"You made quite a noise tonight."

As soon as Zuo Si returned to the castle, he was blocked by Snape near the door.

Especially those scrutinizing eyes and gloomy face, which always give people a very awkward and uncomfortable feeling.

Fortunately, Zuo Si had long been accustomed to the other party's attitude, and deliberately pretended to be innocent and shrugged his shoulders: "Please, professor, this is not my fault. If you have any opinions about this, please go to Professor Quirrell and the person behind him."

"Have you met that man?" Snape asked tentatively, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes. We had a very pleasant and friendly exchange of magic, but he himself did not seem very happy."

When saying this, there was a hint of teasing in Zuo Si's tone.

It goes without saying that in the brief magic duel just now, Voldemort definitely suffered a great loss and was even forced to reveal some of his cards.

The effects and power of several spells are in no way inferior to seventh-ring or even eighth-ring arcane magic.

"Aren't you nervous? You know, that man is the ruthless Dark Lord. The names of the wizards who died at his hands are enough to fill several pages of parchment." Snape continued to ask with interest.

Zuo Si answered nonchalantly, "Nervous? Why should I be nervous? Maybe he was indeed a feared master of dark magic in his heyday, but now he is just a remnant of the soul living in someone else's body. Professor Quirrell's magic level is not enough to support him to exert his full strength. I bet that many professors at Hogwarts can easily defeat him."

"So you are not afraid of him, and even despise him from the bottom of your heart?" Snape touched his chin and looked thoughtful.

Zuo Si nodded gently: "Yes. In my opinion, Voldemort has never been truly powerful and invincible. It's just that most people in the British wizarding world are shocked by his cruel killing methods.

If I had lived a dozen years ago, I would have definitely thought of all kinds of ways to kill it.

For example, tons of high explosives were obtained from the Muggle world, and large-caliber Gatling rotary-barrel Vulcan cannons could fire thousands of bullets a minute; rocket launchers, missiles, white phosphorus incendiary bombs, napalm bombs, thermobaric bombs, poison gas bombs...

Many of these weapons are so powerful that they do not require aiming, and there is no need to spend time and energy looking for a secret keeper or confirming where the enemy's base is.

Just aim at a rough location and throw it from the sky.

In short, there are many weapons in the Muggle world that are far more powerful than most spells and are enough to kill Voldemort and his men.

All that was needed was to set a trap to kill him and his Death Eaters once and for all.

Even if you don't succeed once, you can try again a second or third time.

I don't believe that after experiencing several such counterattacks, there are still many people who dare to become a Death Eater and continue to serve them.

Even if Voldemort himself managed to escape, the power of his subordinates would be greatly reduced, and they would no longer dare to use Apparition to kill wizards who dared to say his name.

In fact, Voldemort exploited the power of fear and the cowardice of human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm.

He cursed his own name, and ordered the Death Eaters or himself to attack and kill anyone who dared to utter this name, just to make everyone lose the will to resist in extreme fear.

It's like a murderer suddenly appears with a knife stained with the victim's blood.

There were obviously a lot of people around, and if just a few of them stepped forward they could have subdued him, but because they were too scared they ended up running away in all directions.

Then they were caught up and killed by the murderers one by one.

So as long as we ignore the terrifying atmosphere created by Voldemort, he is just a slightly more powerful and evil dark wizard, no different in essence from other wizards, and not that difficult to kill. "

"You learned all this in the Muggle world?"

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched inadvertently.

In order to better understand this troublesome student, he bought some books and magazines during the Christmas holidays and got a general idea of ​​the development and changes in the Muggle world in the past decade or so.

It is naturally impossible to know nothing about the weapons used in modern warfare.

But I never expected Zuo Si to be so cruel.

If the last wizarding war had been led by this young man, Voldemort and his Death Eaters would probably have died long ago.

It is possible that more than 70% of the pure-blood families in the entire British wizarding world will be swept directly into the dustbin of history.

"I guess so. You should know that wars in the Muggle world are bloodier and more cruel than wars in the wizarding world.

Therefore, the power of weapons became increasingly terrifying as the two world wars progressed.

Especially in terms of lethality, it has long surpassed most spells.

Therefore, if you really want to kill someone, it is actually easier and more brutal to use guns, explosives and bombs than to use spells. "

Zuo Si explained nonchalantly.

Unfortunately, these modern explosives and weapons are not very effective in Faerun, which is filled with magical energy.

During the Christmas holidays, he took several grenades, shotguns and other hot weapons to test their power and found that any chemical reaction without the participation of magical energy would inevitably be weakened to varying degrees.

Unless the amount of explosives charged at one time is extremely large, like those large iron cans filled with liquid hydrogen and oxygen, the effect will be far inferior to directly using the "Holy Ball of Physics".

In order to find out the reason, Zuo Si spent a large amount of money to get a musket made by the native dwarves of Faerun, and then he found out that this thing was actually a magic alchemical item.

Yes!

The muskets of Furen and what modern people on Earth think of as muskets are two completely different things. Even the formula of gunpowder is very different.

In addition, due to the effects of a large number of magical equipment and protective spells, non-magical weapons are not very effective in actual combat.

Especially something like dragon scales, which is extremely hard and protected by a magical force field. As long as it is a non-magical weapon, even if a large-caliber machine gun is used to shoot continuously at one point, it will not leave even the slightest scratch on it.

So even though the dwarves invented the musket a long time ago, it is not very popular in the continent of Faerun, and there are very few adventurers who are willing to use it as their main weapon.

On the one hand, not all cities can buy bullets and gunpowder, so it is very troublesome to replenish them, which is far less convenient than bows and crossbows; on the other hand, the difficulty of enchanting a small bullet is many times higher than that of enchanting a thin arrow.

If you don't use mithril, adamantium or the like to make projectiles, it is basically impossible to penetrate the protective force field that can resist non-magical damage.

But if you use mithril or refined gold to make projectiles, the cost will be too high.

If you add the cost of having an arcane or divine spellcaster enchant it, it would be more cost-effective to use enchanted arrows.

Among them, a few magic crossbows with power of +3 or above, when used in conjunction with special arrows, have terrifying penetrating power that can even pierce through the trunks of several towering trees in succession.

Under the influence of magic power, the kinetic energy generated by the pulling force of the crossbow was compensated to the maximum extent compared to the serious lack of propulsion force generated by the combustion and expansion of gunpowder.

That is why the strange phenomenon that muskets have been unable to replace bows and crossbows to become the mainstream weapon has appeared in the continent of Faerun.

Snape obviously didn't know what Zuo Si had done during the short two-week Christmas vacation. He subconsciously frowned and reminded him, "I admit that what I just said makes sense. But please remember that you are only a first-year student at Hogwarts. Although you have achieved success that countless adult wizards cannot achieve in their entire lives, it is better not to say some things lightly."

"Don't worry, professor. I know what to say to whom. But for you, I am willing to give you 100% trust." Zuo Si responded meaningfully.

There is no doubt that this sentence instantly made Snape's eyes flash with a hint of touch, but it soon turned into a look of disgust.

"Well, stop talking nonsense here and go back to your dorm to rest. I don't want to see you yawning in the Potions class tomorrow."

"Good night, Professor."

Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then turned and walked towards the Slytherin common room.

After he was completely gone, Snape quickly walked into the headmaster's office and reported to Dumbledore, who had been waiting for a long time: "As you expected, a fight broke out between Soth and that man."

"What was the result?"

Dumbledore asked without looking up as he wiped his glasses.

"It seems that Soth has gained a great advantage. But in order not to arouse his vigilance, I did not ask for details." Snape stated his inference with a serious face.

Because if Voldemort had the upper hand, the first one to return would have been Quirinus Quirrell.

"Is he not hurt?" Dumbledore asked in a slightly concerned tone.

Snape thought for a moment and immediately shook his head: "Probably not. You know, he is quite skilled in healing and recovery spells, and is also proficient in the preparation of many advanced potions. Even if he is injured, he can recover in a short time. Compared to this, I am more worried about Quirrell's current condition."

"Don't worry, he will come back alive. Because Tom knows many ways to escape death." Dumbledore said meaningfully.

"So Potter is going to continue to complete the trial you prepared for him?"

As he said this, Snape frowned subconsciously.

"That is Harry's fate. You know, he has no choice, and no way to escape it. All we can do is help him grow so that he can go further on this path."

Dumbledore sighed slightly, with a hint of pity for the "savior" in his tone.

Such a fate is simply too cruel for a child who lost his parents at a young age.

"I don't understand, why don't you let Soth help deal with that man? Judging from his performance tonight, even if that man successfully resurrects in a few years, it will be difficult to gain any advantage from him." Snape couldn't help but question again.

Dumbledore stared into the other's eyes for a full minute before answering in a deep voice, "Because Soth is uncontrollable. He is too smart and mature, and it is hard to guarantee whether he will change his attitude and position in a few years. Please do not question my judgment in this regard. I was young once, and I understand how easy it is for young people to go astray under emotional impulse."

"So, you helped Soth publish that book and introduced him to members of the Wizengamot, the International Confederation of Wizards, and the Order of Merlin, in order to guide him onto another path?"

At this moment, Snape finally realized the intention of the old man in front of him, who was hailed as the greatest wizard of the time.

"That's right. Soth's intelligence should not be wasted on such intrigues, but should be used to benefit the entire wizarding world. If he can devote himself to research and creation, then I think the wizarding world will soon usher in a period of rapid development. So we can't take risks, let alone bet on whether his involvement in such things will have a negative impact on his character."

Dumbledore gave his reasons earnestly.

"Well, I hope you're right."

As usual, Snape finally chose to compromise.

Although he tried all the time to save Harry Potter from his original tragic fate, he also knew that it was not an easy task.

Because the lightning-shaped Horcrux on his forehead determined that the latter would be closely entangled with Voldemort, and no one could easily separate them.

In this way, Zuo Si's first formal meeting with Voldemort did not cause much waves, and even most people were not aware of what had happened.

Early the next morning, Quirinus Quirrell appeared in the first-floor lobby to have breakfast wearing his iconic large scarf as if nothing had happened last night.

But Zuo Si, Dumbledore and Snape were all keenly aware that his body and even his soul had been cursed.

That's the symptom that only occurs when you suck unicorn blood.

Although it is not very obvious yet, for the three people who have profound attainments in the field of black magic, they can recognize it with a little careful observation.

Snape exchanged a quick look with Dumbledore.

As for Zuo Si, he didn't show any abnormality at all, as if he didn't see it, and continued to discuss the summer vacation with the Weasley twins and Hermione.

"Hey! Sos! You must come to our house during this holiday. Mom has always wanted to meet you." George made the invitation with a grin.

"The main reason is that she doesn't believe that we can earn so many gold galleons by being your assistants, and she even threatens to freeze the money if we can't come up with a convincing explanation. So you have to help us this time no matter what." Fred also echoed.

Obviously, the huge sum of money that these two people had secretly saved had been discovered by Molly.

Any responsible parent, if they suddenly find that their child has a huge sum of money, will want to find out where it comes from.

As a last resort, they could only ask Zuo Si for help.

Otherwise, all the “hard-earned money” will be confiscated.

Seeing the two brothers looking so pitiful, Zuo Si could only agree reluctantly: "Okay, I'll take some time to visit you before school starts."

"Hurray! I knew you would not stand by and watch someone die."

"We promise that we will serve you the best."

Seeing that their private money was finally saved, George and Fred immediately danced with joy.

Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance and complained, "The final exams will be here in a while, and you still have the time to think about this?"

"Relax, Granger. The final exam is not as scary as you think. And with your intelligence, it would be strange if you didn't get good grades, so there is no need to be so nervous. I guarantee that among the first-year students, no one except South will do better than you in the exam." Fred spread his hands nonchalantly.

"That's right. The one who should be worried about the exam is not a genius like you, but our stupid brother." At this point, George turned his eyes to Ron, who was reviewing his lessons with a gloomy face. "Little brother, if mom knew that you failed the final exam, then don't expect to have an easy summer vacation. She still expects you to set a good example for Ginny who will enter school next year."

"Damn it! Can't you see I'm studying hard?" Ron complained impatiently.

"Then just work hard. If there's anything you don't understand, you can always come and ask us. After all, we are still your brothers."

"But for every question you answer, you have to eat a Fat Tongue Toffee in public. How about that, isn't it fair? Hahahaha!"

With loud laughter, the twin brothers quickly disappeared side by side at the end of the castle corridors and stairs.

They never seem to get nervous, and never give up having fun just because of exams.

As soon as George and Fred left, Ron couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "These two bastards! They must want me to advertise those damn prank candies."

"Okay, don't be angry. I think George and Fred have no ill intentions, they just want to play a joke." Harry patted his friend's shoulder gently to comfort him.

"But they've made me lose all interest in studying." Ron scratched his hair angrily.

"How about we go to the hunting cabin and visit Hagrid to relax?" Harry suggested in a low voice.

"Let's go. I don't want to stay here for even a second anyway."

Ron accepted it decisively and immediately stood up, throwing all the books and notes aside.

It can be seen that a group of outstanding brothers and equally outstanding peers around him put him under considerable mental pressure.

Especially when his good friend Harry began to learn how to make spell scrolls, the boy developed a strong sense of crisis, fearing that he would be abandoned for being too mediocre and useless.

After a while, the two left the castle and headed for the hunting lodge on the edge of the forbidden forest.

Watching their receding figures, Hermione, who was reading a book, suddenly raised her head and said, "This morning, I saw Hagrid mysteriously looking for books on identifying dragon species and taming them in the library."

"Hagrid is very interested in big and ferocious creatures, and thinks they are very cute. So I wouldn't be surprised even if he secretly raised a dragon." Zuo Si responded casually.

Judging from the time, Hagrid should have gotten the Norwegian Ridgeback egg from Quirrell.

Right now, most of them are very interested in hatching it.

To be honest, he really couldn't understand how this half-giant thought he could raise a dangerous and uncontrollable fire dragon in a very sensitive place like Hogwarts without being discovered.

Neither the parents of those students nor Dumbledore himself would ever allow it.

Zuo Si responded with a smile: "How many wizards do you think really take all the laws issued by the Ministry of Magic seriously? And the Ministry of Magic does not have enough manpower to monitor everyone to see if they have violated the law. Normally, it's no big deal as long as you are not discovered. Of course, raising a dragon in Hogwarts is indeed a little outrageous. At least I don't think Hagrid can hide a dragon when it grows big enough."

"No! I have to go and confirm it myself."

Hermione's nosy habit was evident again, as she immediately closed the book and hurried out of the castle.

About an hour later, when she came back from the hunting lodge, her face was full of shock, and she quickly said in a hurried and unbelievable tone: "You guessed it right. Hagrid...he really secretly raised a dragon!"

"Relax, don't panic. Even if you are caught secretly raising a dragon, you will usually only be fined and imprisoned in Azkaban for a few months as a punishment. It is not a particularly serious crime." Zuo Si very considerately poured a cup of hot water for the girl and handed it to her.

Anyway, he felt that it was not unfair for Hagrid to be sent to Azkaban twice.

Whether it is keeping an extremely dangerous pet like an eight-eyed spider during school days, or allowing a group of immature junior students to come into contact with a somewhat aggressive hippogriff, there are very great risks involved.

If you are not careful, there is a 100% chance that someone will be killed.

The most important thing is that this guy is a habitual offender who never changes his ways. Later, he bred the dangerous magical creature "Exploding-tailed Skrewt", which seriously violated the law "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments", but he did not receive any punishment.

Therefore, Zuo Si has always been quite dissatisfied with the messy rules and laws in the magical world.

Because the consequences of not enforcing legislation are more serious than having no legislation at all.

This directly leads to many wizards having very weak legal concepts and awareness, and adhering to the code of conduct that it is not illegal as long as they are not caught.

"We have to find a way to help him."

When the girl heard that she was going to be put in prison, she immediately trembled with fear.

"How can I help? That's a dragon, and Hagrid took the initiative to raise it. He wasn't forced by anyone. As an adult, I think he should be very clear about what he is doing and be ready to take responsibility for all his actions."

While he was talking, Zuo Si finished preparing a magic potion and recorded the entire process, dosage of raw materials used, and processing technology.

Needless to say, he is trying to standardize the various potions in this world.

Just like those magic potions in Faerun, except that the maker's spellcasting level may affect the quality of the potion, everything else is basically the same.

After all, quantification and standardization are the prerequisites for large-scale popularization.

Hermione obviously noticed the scales on the table with scales and used for weighing, and immediately asked in a very curious tone: "What are you doing?"

Zuo Si answered without even looking up: "Nothing. I am just trying to quantify the potions recorded in the textbooks in a more detailed manner, and to reduce the difficulty and probability of failure in mixing them."

"Quantitative?"

The Muggle-born girl's eyes lit up slightly when she heard the word.

“Yes, quantification.”

Zuo Si nodded slightly and explained, "I believe you must have discovered that many descriptions in the potion textbooks are very vague, leaving it entirely up to the wizards to play with. In simple terms, it's all based on feeling.

Some wizards are born with a special sensitivity to magic, just like our Potions Professor Snape, so the success rate and quality of his preparation of complex potions are often higher.

But if it were someone like Neville who was not very sensitive to magic, the failure rate and danger would increase sharply.

So I was thinking, could we refer to the chemical industry in the Muggle world and establish a standard for all potions, from materials to processes?

For example, the use of materials must be accurate to grams, the time must be accurate to seconds, and the temperature must be accurate to less than one degree Celsius.

In this way, even if the deployment cannot be guaranteed to be 100% successful, at least the chance of explosion or other dangerous accidents can be reduced.

How about it, are you interested in joining in?"

There is no doubt that Hermione had no resistance to such an invitation, and nodded excitedly: "Of course, I'm happy to. In fact, I'm also very interested in chemistry. These weighing scales, test tubes with scales, and beakers, you should have bought them from some specialized stores, right?"

"Yes. These are tools used in chemistry labs. Come, let me teach you how to use them."

As he spoke, Zuo Si began to teach the girl step by step how to use these highly sophisticated instruments.

Although brass scales and the like are used to weigh ingredients in Hogwarts Potions classes.

But in terms of precision, the things made by wizards often have huge errors and cannot be compared with those sophisticated instruments made by high-tech means.

In fact, even the related alchemical equipment in the Mage Tower of Feren has been completely replaced.

Zuo Si even spent a high price to find a special factory to customize some precision parts, intending to take them back to assemble and enchant them himself to manufacture the "Quarish" magic machine.

After all, technology has its advantages, and magic has its advantages.

Taking advantage of their strengths and making up for their weaknesses, integrating the two together is what a planeswalker should do.

By diverting attention, Zuo Si successfully made Hermione forget that Hagrid was secretly raising a dragon.

It wasn't until Harry and Ron were caught sneaking out of the castle in the middle of the night to help Hagrid send the grown-up dragon away that she realized what she had overlooked.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"You two idiots! Why didn't you consult me before doing this? If I were here, I could at least cast an illusion spell on you." The girl asked angrily.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this kind of accident to happen." Harry was obviously a little dejected.

Because of this extraordinary behavior, Gryffindor House lost a large number of points, so that he went from being the popular "savior" to being the object of disgust.

Many students even discussed privately that if Gryffindor House could not win the house cup this year, he and Ron were the culprits.

The feeling of making a mistake that implicated others and even the entire school made Harry feel what it meant to regret for the first time.

So when he heard someone blaming him, he was so guilty that he didn't even think of refutation.

In contrast, Ron's reaction was much more intense. He raised his head, stared with his eyes wide open, and growled, "Yes! We are stupid! Smart people like you should go find Soth. You are the same kind of people."

Hearing these highly offensive words, Hermione froze in place, as if she couldn't believe that she had good intentions in wanting to help, but the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but was angry with her instead.

Finally, she felt so aggrieved that her eyes started to turn red immediately, and she turned around and ran out.

When Harry saw this, he immediately held his forehead and said to Ron beside him: "You went a little too far just now. Hermione was so angry because she cared about us."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel very angry recently. Especially Granger's domineering look makes people feel very uncomfortable."

Ron also realized his slip of the tongue and a look of regret appeared on his face.

But he didn't muster up the courage to chase after her and apologize.

About half an hour later, Hermione, who had been crying in the bathroom for a while, finally walked into the room on the third floor specially assigned to Zuo Si for experiments with red eyes.

"what happened?"

Zuo Si undoubtedly noticed the girl's depressed mood.

"Nothing, just a little disagreement with Harry and Ron." Hermione explained with a forced smile.

"Is it because of Ron? Did he say something hurtful again?"

Zuo Si touched his chin and immediately guessed the truth.

Through spending time with Harry during this semester, he discovered that Harry was actually very smart and had high emotional intelligence.

Perhaps because he had been living under the care of others since he was a child, the Savior behaved very reasonably and politely most of the time.

So generally speaking, if there is a conflict between the three of them, it is most likely caused by Ron, who has low IQ and EQ.

"You...how did you know?" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

Zuo Si smiled and replied, "It's very simple. Because Harry is not the kind of person who would take his anger out on others, but Ron is just the opposite. But don't take it too seriously, he doesn't have any bad intentions, he just has too low self-esteem and often feels jealous."

"Inferiority complex? Why would Ron have an inferiority complex?" the girl asked in confusion.

"Imagine if you have several older brothers who are excellent in academic performance and can serve as role models, and your parents always ask you to follow your brothers' example, would you feel a lot of pressure? And if you can never use new things and can only use the old things left by your brothers, would you feel very inferior?" Zuo Si casually proposed the hypothesis.

Hermione lowered her head and thought for a moment, then she suddenly realized something: "Ah! I see! Ron got angry at me because he was jealous of us."

"We?" Zuo Si keenly grasped a key word.

"Yes! It's you and me. Ron has expressed his jealousy towards you more than once, but I didn't notice it before. Oh my God! I can't believe he is such a person." Hermione exclaimed as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Zuo Si half-jokingly counseled: "Jealousy is human nature, it's no big deal. If you want to be a good wizard, you have to learn to get used to the jealousy and slander from others. After all, you are not a gold galleon that can make everyone like you."

Hearing this, the girl burst into laughter, then blushed slightly and said, "Thank you. I can't imagine how difficult my life would be if I hadn't met you at Hogwarts."

"No, you are wrong. Even if you hadn't met me, you could still make a name for yourself in the wizarding world with your own intelligence. Now, let's shift our attention to the quantitative potion-making process. You know, there are only a few days left until the end of this semester."

After saying that, Zuo Si waved his wand and lit the fire under the cauldron where the potion was brewing.

After the Weasley twins arrived, the four of them began to work busily.

In just a few days, they tried all the relatively simple and time-saving potions one by one.

With the help of various high-precision instruments, Hermione, George and Fred were all surprised to find that this so-called "scientific" method could really improve the quality and success rate of potions to a certain extent.

Later, Snape, the master of Potions, also gave Zuo Si some professional advice in private out of interest, and even asked the latter to help order some equipment from the Muggle world's chemical laboratories.

As a half-blood wizard, he always advocated pragmatism above all else. He would not be like those pure-blood families who insisted on using everything produced by the wizarding world no matter what.

Before I knew it, a semester had passed.

With the end of the final exams, most of the little wizards have entered a "herding sheep" state. Idle students can be seen wandering, exploring, and playing everywhere in the school.

As for Zuo Si, he had just received a "big gift package" delivered by Lucius Malfoy himself, which contained thirty dragon eggs of different kinds.

"To get so many dragon eggs, you must have taken a big risk, right?" Zuo Si asked, reaching out his hand and stroking the eggs with uneven surfaces with interest.

"Of course. You know, smuggling dragon eggs has always been a serious crime, not to mention collecting different types of dragon eggs all over the world. Fortunately, the Malfoy family's investments and businesses have spread throughout Europe over the years, and they have certain connections with many prestigious ancient families. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to do this."

Lucius raised his chin slightly with a hint of pride.

In his opinion, he had successfully demonstrated his family's strength and value by accomplishing this matter.

"Well done." Zuo Si nodded with satisfaction.

Obviously, the reason he wanted these fire dragon eggs was to take them back to Faerun to try some cross-species hybridization experiments.

Especially by crossbreeding with the dragons native to Faerun, trying to cultivate a powerful magical creature that not only has a certain degree of intelligence, but can also obey orders to be tamed and controlled.

Although in the eyes of many people, the fire dragons in this world are very low-level and violent, just like wild beasts.

Wizards even use large-scale artificial breeding to obtain blood, leather, horns, hearts, livers, meat, etc. from dragons. Even dragon dung is an excellent fertilizer for cultivating magical plants.

But Zuo Si discovered an overlooked advantage, which is that the fire dragons in this world grow very fast.

Compared to the one or two hundred years it takes for a Faerun dragon to reach adulthood, they only need a few years to become daunting behemoths.

Moreover, not having a high enough IQ is not a disadvantage but an advantage to some extent, which means that it can be tamed and become an excellent mount.

Lucius had undoubtedly no idea what Zuo Si wanted these dragon eggs for, so he carefully reminded him, "Although you have obtained the approval of the Ministry of Magic and can raise some magical creatures away from Muggles, raising so many dragons at once will definitely cause big problems. I think it is best to open a dragon farm, so that you can avoid those troublesome legal provisions."

"Don't worry, these dragon eggs are only used for some experiments, not to hatch them all and keep them. Oh, by the way, I just met your former master not long ago, and he is currently possessed by Quirinus Quirrell."

While saying this, Zuo Si raised his head and stared into the other person's eyes, observing the reaction of this master of jumping left and right.

Just as he expected, Lucius's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly after hearing the news. He subconsciously clenched his cane and whispered tentatively: "Is he really still alive?"

"Well - strictly speaking, he is now in a half-dead state, a bit like a remnant soul, but not completely dead. The reason why he took a huge risk to come to Hogwarts is to seize the Philosopher's Stone so that he can return from death. How about I take you to meet him?" Zuo Si suggested with a smile.

"Forget it." Beads of sweat instantly appeared on Lucius' forehead.

He was not sure whether Voldemort would directly raise his hand and shoot out a green light symbolizing death when he, a "traitor", appeared before him.

"Are you scared? That person is so weak that he needs to attach himself to someone else to stay alive, so there's no need to be so nervous. Besides, we're just watching from a distance."

After saying that, Zuo Si took out a crystal ball and activated the magic on it.

In the blink of an eye, Harry Potter appeared in the crystal ball.

At this moment, he was standing in front of a huge mirror and confronting Voldemort himself.

When Lucius saw the blurry and familiar face on the back of Quirrell's head, his heart began to beat wildly.

You know, when he betrayed other Death Eaters in exchange for his own exoneration, he thought Voldemort was completely finished.

Especially after the name of the boy who survived a catastrophe, Harry Potter, became famous in the British wizarding world, the Malfoy family began a rapid transformation in order to completely cut off ties with their dark past.

But now, having witnessed with his own eyes that Voldemort was actually able to escape death, Lucius was filled with an indescribable fear.

He understood that with the other party's cold, cruel and moody character, he would never let him and his family go easily.

But soon, something happened that overturned Lucius's cognition.

When Harry's hands touched Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, the latter's body suddenly began to petrify inexplicably, and then decomposed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a pile of plaster dust-like substance.

Such a strange and terrifying scene made him shudder and ask in a low voice: "What's going on? Why did Quirrell's body collapse after being touched by Potter? Given his age and upbringing, it is impossible for him to perform such advanced magic. Is this a backup plan left by Dumbledore?"

"No, that was not Dumbledore's work. It was the last gift left to Harry by his dead mother. It's incredible, isn't it? A Muggle witch who is looked down upon and despised by you pure-blood families can actually cast a powerful protective spell that can rebound and kill the Dark Lord." Zuo Si said meaningfully.

"So...it wasn't Harry Potter who actually defeated the Dark Lord, but his mother Lily?"

The image of the woman with long red hair and emerald green eyes instantly appeared in Lucius' mind.

He vaguely remembered that the magical talent displayed by the other party in those days even made many of his Slytherin peers jealous.

Especially his talent in potions, which can even be compared with the current potion master - Severus Snape.

"That's right. Lily is the one who defeated the Dark Lord, and she is also the true savior of the entire British wizarding world. Well, let's end our conversation here today. If nothing unexpected happens, Headmaster Dumbledore should come out to clean up the mess..."

(End of this chapter)