mind suddenly blanked, causing her to add another handful of powder.

Professor Morry: ”...”

Seeing such outrageous behavior, his beard almost curled up in anger.

From the other end of the classroom suddenly came a muffled ”bang”, as a thin tall student was engulfed in a cloud of purple smoke, his entire face shimmering with a purple glow, looking confused at his smoking creation.

Professor Morry temporarily gave up scolding the erring girl and strode over, waving his magic wand to expel all the smoke from the classroom.

He took a deep breath and, suppressing his anger, questioned quietly:

”Didn’t you memorize the ancient magical runes I asked you to note down last week?”

”I...” The boy swallowed hard, stuttering, ”I memorized it... not very well...”

”Oh, you remember some things quite bizarrely,” Professor Morry said icily. ”Tell me, are ’concealment’ and ’explosion’ the same thing?”

At this moment, Professor Morry’s image almost overlapped with that of Professor Snape, and Vid couldn’t help but smile outside the window.

His gaze scanned the other students: some had sweat streaming down their foreheads, some were frantically flipping through their notes, and one student was sneakily wiping away the magical text they had just written.

But in a classroom with so few students, none of their small actions could escape Professor Morry’s discerning eyes.

He pointed out each student’s mistakes one by one, repeatedly using Vid for comparison:

”If Vid were here, in the same amount of time, he could bury you all with finished magic books!”

”Vid memorized this much content in just one month! And you? I’ve taught you for half a year, and you still make such basic mistakes! Go home and copy the magic rune dictionary from page 37 to page 58, once each!”

”When Vid made the same mistake once, he remembered it, so how can you keep making the same mistake?”

When the bell rang for class to end, all the students showed relieved expressions, packed up their things, and left the classroom. As soon as they stepped out the door, they saw Vid not far away.

Everyone came to a slight halt, casting complex glances at Vid.

With Professor Morry right behind them, no one said anything, but a senior Ravenclaw student pointed at Vid with a half-amused, half-helpless expression and whispered:

”He got us scolded again... At the next gathering, I’m going to make sure you get drunk!”

The group walked away dejectedly, not yet fully through the corridor, when Vid heard a girl on the verge of tears complaining quietly:

”Why do they always compare us to him... That guy is Vid Gray, even at Professor Morry’s age...”

Another student reprimanded, ”You better shut up, if the professor hears you, be careful he doesn’t make you copy the entire dictionary!”

Vid pretended not to hear these discussions, gently rapping on the doorframe once the others had gone far away.

”Oh, you’re here, Vid.”

Professor Morry, who was recording something on parchment, looked up, and upon recognizing the visitor, his previously gloomy expression brightened at once.

Professor Morry put down his quill, leaned back, and smiled: ”Come in... How did last week’s quill feel to use?”

As he spoke, he waved his magic wand, and the copper kettle in the classroom corner started boiling water automatically.

”Very well.”

Vid walked in, put his backpack down, and casually placed a teacup. ”A quill made with unicorn tail hair feels the most comfortable in hand, and I think it can calm one’s mood. If injured, a light touch of the quill tip near the wound can help prevent infection and promote healing—though it’s not very apparent.”

This type of quill might be somewhat useful for Muggles, but for wizards, its function is barely better than nothing.

Since graduating from third grade, Vid has been practicing making various quills for over half a year now. Some are quite useful, while others feel redundant, and some have bizarre magical effects.

For instance, he once made a quill that, the moment you wrote, started singing with a dwarf-like voice, rough, hoarse, and unpleasant, practically noise pollution.

Of course, the goal of this learning experience was not to make all kinds of magic quills, but to understand, from the minutest angles, the properties and combinations of various alchemy materials and to familiarize himself with different alchemy techniques.