Glory To Slytherin

Time soon came to Friday.

Perhaps Ulysses’ Mental Energy field has been greatly widened after returning from The Underworld. The sequelae of using the time converter is much lower than expected, at most it is just a moment of drowsiness and a slight sense of exhaustion. That's it.

Therefore, although he is a bit repulsive of using the time converter, he is short of time. He still strives for five more hours every day to Ascension own strength.

The last class on Friday was Professor Snape's potions class. After the class, Professor Snape stopped him.

"What's wrong, Professor."

Ulysses blinked.

Professor Snape stared at him sharply for a while, then slowly said:

"Are you going out tomorrow?"

It seems that Dumbledore told him about this...

Ulysses thought to himself and nodded: "Yes."

Professor Snape hesitated, took out a glass bottle filled with golden potion, and jumped happily in the glass bottle.

He handed it to Ulysses and said angrily:

"It might be useful to you... save a little."

Ulysses had a look, and his eyes revealed something incredible:

"This is... a blessing potion? For me?"

After seeing him nodding silently, Ulysses suddenly felt a sense of honor. He actually allowed the old stingy Snape to send a bottle of invaluable blessing potion!

"I know this kind of potion seems to have to be brewed for half a year... It's too much trouble, Professor, how embarrassing it is."

Ulysses smiled, and quickly put the elixir into his pocket while talking.

"What do you think?"

Professor Snape frowned, "This kind of thing is not worth my half a year... This is a gift from someone. I hope you can use it with caution. It is not a panacea. After drinking the waste, it may not have any effect. ."

"Okay, anyway, thank you professor."

Ulysses squinted and bowed.

He knows the magic of Fuling Potion, but its configuration steps and time are too cumbersome and lengthy, and it is difficult to sell it on the market. Therefore, Ulysses has drunk it only a few years ago. Never tried it again.

In the case of a business trip tomorrow, he suddenly received a bottle of blessing, which undoubtedly gave Ulysses a booster.

The current British magical world would spend a lot of time and energy to brew this kind of potion. Slughorn should be the only one.

"The blessing potion can't be used more, otherwise it will have great side effects and make people become reckless and arrogant. But according to the ancient dragon, my wand is affecting me subtly, making me more and more arrogant... …This side effect should be stretched by comparison."

Ulysses laughed ridiculously, and it was easy to think of Lucifer in the depths of The Underworld. Ulysses still vividly remembered his original tone.

"Basically, a person can get up to three days of lucky time with blessing potions in his life, and more will have an impact. The dose given by the professor this time is just right."

Ulysses glanced at the glass bottle and walked away quickly.

Slytherin’s common room was full of people. Everyone was discussing the follow-up to the Sirius Black incident, plans to go to Hogsmeade Village next time, and a few disagreements were dueling in the middle of the lounge. The prefect serves as a witness.

Draco was talking excitedly to Daphne on a sofa, turning his head inadvertently to see Ulysses and waved at him excitedly.

When Ulysses approached, he heard him deliberately lowered his voice and said:

"Ulysses! I have learned the patron saint curse!"

His tone was full of pride and contentment, as well as a trace of expectation.

Ulysses was indeed a little surprised, and smiled and said:

"Good job."

After returning to the dormitory, Gerrard was not there, Ulysses checked all his own items, and put all the potions and magic items that he might use into his pockets.

On Saturday morning, Ulysses quietly left Hogwarts Castle and came to London.

The robes on his body had been replaced by a black trench coat by Ulysses, which gave him a cold temperament.

He was walking on the street away from the city center, and the buildings on both sides were generally quite low. This is true for both the magical world and the Muggle world. When people deviate from the concentrated area of ​​money, mediocrity and even simplicity are the main tone of this world.

Finally, he came to a bleak side street, where there were only a few seemingly tattered offices, a tavern and a dump truck that was about to overflow.

On the opposite side, there is a small parking lot with only a dilapidated private car.

In the eyes of people who have never been to the Ministry of Magic, they may think that the Ministry of Magic is set up in a prosperous and magnificent place. In fact, the Ministry of Magic is thinking more about reducing contact with Muggles.

Ulysses walked into a dilapidated red phone booth. Several pieces of glass were missing. The back of the phone booth was clinging to a messy wall with some red-faced rectangular stickers on it.

Ulysses’ gaze stayed in the pattern on the sticker for two seconds, and then with no expression, he picked up the phone handset slantingly hanging on the wall. The phone looked like it had been destroyed by a public property. It's the same as pulling forcefully.

The telephone dial was flicked for a while, and then automatically reset. Soon, an indifferent female voice rang in the telephone booth:

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and the reason for your visit."

Ulysses spoke well and said:

"Ulysses Lestrange. Investigate the theft of the Mysterious Affairs Division."

"Thank you," the indifferent female said, "Guest, please pick up the badge and don't put it on your coat."

Following the sound of Ding Lingdang, a small object slipped out of the metal groove of the coin refund port.

Ulysses picked it up. It was a square silver badge with the words "Ulysses Lesterland, investigate" engraved on it.

When Ulysses took the badge and put it on the windbreaker, the woman's voice rang again:

"Guest of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand-the security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

As soon as the voice fell, the ground of the phone booth vibrated suddenly, and Ulysses slowly sank into the ground.

Ulysses quietly watched the sidewalk outside the glass wall of the phone booth rise higher and higher, and soon the surrounding area became pitch black, and nothing was clear. Only the harsh rubbing sound that continued to linger in the ear proved that he was moving fast. .

After about a minute or so, a golden light shone from below, then gradually widened and spread to Ulysses.

Ulysses squinted his eyes, adjusting to the sudden light.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day."

The indifferent female voice finished her last sentence, and the door of the phone booth opened sharply.

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