Chapter 677: Magic Phone

There were ten minutes left until the Alchemy class, which was also the time for the senior wizards' last class.

"Lady Ravenclaw..."

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige already knew, but hearing Sean say it himself still gave her a strange feeling.

"Yes, Professor."

Sean responded.

"Are you willing to share with me..."

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige's stern tone relaxed a lot.

"Of course, Professor, could you wait a moment?"

Sean thought for a moment and said.

"Yes, child."

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige seemed to be imitating something.

So, a few minutes later, when Sean came to the armor again, a special basin had appeared in his hands.

It was a shallow stone basin, with runes and symbols carved on the rim, and the basin was filled with a silvery substance, like clouds, both liquid and gaseous.

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige recognized this as a Pensieve.

"Headmaster Dumbledore let me know the method of using memory silver threads; they are very peculiar."

Sean said, holding the basin.

So they naturally came to the Transfiguration office, leaning over together to get close to the rippling silvery substance in the stone basin, until their faces touched it.

They tumbled through the dark void and fell to a quiet lakeside.

Here, a babbling brook extended along the lakeside, flowing toward a more distant place.

By the stream stood a beautiful but stern-faced woman, even with a hint of majesty.

She was wearing robes interwoven with green and blue, and in her hand was an old book that looked very ancient.

"Ravenclaw..."

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige was somewhat distracted.

Then, the person and the cat began to converse; when hearing "You have many questions you can ask me, but please choose one most important one," Professor Marcus Marcus Maige was also somewhat curious.

In terms of being surprising, the young wizard never failed to surprise people.

Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige was somewhat stunned.

The two in the memory didn't notice Minerva Marcus Marcus Maige's expression at all and continued to talk.

"Do you not seek for yourself?"

Ravenclaw said.

"At Hogwarts, I have already received enough."

Minerva saw the black cat's ears twitch.

……

The mist slowly dissipated, and Sean felt Professor Marcus Marcus Maige's hand take his arm; after a while, they stood in almost the same place, and at this moment, snow was falling on the windowsill outside.

When Sean stepped out of the Transfiguration office, he noticed that the fireplace here was still the most intense of all the offices.

Young wizards were constantly walking back and forth in the corridor, and members of the Castle Spirit Cat Club were sparing no effort to search the entire castle.

At this rate, they would master more castle secret passages than the Castle Explorer Club, also known as the Blind Secret Passage Club.

For example, right now, they had already found the secret passage behind the One-Eyed Witch.

Ignoring these club members, Sean arrived at the familiar Alchemy classroom and sat on his own high chair.

In a place he didn't notice, Helena stayed on a tree branch not far outside the window.

When she saw Sean seriously studying every material and slowly carving precise magic runes for it, she nodded gently;

When she saw senior wizards trying to take shortcuts, experimenting with materials haphazardly, and hurriedly coupling alchemical parts, a look of imperceptible disdain appeared in her grey-white eyes.

She left. She drifted past the trophy room in the corridor, as if seeing generations of Ravenclaw students striving for wisdom, grades, and honor.

At that time, she always paid special attention to those students who were smart but anxious, or gifted but lonely, quietly watching them learn magic and leave the castle.

She drifted past this castle where she had stayed for a thousand years, the prison where she had imprisoned herself for a thousand years.

Suddenly, she looked at the young wizard again.

At this time, Sean had finished class and was talking to Professor Taila about something.

"I modified some two-way mirrors, Professor."

Sean said.

"Very good, I still remember you kept trying to replace some materials; which cheap materials did you find?"

Professor Taila took the two-way mirror and said with great interest.

"The materials I used are still expensive."

Sean's eyes were somewhat dim.

This matter was indeed difficult.

"Oh?"

Professor Taila was instead somewhat excited.

This was rare.

"I only made partial modifications, adjusted some materials, and changed the magic circuit.

Merely letting one two-way mirror connect to seven two-way mirrors, but this is already the limit..."

Sean took out his notes, which were filled with principles and conjectures.

It could be said that with these notes, Alchemy Masters would certainly be able to create similar alchemical creations—this was the "creation manuscript" that alchemists valued most.

"Merely..."

Professor Taila took the notes, somewhat speechless.

"How much did the cost increase?"

She asked again.

"Increase?"

Sean didn't understand.

"It only decreased by thirty percent."

"You are destined to change the Wizarding World!"

Professor Taila exclaimed in a low voice.

She quickly flipped through the entire notebook, trying to find the most precious materials on it.

The good news was that she didn't find those almost extinct materials;

The bad news was that she didn't understand the final ritual at a glance.

"What about those few materials?"

She asked with a hint of urgency.

"Optimized away."

Sean knew what the professor was talking about; this was the tacit understanding unique to alchemists.

"Optimized..."

Professor Taila was stunned, and then the corners of her mouth couldn't be suppressed at all.

The preciousness and scarcity of the two-way mirror lay in those few almost extinct materials.

Few people dared to boldly change the production method because it would destroy the entire magic ritual.

But for Sean, he didn't know the ins and outs.

In the field of alchemy, he always followed his intuition.

"What do you want to call it?"

Professor Taila asked, returning the two-way mirror to Sean.

"I made it a bit smaller, and as for the name, let's call it a Magic Hand Mirror."

Sean took out the version he had just optimized.

It was only the size of a palm, and the mirror surface slowly reflected the scene on the other side, looking very inconspicuous.

But Sean heard the panel's prompt:

【You practiced the production of the Magic Hand Mirror once at the entry-level standard, proficiency +3】

【High-Rank Magic Hand Mirror: Unlocked (3/30)】

Sean's breath hitched.

It was actually a High-Rank alchemical creation!

Looking at it this way, all the alchemical creations he needed to advance to Master had been discovered.

Then, from now on, all he had to face was time.

"How many did you make in total?"

Professor Taila suddenly asked.

"Two sets in total, seven mirrors each."

Sean recalled.

"I understand."

Professor Taila nodded with satisfaction.

Then this would prevent the possibility of widespread dissemination, and she could also have more time to... maximize the value of the alchemical creation.

"By the way, Professor, this is for you."

Sean took out one.

Professor Taila took it, even more satisfied.

There is one more chapter added today, and three chapters tomorrow. ===== CHAPTER 678 =====