After Hermione left, Runas flew out of the drawer.
"Sir, I don't understand..."
"What's wrong?"
Aaron asked while sorting out the remaining information on the 'Golden Apple Potion'.
"You clearly know that Miss Granger's purpose in asking for this formula is not pure, why are you still helping her?"
Aaron smiled: "Of course I know her purpose is not pure, but what does it mean?"
"My purpose back then was very simple. I just wanted to steal Snape's storage room... it wasn't to test my own potion formula."
"What I care about is whether she can actually prepare the Polyjuice Potion after I give her the formula."
"Oh?" Runas was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "I'm afraid you have higher expectations for Miss Granger, right?"
"Yes."
Aaron said calmly: "I think you know why, Runas?"
"Sir, you have too much inspiration. You can't do it alone."
Yes - overwhelmed, this is Aaron's current state.
He wants to finish the Golden Apple potion, he wants to study new topics about black magic, and he wants to make an alchemical product that can ensure the safety of the castle to prevent the threat of the basilisk...
A certain Eastern philosopher once said: Life has its limits, but knowledge has no limits.
The world of magic is vast and boundless, and every field of study contains infinite mysteries, which requires a wizard to spend his entire life exploring.
Even if Aaron has the assistance of Runas and has the talent to study magic like a fool, he alone is far from enough to turn all the almost whimsical inspirations in his mind into reality.
Therefore, he thought of forming a team of his own.
Division of labor, cooperation with each other, placement of suitable talents in various fields, and relying on the strength of the team to continue to deepen the research on magic and develop it in a broad direction.
This model is similar to the Muggle research team.
And this is one of the main reasons why Aaron is willing to accept the teaching position at Hogwarts.
The best magic school in the world - although this is Hagrid's family opinion, as a famous school that has produced great magicians such as Dumbledore, Hogwarts's thousand-year heritage cannot be underestimated.
In addition, this is the only magic school in the UK, and almost all British wizards have attended school here unless there are special circumstances.
Therefore, if Aaron wants to select talents and form his own team, this is undoubtedly the best place.
And Hermione was a little wizard that he valued very much.
She has excellent grades, a good attitude, extraordinary enthusiasm for magic knowledge, and determination to get to the bottom of something. Today, Aaron also saw her courage to break the rules.
These can undoubtedly be a great help on the road to studying magic.
Therefore, Aaron deliberately gave her a little convenience so that this little witch could go further than her peers - Aaron also wanted to see how far she could go.
"If that's the case, then I have nothing to say. Do you plan to let her be your assistant?"
"With this plan, I'm afraid Chi Qian won't be able to keep Jiaolong."
Aaron said calmly. He vaguely remembered that Hermione seemed to have become the Minister of Magic in the end?
Even if he wanted to retain a talent of this level, he might not be able to retain it.
"Then you have to dig your fish pond deeper, sir." Runas teased.
"I always feel like your words are not nice..."
Aaron muttered a few words and sealed the remaining information on the 'Golden Apple Potion' together with the reply letter. He summoned the owl and handed the reply letter to it.
"Go ahead, Kirby."
Kirby flapped his wings twice and flew away into the distance.
This time, he even had the final say on the Golden Apple Potion.
"One thing is over, let's work on the next project..."
Aaron took out a few parchment scrolls from the drawer and said to Runas:
"How? Do you have an idea?"
"With all due respect, sir."
Runas shook its spherical body: "Sir, a large-scale alchemical product that can cover and monitor the entire castle is a bit whimsical, right?"
"It's not a whim." Aaron shook his head:
"Muggles have already developed this kind of thing. They call it surveillance."
"But Muggle electronic equipment will fail in the castle."
"So we're going to do this with alchemy, you know? Magical craftsmanship."
Aaron began to write and draw on the parchment: "Is there something that can cover the entire castle without others noticing..."
"Sir, we might as well change our thinking. If there is really a monster in the secret room, how does it attack without anyone noticing?"
"Yeah..."
As soon as these words came out, Aaron's chaotic mind immediately found a direction...
"I remember that the monster in the secret room seemed to be a basilisk..."
"So, how can a snake avoid people's eyes and ears and move freely through the castle?"
Soon, Aaron thought of a possibility.
"pipeline!"
There were all kinds of gaps and pipes between the castle walls, and Aaron knew that.
So, can Aaron also take advantage of these gaps?
Thinking of this, Aaron's pen in his hand unconsciously moved a little faster...
…
At the same time, outside a seemingly ordinary house in a village in Northern Ireland.
Only a 'bang' sound was heard.
A figure suddenly appeared outside the door. It was a young wizard wearing dark green robes. He clutched a newspaper tightly in his hand and slapped the door hard.
"Teacher, teacher, come out quickly."
However, the door was closed and motionless.
The young wizard thought about it - his teacher had placed a special spell on the house, so that no one could disturb him when he was resting.
But - this news is indeed too urgent and important. He believes that his teacher will be very interested in it.
So, the young wizard gritted his teeth, flicked his hand, and the wand slipped out of his sleeve.
"Teacher, I'm sorry."
He raised his wand, pointed it at the door, and recited a fire spell.
"raging!"
The wooden door panel immediately burned. The young wizard deliberately controlled the power of the spell, otherwise the whole house would be set on fire.
Inside the house, bursts of water mist soon filled the windows - it was the flames released by the young wizard that triggered the house's fire protection spell.
After a while...
"Horst——!!!"
An old and angry shout came from the house, a spell flashed, and the wooden door instantly exploded into countless flying fragments. Suddenly, the young wizard flew out directly.
An angry figure rushed out of the house. This was a middle-aged wizard with slightly white hair. He was tall and straight, with a hooked nose and sunken eye sockets. At first glance, he was a difficult person to deal with.
The middle-aged wizard was wearing a silk nightgown that looked very comfortable - but it was completely soaked now. The wizard's face still showed the anger of being awakened from a deep sleep, as if his hair and hair were all gone. lion.
The young wizard known as Horst stood up: "Teacher..."
However, the wizard stepped forward and grabbed his collar angrily:
"You better explain it to me or I will kick your ass with my leather boots!!!"
