Magical Studies at Hogwarts...

Chapter 124 A Strange Feeling

The difficulty of preparing Felicidide is arguably at the highest level. The intricate steps cannot tolerate any mistakes and require a great deal of energy and self-control.

To be honest, Ike wasn't very confident in achieving this goal. Even for potion masters, mastering a high-difficulty potion requires a learning curve.

From this perspective, everyone starts on the same footing. Whether one can reach the finish line depends on talent and a large amount of Galon.

Seeing nearly a third of his enormous sum of over a thousand yuan disappear in the blink of an eye, Ike was heartbroken. It was at this moment that the Time Converter came into play.

It is known that Ike can brew two crucibles of potion simultaneously, each requiring 20 hours. Using a time converter, a maximum of five Ike can exist at the same time.

Q: How many potions will Ike get after 90 days?

liver.

Working yourself to the bone.

He used the time converter even more frequently than last semester, and even though there was an "Ike" resting and sleeping almost every moment, he still felt very tired.

This kind of mental exhaustion cannot be compensated for by intermittent rest.

Moreover, the prolonged occupation of the Requirement Room has also caused a minor but significant problem.

"Ike Streid!"

In the Hogwarts kitchens on a late March evening, Ike was caught red-handed by an angry Hermione while he was frantically eating. Hermione was holding Crookshanks in her arms, and it was obvious that Crookshanks had lost a lot of weight.

Brewing potions requires complete concentration, and for nearly a month, Ike had been so focused on potions that he naturally neglected Crook Mountain.

They weren't starving, but their food ran out every few days, and they no longer had the enjoyable cat-petting program. The clever Crookshanks naturally couldn't stand it.

After its protests were repeatedly ignored, it had no choice but to resort to the last resort—

Tell on me!

Running over there like that would definitely not be effective, since Crookshan was very plump due to the careful feeding he had received in the previous months, which was quite a case of "the orange is the most important thing".

It was so determined that it persisted in running non-stop for three days without eating, so when Crookshanks reappeared in front of Hermione, it was already terribly haggard.

Not only was it much thinner than before, but its fur was also filthy, and with its signature big round face, it looked incredibly pitiful.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Ike looked up, and Hermione was startled by the deep dark circles under his eyes.

"What...what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." He took a big gulp of lemon tea, then ate the meat sauce noodles he had just eaten. "I used a lot of that stuff, and I didn't get enough rest."

"Huh?" Hermione was taken aback for a moment before realizing he was referring to the Time-Turner. "I was wondering why I kept failing to get into the Room of Requirement lately. Were you inside the whole time?"

"That should be true." Ike thought for a moment and replied, "There is indeed a 'me' inside."

"You, you, you're risking your life!" Hermione exclaimed anxiously. "There's no need to put yourself in such a state. Is there anything you can do...?"

"...You can tell me!"

"It's nothing, just brewing some potions," Ike replied casually, not noticing the change in Hermione's tone.

"What kind of magic potion could turn you into this?"

"Uh..." Ike was momentarily speechless. "It's nothing, it's just that I made a bit too much."

Hermione understood somewhat. The worry on her face disappeared, replaced by an indescribable expression, somewhat like Snape in his icy state, or Professor McGonagall catching a student who had made a mistake.

How many?

"About 10?"

"at the same time?"

"at the same time."

"call……"

Hermione took a deep breath and said calmly, "You're really amazing..."

At this moment, Ike also sensed the unusual tone in Hermione's voice. For some reason, he seemed to be petrified, unable to move, and the words of rebuttal were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say them.

The two remained silent for a while before Hermione sighed softly and said while petting the cat, "Take care of yourself, don't overwork yourself."

"I'll take Crookshank back with me for now; you can't keep it in your condition."

"Okay... alright." Ike nodded blankly, then watched Hermione leave, the cunning cat still perched on his shoulder and made a face at him.

After silently cleaning up the mess on the table, Ike left the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Ike, who was brewing Baffy's Brain-Boosting Agent in his suitcase while looking at Felix Felicis, suddenly shivered and looked up at the ceiling in confusion.

"This feeling of bloodline suppression... oh well, never mind..."

Meanwhile, Hermione, back in the Gryffindor common room, had a cold expression on her face. Harry and Ron were playing wizard chess on the sofa in the common room, and they couldn't help but shiver when they saw Hermione's appearance.

"What...what's wrong with her now?" Harry asked, unaware that his voice was trembling.

"I don't know." Ron frowned and watched as Hermione returned to her dormitory.

"I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen..."

"You're overthinking it again," Ron said. "Don't listen to what Trelawney said in the divination class; she's a complete fraud!"

"But Parvati's prediction came true; in mid-October, she did indeed lose something very important..."

"Good heavens! Harry, that was so long ago! Every time she made a terrible 'prophecy,' and some of those prophecies just happened to come true!"

"Okay, you're right, Ron. I'm overthinking it." Harry shook his head, as if trying to shake off the terror in his mind.

"It must be a side effect of practicing the Patronus Charm recently..." Harry thought to himself.

Indeed, it has been a long time, more than two months, and Harry still cannot fully unleash his Patronus Charm. Even now, when facing the Dementors that Boggart has transformed into, Professor Lupin still needs to deal with them.

This made him feel like he couldn't do anything right and felt powerless.

"To be honest, she's been acting strangely all year," Ron said. "I still don't understand how she manages to show up in two classes at the same time, and inexplicably she's gotten so close to that Ravenclaw guy, who's a bad seed just like Malfoy!"

"Ron, actually... Ike is a really nice guy." As soon as Harry finished speaking, Ron bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"He's great! Remember in first grade? He was always with Quirrell!"

"Last year, he also dealt Hermione a severe Stunning Curse, leaving her with memory loss to this day!"

"God knows why Hermione is still so close to him. I even think he persuaded Hermione to buy that nasty cat!"

"Didn't you see? Hermione brought that cat back again!"

"Poor Banban, it had only just begun to enjoy a peaceful life..."

Harry listened helplessly to Ron's incessant complaints, unsure of what to say. Everything this semester felt strange—Black Dog, Scabbers, Crookshanks, Hermione, Ron, and Professor Lupin—everyone was acting oddly.

And then there's Sirius Black, his father's former best friend, and the very person responsible for his parents' deaths. Harry didn't know what to do when Sirius actually appeared before him.

Should we hand it over to the professor and Ao Luo?

still is……

Kill him...

(End of this chapter)