"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!"

“放松点，别那么慌乱。偷偷养龙就算被发现，通常也只会被罚款并且关进阿兹卡班几个月以示惩戒，并不算是特别严重的罪行。”左思十分贴心的给女孩倒了一杯热水递过去。

反正他觉得海格先后两次被送进阿兹卡班一点都不冤枉。

无论是在学生时代养八眼蜘蛛这种极度危险的宠物，还是让一群心智不成熟的低年级学生接触具有一定攻击性的鹰头马身有翼兽，都蕴含着非常大的风险。

一个搞不好百分之百要闹出人命。

最重要的是这家伙是个屡教不改的惯犯，后来还培育出了“炸尾螺”这种危险的魔法生物，严重违反了《禁止动物培育实验》的法令，但却没有受到任何惩罚。

所以左思一直都对魔法界那些乱七八糟的规矩和法律相当不以为然。

因为立法后不执行，比没有立法造成的后果更加恶劣。

这直接导致了许多巫师法律观念和意识都非常淡薄，并且奉行只要不被抓到就不算违法的行为准则。

“我们得想个办法帮帮他。”

一听到要被关进监狱，女孩立刻吓的打了个哆嗦。

“怎么帮？那可是一条龙，还是海格主动去养的，不是别人强迫。身为一个成年人，我认为他应该非常清楚自己在做什么，并且准备好为这一切行为负责。”

说话的功夫，左思完成了一副魔药的调配，并且把自己制作的过程、使用原料的剂量、处理工艺完整的记录下来。

不用问也知道，他正在尝试把这个世界的各种魔药进标准化处理。

就像费伦的那些魔法药剂一样，除了制作者的施法等级可能会影响到药剂的品质，其余基本都是一个样子。

毕竟量化和标准化才是大规模普及的前提。

赫敏显然注意到了桌子上那些带有刻度跟专门用来称重的天平，立刻用十分好奇语气问：“你在做什么？”

左思头也不抬的回答道：“没什么。我只是在试着把课本上记载的魔药进行更细致的量化处理，尽量降低其调配的难度和失败几率。”

“量化？”

麻瓜出身的女孩听到这个词两眼顿时微微放光。

“没错，量化。”

左思微微点了下头解释道：“相信你应该已经发现了，魔药教材上有很多地方的描述都十分模糊，完全任由巫师们自由发挥，简单来说就是凭感觉。

有的巫师天生对于魔力格外敏感，就如同我们的魔药课教授斯内普，所以他调配复杂魔药的成功率和品质往往也就越高。

但如果换成像纳威那样对魔力不十分敏感的人，失败率和危险性就会直线提高。

所以我在想，是不是可以参考麻瓜世界的化工行业，对所有魔药从材料到过程制定一个标准。

比如说材料的使用要精准到克，时间要精准到秒，温度要精准到一摄氏度以下。

如此一来，就算不能保证百分之百调配成功，至少也能减少发生爆炸或是其他危险事故的几率。

怎么样，有没有兴趣加入进来吗？”

毫无疑问，对于这样的邀请赫敏压根没有半点抵抗力，赶忙兴奋不已的点了下头：“当然，非常乐意。其实我对化学也非常感兴趣。这些称量用的天平、带有刻度的试管、烧杯，应该都是你从一些专门的商店里特地买来的吧？”

“是的。这些东西都是化学实验室专用的工具。来吧，让我教你如何使用它们。”

说着，左思开始手把手教女孩使用这些高度精密的仪器。

尽管在霍格沃茨的魔药课上也会用到黄铜天平之类的东西来称量材料的重量。

可在精准方面，巫师们制造的东西往往误差极大，压根无法与高科技手段制造出来的那些精密的仪器相媲美。

事实上就连费伦法师塔内的相关炼金设备也都被全部替换掉了。

左思甚至还专门花高价找专门的工厂定做了一些精密零件，打算拿回来自己组装、附魔，用于制造“夸力许”魔法机械。

毕竟科技有科技的优势，魔法有魔法的优势。

取长补短将两者融合到一起，才是一名旅法师该做的事情。

通过转移注意力的方式，左思成功让赫敏忘掉海格在偷偷养龙这件事情。

直到哈利和罗恩因为大半夜不睡觉溜出城堡帮海格将长大的幼龙送走被抓了现行，她这才意识到自己忽略了什么。

只可惜，为时已晚。

“你们两个蠢货！干这种事情的时候为什么不找我商量一下？如果有我在，至少能给你们加持幻身咒。”女孩怒气冲冲的质问。

“抱歉，我也没想到会出这种意外。”哈利明显有些垂头丧气。

因为这一次出格的行为，直接给格兰芬多学院扣掉了大量的分数，以至于他直接从原本受欢迎的“救世主”变成了被嫌弃的对象。

很多学生甚至私下里议论，今年格兰芬多学院拿不到学院杯，那他和罗恩就是罪魁祸首。

这种犯错后连累别人乃至拖累整个学院的感觉，让哈利第一次感觉到了什么叫追悔莫及。

所以当听到有人责怪自己的时候，内疚不已的他根本提不起半点反驳的念头。

相比之下，罗恩的反应则要激烈许多，抬起头瞪着两只眼睛低吼：“对！我们就是愚蠢！像你这样的聪明人还是去找索斯吧，你们才是一类人。”

听到这番攻击性极强的话，赫敏整个人顿时愣在原地，似乎不敢相信自己好心想要帮忙，结果对方非但不领情，反而还生自己的气。

最终感到十分委屈的她眼圈立刻开始泛红，紧跟着掉头就跑了出去。

哈利看到这一幕，立刻扶着额头对身边的罗恩说道：“你刚才有点太过分了。赫敏是因为关心我们才会那么生气。”

“对不起，我也不知道自己这是怎么了，总感觉最近火气很大。尤其是格兰杰那副盛气凌人的样子，让人感觉很不舒服。”

罗恩也意识到自己刚才的失言，脸上露出后悔的神情。

可他终究没有鼓起勇气追上去道歉。

大概半个小时左右，躲在厕所里哭了一会儿的赫敏终于红着眼睛，走进了三楼专门分配给左思做实验的房间。

“发生了什么？”

左思无疑注意到了女孩沮丧的情绪。

“没什么，只是跟哈利和罗恩闹了点小别扭。”赫敏强作欢颜的解释道。

“是因为罗恩？他该不会是又说了什么伤人的话吧？”

左思摸着下巴立刻便猜中了真相。

通过这个学期的相处，他发现哈利其实很聪明，情商也很高。

可能是由于从小寄人篱下的关系，救世主在大多数时候表现得都非常通情达理，而且非常有礼貌。

所以一般来说，如果三人之间闹矛盾，那八成是智商、情商双低的罗恩搞出来的。

“你……你怎么知道的？”赫敏吃惊的瞪大眼睛。

左思笑着回应道：“很简单。因为哈利不是那种会迁怒于别人的人，但罗恩却刚好相反。不过别太在意，他其实并没有什么坏心思，仅仅只是过于自卑而导致经常会产生嫉妒心理。”

“自卑？罗恩为什么会自卑？”女孩不明所以的追问道。

“试想一下，如果你有好几个学习成绩优秀且可以作为榜样的哥哥，父母总是要求你以哥哥们为榜样，你会不会感觉压力很大？而且永远用不上新的东西，只能用哥哥们剩下的旧物品，你会不会感到很自卑？”左思漫不经心的提出了假设。

赫敏低着头思索片刻，很快露出恍然大悟的表情：“啊！我明白了！罗恩之所以会冲我发脾气，是因为他嫉妒我们。”

“我们？”左思敏锐的抓住了一个关键词。

“对！是你和我。罗恩曾经不止一次表现出对于你的嫉妒，只不过我以前没有注意到而已。天呐！真不敢相信，他居然是这种人。”赫敏如梦初醒般的发出了惊呼。

左思用半开玩笑的语气开导道：“嫉妒是人之常情，没什么大不了的。想要成为一个优秀的巫师，你就要学会习惯来自别人的嫉妒跟诋毁。毕竟你不是金加隆，可以让所有人都喜欢。”

听到这句话，女孩顿时破涕为笑，随后脸色微微泛红的说道：“谢谢你。我真不敢想象，如果在霍格沃茨没有遇到你，现在会过的有多么艰难。”

“不，你错了。就算没有遇到我，你也可以凭借自己的聪明才智，在魔法界闯出一片属于自己的天空。现在，还是让我们把注意转移到量化魔药制作过程中来吧。要知道距离这个学期结束已经没有几天时间了。”

说罢，左思挥舞魔杖在熬制魔药的大锅下面点燃了火焰。

等韦斯莱家双胞胎赶到后，四人便开始紧锣密鼓的忙碌起来。

短短几天的功夫，他们就把那些相对比较简单、耗时短的魔药挨个尝试了一遍。

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 undoubtedly had 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)