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"Fluorine Potion".

Tan Wenjie looked at the small bottle on his table. There weren't many masters who could refine this kind of potion, and the materials weren't cheap, so the price remained high.

Because the systems are different, even with experience in alchemy, the little zombie is not qualified for this job.

As for Tan Wenjie himself, he does not intend to do any of the mentally and physically demanding work involved.

Whether it's alchemy or weapon crafting, he prefers to gather talented individuals rather than cultivate himself into a skilled person.

Therefore, it is imperative to cultivate a group of potion masters of our own.

"Let's give it a try, and see if something good happens."

He opened the bottle, tilted his head back gently, and poured the medicine into his mouth, feeling a very noticeable difference.

because……

Your luck +3, lasting 10 minutes.

He will acquire the Fuling Elixir no matter what, as it will greatly increase his chances of success in future breakthroughs, alchemy, and even the cultivation of spiritual fruits.

In the end, all cultivation follows the Way of Heaven. A person's success is largely determined by the will of Heaven, and ordinary people can only play a very small role.

Tan Wenjie left the office to seek his own good fortune, and the +3 luck filled him with anticipation for what he would gain next.

Before he knew it, he had reached the perimeter of the Quidditch pitch. Some students stared at him curiously, while others clearly recognized Tan Wenjie and looked at him with awe.

The parents or relatives of these students must be employees of Tan Wenjie's company.

"what--!!"

A scream pierced the sky.

A figure burst out from the Quidditch pitch, arcing through the air in an S-shape before crashing into Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

Tan Wenjie narrowed his eyes and instantly understood the reason.

One of the students' flying brooms went out of control, swinging wildly like a runaway horse. The young wizard could only hold on tightly with both hands to prevent himself from being thrown off.

The three little ones happened to be watching the commotion nearby. They had already heard Ron boast about how good his Quidditch skills were, especially when he defeated a Canada Hornet on his broomstick for the third time, but Hermione quickly refuted him, saying it should be called a Hungarian Hornet.

But unexpectedly, he encountered a dangerous scene. Ron's face turned pale, and he stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! What should we do now?"

"Wait, let's go find the professor right away."

The scene was a complete mess.

Then a figure rushed out quickly, and all they saw was him waving his wand lightly and saying, "Broom, come!"

A swift and efficient flying spell.

"Whoosh!" The sound of the broom rushing by was like a bellows being pulled out of its blast.

With a light leap, his leather shoes stepping on the broom handle, he soared into the air against the wind and, amidst the gasps and exclamations of the young wizards at Hogwarts, caught the little wizard whose broom had gone out of control.

"Got you."

Tan Wenjie glanced at the other person's pants, thankfully he hadn't been given a big surprise.

The other Quidditch players who were training with brooms landed and gathered around.

"Thank you so much, you..."

“I am Professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts,” Tan Wenjie introduced himself. “Take your friend to the infirmary; he’s probably too frightened.”

But as they were leaving, one of the Asian girls stopped and said, “Professor, your skills are amazing, especially flying in the sky on a broomstick. I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”

Tan Wenjie simply doesn't like riding a broom, but considering that the image of riding on a fire wheel or an eight-headed dragon soaring into the sky would be too exaggerated, he chose to keep a low profile.

Flying on a broomstick might be too high-profile, but luckily he's used to it.

Tam Man Kit did not mince words: "I'm just better at flying."

"Flying?" Her eyes lit up slightly. "May I ask you about it?"

"consult?"

"Yes, sorry I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Cho Zhang, Ravenclaw's Seeker."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

This development is a bit off.

Should I then tutor Zhang Qiu using the excuse that "you have to do this to improve your grades," and then proceed with this step first, then that step, and finally that step?

“Of course.” Tan Wenjie nodded. “You can come see me in my spare time, Miss Zhang.”

"Thank you, Professor."

Zhang Qiu walked away excitedly, but after running and jumping a couple of steps, she realized that her classmate had been too frightened. She immediately pressed down her hair, which was flying up with her jumps, and walked out in a ladylike manner.

The excitement in his eyes didn't disappear immediately.

"Professor, Professor!" Harry Potter excitedly approached to greet him, "Long time no see."

It was quite amusing to see him puff out his chest slightly, looking as if he wanted to announce to everyone around him that he and Tan Wenjie had known each other for a long time.

“Harry, it’s been a long time.” Tan Wenjie nodded gently.

“These are my friends, Hermione, and Ron.”

Tan Wenjie smiled and nodded at the two of them.

The appearance of the movie characters is good news.

Hermione was quite cute as a child, and she was also adorable as a teenager. But as she grew up, well, let's not talk about that. He unilaterally declared that the actress and the role must be separated.

"You've been studying at Hogwarts for a while now, how are you feeling?"

“Excellent!” Hermione exclaimed, raising her chin.

She felt that the professor in front of her was not only young and handsome, but also very pleasing to the eye, and the questions he asked were exactly what she was best at.

Harry and Ron, on the other hand, seemed hesitant and uneasy.

"If you have any questions about your studies, you can come to me. For example, you can come to my office for tutoring after class every day."

"Is that okay?" Hermione's eyes lit up.

“Of course.” Tan Wenjie looked at Harry and Ron, but the two seemed to see a demonic shadow appear behind them.

They shook their heads repeatedly, saying that school life was wonderful, but studying had to be excluded.

After a few brief pleasantries, Harry and Ron, unable to withstand the pressure from the professor, took their leave first, and Hermione could only reluctantly follow suit.

With a few minutes left, Tan Wenjie continued to wander around Hogwarts.

During this time, he found a Silver Sike, a bag of Chocolate Frogs, and after helping a house-pom remove a chef's hat hanging from a treetop, he received a promise of permanent midnight snack service from the other party.

These were just some pleasantly surprising little bargains, but there were also plenty of unpleasant things to do. For example, the clumsy Gryffindor lion cubs and the haughty Slytherin snakes were fighting again, Hagrid seemed to be secretly up to something, and a Thestral broke free of its reins.

Back in his office, Tan Wenjie thought to himself that the Fuling potion must have been a waste of his time.

A knocking sound rang out at that moment.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and a familiar figure entered.

“Professor McGonagall?” He looked at the Gryffindor headmaster, who was known as the elderly Hermione.

The other person was breathing heavily, but still retained the elegance of an elderly catgirl.

"Dumbledore wants you to come to his office, Professor Tan."

Professor McGonagall looked very serious and scanned Tan Wenjie up and down, as if trying to find something unusual about him.

"Now?"

"Yes, now." Tan Wenjie glanced at his countdown timer; there were still one or two minutes left.

That must be it.

At this moment, he gained a deeper understanding of luck, destiny, or the way of heaven. When luck comes, even if you are lying in your room, good things will come to you on their own.

Conversely, if the time is not right and luck is lacking, then making any effort to search will only be a waste of time and effort.

The greatest arrangements are made by God; when something is about to happen, you will be pushed forward.

The two arrived at the principal's office.

Tan Wenjie frowned slightly after opening the door, because he noticed that Dumbledore was in very poor condition.

Dumbledore stated bluntly, "Tom has chosen to create Horcruxes, and to destroy him, we must find all of them."

As someone who had directly confronted Voldemort and destroyed a portion of his soul, Dumbledore naturally trusted Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie said, "It seems you've found one."

It seems there were some minor setbacks.

“Yes,” Dumbledore nodded.

He took out a ring with his left hand and gently placed it on the table, but Tan Wenjie's gaze lingered on Dumbledore's right hand for a while.

His right hand was covered by a large white wizard's robe.

Rings belonging to the Mavolo Gaunt family.

The evil aura of the soul was clearly audible, and a part of Voldemort still existed within it. For Tan Wenjie, this was a fairly good essence of soul.

“He set up some defenses,” Dumbledore said. “There were some minor problems along the way.”

Noticing Tan Wenjie's gaze, he revealed his right hand.

Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, instinctively covered her mouth to avoid making a gasp.

"Albus, you..."

“It was just a minor mishap, Minerva,” Dumbledore reassured her. “That’s why I needed Jay’s help.”

“Seven,” Tan Wenjie said. “There are seven Horcruxes.”

Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly behind his glasses.

"How did you..."

"Because a school year at Hogwarts lasts seven years."

This is not speculation, because Harry Potter, as the absolute protagonist, will stay here for seven years, so Voldemort needs to make up the time to fulfill the seven-year adventure.

The world revolves around the protagonist, which is the norm.

"That's interesting." Dumbledore took it as a joke to lighten the serious atmosphere, but he didn't doubt that Voldemort possessed seven Horcruxes.

Years of experience made him realize that a huge change had taken place in the former Hogwarts graduate before him.

“You know, this isn’t just speculation.” Tan Wenjie wasn’t bothered by trivial matters; he only regretted that Voldemort hadn’t split his soul more often.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, indicating that he believed her.

"What do you want me to do by calling me here?" Tan Wenjie asked directly. "Professor Dumbledore."

"I would like you to temporarily serve as the headmaster of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore is in a bad situation. He not only needs to heal his wounds, but also needs to search for the Horcruxes and destroy them. Time is of the essence and the task is heavy.

Because of this curse, Dumbledore could clearly feel his strength declining rapidly, and if Voldemort seized the opportunity, the decline would be even faster.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He already had a guess in his heart that it must have been the increased luck from the Felix Felicis that helped him get this position. Dumbledore would keep screening people who could help him temporarily take charge of Hogwarts. Even if he met all the requirements, Tan Wenjie was still not the first choice because he had just arrived at the school.

But luck will make Dumbledore think more, and all the things he thinks about are related to Tan Wenjie.

Professor McGonagall, who was standing nearby, was about to speak when Dumbledore continued, "Fudge is very supportive of you, or rather, you are very supportive of Fudge. He is a man with a strong desire for power."

Some things are out in the open.

Now, besides Dumbledore, only Tan Wenjie is suitable to be the headmaster of Hogwarts, and one of the students' parents or relatives must work for Tan Wenjie's business to make a living.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Tan Wenjie really wanted to become Minister of Magic, he would be the one sitting in that position now.

He thought to himself, "Just as I thought. This is probably how the 'protagonist' is treated."

Tan Wenjie did not refuse, saying, "Without you, those little wizards would not listen to my discipline. They might even think that I used evil means to oust the greatest wizard of this century."

“With the professors’ help, I hope you can protect the children well during my temporary absence.”

He did not explain in detail because some misunderstandings were unavoidable.

Dumbledore is closely tied to Hogwarts, and anyone who tries to take his place will inevitably go through these so-called "trials".

“It’s not just about protecting the children,” Tan Wenjie said. “I will also improve their grades.”

That mall discount card was already his.

With his current assets, he can't afford good things like the golden headband.

"Education should be fun, and children need to grow up happily." Dumbledore said with a sigh. He believed that Tan Wenjie could definitely protect the children well, and he could also sense that the children probably wouldn't be very happy during this period.

“Let’s deal with the Horcruxes first.” Tan Wenjie didn’t respond.

In any country on Earth, edutainment and laissez-faire education are only good for fooling the lower classes. If you really want to cultivate outstanding talents, you can only do elite education.

Private tutoring is not unique to any one country. After completing compulsory education, one will find that learning any knowledge requires payment, and the prices are high.

Dumbledore sighed, knowing the children might be in for a treat, but could only follow Tan Wenjie's lead and ask, "What's your plan?"

"Sufficiently powerful destructive force."

Tan Wenjie conjured a hammer out of thin air: "Mjolnir, ever heard of him?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "The legendary hammer of Thor, it looks really... different."

Tan Wenjie gripped Thor's hammer and tapped the ring on the table lightly, easily splitting it in two as if cracking a walnut.

[Soul Essence *1]

Another source of income has arrived.

Dumbledore was stunned. He mistakenly thought it was some kind of strange alchemical weapon, just named after a divine artifact. Before Tan Wenjie gently tapped the ring with the hammer, he had already thought of finding a way, but all his attempts ended in failure.

But just now, with just a light tap, the Soul Weapon shattered instantly.

It wasn't the weapon's power that was overwhelming, but rather the magical energy imbued within it that completely crushed Voldemort's evil magic, destroying it from a higher level.

“I’ve heard stories about this hammer, but it…” Dumbledore struggled to find the right words to describe it.

"Thor's hammer, the hammer of the Norse god of war." Tan Wenjie nodded. "Only a righteous and kind person can wield it."

He gently placed the hammer on the table, indicating that the two could try lifting it if they were interested.

Thor's power is within reach; take the hammer and you will possess it.

It's not that Tan Wenjie has a big heart, but that he has double insurance: the Jade Emperor's divine word is above, and he is the sole master of the hammer.

After exchanging a glance, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall neither reached out to grab it. It's better not to test things too easily, otherwise the result will definitely be disappointing.

Moreover, as professors, they have long since passed the age of intensely craving power.

Upon seeing the hammer, Dumbledore was reminded of something else.

Tan Wenjie could easily resolve the Voldemort crisis with his power, and perhaps the Elder Wand in his hand could also find a new master. Just as this thought came to him, a jumble of emotions surged into his mind, interrupting his thoughts.

At the same time, Tan Wenjie discovered that the buff effect of his Felixir had ended. (End of Chapter)