Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

"I'm sorry to disturb you."

A voice sounded nearby, interrupting Hermione's rhythm.

"I would like to ask, you just mentioned Polyjuice Potion, right?"

Turn around and look over.

He is a Ravenclaw wizard with messy hair and some stubble on his chin.

His eyes were sunken, with a greenish-black color under his eyes, and he looked like the kind of master cultivator who had stayed up all night for a week without sleeping.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose." Seeing Jack and Hermione staring at him, he quickly waved his hand to show that he was innocent, "I just happened to hear it when I was passing by."

Jack believed this.

There are people coming and going in the auditorium, so it is not unusual for someone to listen to what you say here.

Hermione also reacted now.

The base of her ears turned a little red, she lowered her head slightly and stopped talking.

It's so embarrassing that others listened to my words, which I don't know if they were angry or trying to be coquettish.

I really want to run to the moon and live overnight.

Only in this way can we avoid embarrassment, right?

Since Hermione lowered her head, immersed in her own world and didn't answer, Jack spoke up: "Yes, there is such a thing, what's wrong?"

"It's like this. That kind of magic potion is very rare. How do you know about it and how do you get it?" When the wizard said this, he obviously hesitated. "If there are many, can you let me see them? ?I have never seen such a high-level potion."

"Advanced?" Jack didn't give the answer right away, "You are a senior student, right? Why, haven't you seen Polyjuice Potion?"

"No." The wizard shook his head, "I have only seen relevant descriptions in books. It should be a very magical potion."

Jack was thoughtful when he heard this.

Is Polyjuice Potion so advanced and rare?

According to sporadic memories, it seems that Hermione found the corresponding formula in the forbidden book area.

Later, there were relatively few people who knew how to make this kind of magic potion.

Perhaps because its use is too special, even though it is not a contraband, its related information has been deliberately reduced.

But didn't Quirrell use it as a mission prop?

Looking at it this way, it doesn’t seem to be particularly rare, right?

Or was it not unusual for him to behave like this because he had a special relationship with Snape and was able to get potions from Snape?

Or is it simply that Quirrell can do it himself, so he doesn’t pay attention to it?

In fact, Jack had considered this issue before, until he had forgotten about it and had not come to a specific conclusion.

It was better now, because the wizard's words came to mind again.

Of course, those had nothing to do with the conversation at the moment, and Jack simply forgot about it.

"So, what do you want from me?" He said straight to the point, "Is it simply to see the finished product of Polyjuice Potion, or do you want to get some Polyjuice Potion, or its formula?"

It's not convenient to start the topic at this time, so let's settle it quickly.

"Uh... do you even have the formula?" The wizard said with hesitation on his face, "If it's possible... can you let me see the formula? Of course, I can just see the finished product of the polyjuice potion."

"I heard your request, but what price can you pay?" Seeing that the wizard seemed not to have thought about this issue, Jack reminded, "You don't want to pay nothing. , you can get what you want, right?"

"This... that... I..." the wizard faltered.

Jack looked him over carefully.

Apart from the fact that the wizard's appearance is a little too slovenly, from his slightly faded school uniform and his shoes that don't look the same, it can be seen that he is a man who lives very hard.

To be honest, with his look, when he graduates from Hogwarts, once he takes off the robe embroidered with the school emblem and replaces it with a traditional wizard black floor-length robe, he will look like the down-and-out black guy who stays in Knockturn Alley all year round. Wizards are no different.

Jack's heart moved slightly.

A plan that just emerged quickly took shape.

"It's not convenient for me to talk to you in detail now. If you have figured out the price you can pay, come back to me." Jack smiled and raised his glass, "I am Jack, a first-year Hufflepuff."

He raised his glass. A sensible person should understand what he did.

The wizard smiled bitterly: "Okay, I understand. When I think about it, I will come to you."

He gave Jack a long look.

Jack's face was rosy, his appearance was very well groomed, and his hair was neatly combed without any mess.

Look at his clothes again.

Although they are all school uniforms that students should wear, the ones he wears seem to be of better quality.

After the wizard imprinted all this in his mind, he turned and left.

Jack watched him go.

The wizard didn't actually go far, he just walked to the table on the Ravenclaw side and sat down.

Then he called the house elf out and started naming the dishes.

It was obvious that he wanted to come over for breakfast after getting up early, and then go to bed later or continue studying in the library.

Jack guessed it was the latter.

He looked away and turned to Hermione.

Now that the wizard who happened to be passing by was gone, she no longer felt so guilty.

She couldn't help it, she just seemed to be flirting with Jack, but others overheard her, so naturally she felt weird.

"How about it, do you want me to help you eat the pudding?" Jack joked with a smile, "If it doesn't work, I suggest you use Restoration to change it back to its original state."

"Can you do this?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"Why not?" Jack was confused. "A complete pudding has turned into a ball of mush. Why can't it be solved by restoring it to the original state? You won't take my previous joke seriously, will you? Don't worry, even if you don't Eat, and I will take care of it for you."

"That's not the problem." Hermione frowned, "I just feel... there seems to be something wrong."

"What's wrong?" Jack asked with a sigh.

"Part of it entered my stomach..." Hermione said seriously, "At this time, if the spell takes effect, it won't tear out the part in my stomach and restore it, right? That would be too much. Disgusting.”

"Well... who knows." Jack shrugged, "Speaking of getting back to the way it was before, do you still remember what we talked about back then?"

"At the beginning? When did you mean?" Hermione couldn't remember for a while.

"Even the one who split the bench in half and used the split wood to make a chair..." Jack mentioned it a little, and seeing Hermione's confused face, he stopped the topic, "Forget it, let's not talk about that. Eat quickly, and go directly to the experiment after eating."