Vol 2 Chapter 593: Accent soil

The next day, Allen felt like he hadn't slept well for a long time. He sat up, casually put a coat over the inch clothes and let it drape over his body, moved his mouth, and found that he was already under the effect of the potion. He was basically healed-there was still a slight pain left, at least it wouldn't affect his speech anymore.
After sitting in a rocking chair by the window and admiring the scenery of a summer afternoon, Allen tried to call the hostess of the house, but did not get a response, so he couldn't help coming to the bookshelf that occupied the entire wall. These books vary in size and thickness, but the same thing is that they are all handmade from the content to the shell. In the Middle Ages, each book is extremely precious-even for wizards.
In order to prevent the collection of books from being stolen, there are even a few books on the shelf with iron chains and tied to the shelf. The "Jeber's Alchemy Manual" is also on the shelf, but Allen roughly flipped through it at random and found that Compared with the one he got, there are several pages less content, and the way of making the growth wand is not among them.
Putting down the alchemy manual which had been chained, Allen walked into the large and exaggerated manuscript on a wooden desk next to the desk.
This is a lacquer decorated manuscript made of sheepskin, bound with a wooden cover covered with leather and metal decoration. It looks very gorgeous, and on the cover there is also a large Latin label "The Devil's Bible"-it is nearly 1 meter long and a half meter wide. Alan tried the weight and found that it was estimated to be about 150 kilograms. the weight of.
Allen spread out the book. This manuscript uses a variety of colors as decorative colors. The full text is in Latin, but all the first letters of the paragraph are carefully decorated, and some of them even occupy half of the book exaggeratedly. All the handwriting in the whole book is exactly the same. There is no chapter that shows changes in handwriting due to time, disease or emotional influence. Obviously, this manuscript was completed in a very short time-this is very strange, this book It should not be written by a wizard. Many of the so-called spells in it are just some imaginary tricks to fool people, but the huge amount of work in this book is probably estimated from Alan’s heart, if the author is a Muggle, even in perfect state It takes more than ten years to complete the non-stop work.
Turning to the page with the bookmark, a unique portrait of the devil appeared in front of Allen one whole page. On the nearby pages, including this page, the text and paper are more severely blackened than the rest of the book.
At this time, there was a sound from outside, and Allen hurriedly closed the huge manuscript and jumped back to the rocking chair in front of the window to enjoy the sun.
After a while, the sound of footsteps gradually approached, Alan raised his head. In the afternoon sunlight, Rowena Ravenclaw walked in with a large square tray, and the sunlight applied a layer to her face. Halo, her starry eyes half-opened, her eyes dim, she didn't seem to be fully awake from sleep, she was wearing only one boot on her foot, and the other foot just stepped on the ground for nothing.
"Helga made breakfast for us, she sent the house-elf to bring it over." As he said, Rowena Ravenclaw yawned softly. She put the tray on the table, and inadvertently, Rowena's foot in boots struck Allen's right foot in a daze, and her bare right foot directly stepped on Allen's left foot, delicate and soft. The touch came from the back of Allen's feet in an instant.
Rowena Ravenclaw took a piece of bread from it and ate a bite. "The scribe of that book is a Muggle priest who will be tortured to death for breaking the law. In order to escape the harsh punishment, he swore an oath. He made a book containing all human knowledge to permanently show the glory of the wizard overnight. However, near midnight, he realized that he could not complete this difficult task, so he sold his soul to the devil, with the help of the devil He copied and completed the whole book, and added the portrait of the devil to the book to show its power. The energy of the devil in the book eroded the owner of the book and the book itself, causing the owner of the book to suffer bad luck, and also caused the pages near the portrait of the devil. It's blackened as if burned by fire-there is no valuable knowledge or true spells in it, but it can help you know some devil's names and maybe you can use them in the future."
"You can read the books here slowly, eh? What are you blushing? Wouldn't you think that someone moved my book and I wouldn't know it?" As he said, Rowena's half-squinted eyes widened? Ravenclaw gave Alan a suspicious look, then put some wands on the table, and some of the wand bones at the top rolled down onto the table. "I watched a part of my memory last night and learned some things. It is said that you Don't pick the wands, here, these are the wands of wizards who come to steal and ask for advice and want to make trouble. I have captured them. Try to see which one is more convenient to use."
Allen tried his best not to let the other side notice the movement of his feet and make the scene become awkward. Without a wand, he evoked a magic wand and waved it. Some parchment on the table whirled and bounced in the air. After the short note was returned to its original place, "Just it."
Ravenclaw finally moved and let go of Ellen. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, "Acacia? It seems that you don’t pick a wand. This material is usually refused to anyone other than the owner. Magic, and like to show strength only to the most talented people."
Alan was finally able to stand up. He straightened his back and tried to appear taller in front of Ravenclaw who was a head taller than himself. "Ah, please forgive me for reading those books without authorization. My name is Ai. Len Friedrich Harris~EbookFREE.me~ Thank you for saving me and healing me."
Ravenclaw frowned after hearing this: "Speaking of East France with a mixed accent of England and Norman...Holy Roman Empire..." Rowena Ravenclaw directed the wands to fly into a storage box. Sitting across from Alan and having breakfast with Alan. When Maggie took away these messy cups and plates, "I didn’t tell me in the future that your accent was so weird and it was a bit dirty... But you don’t have to look at it. Although I haven’t finished reading it yet, I already know something. It's up."
"Huh?! My accent..." Allen couldn't help smiling in his heart, as he organized his vocabulary to figure out how to respond. Rowena Ravenclaw stretched his waist and walked around Allen sitting in the rocking chair to the window.
"Alan Harris, when are we going to start?" she asked, turning her head, the lazy afternoon sun gilded her with gold, which made her expression a little fuzzy.
"What started?" Alan was a little elusive in the witch's mind in front of him. She felt that her thinking was jumping too much, which made him think of Luna who is still in the underworld in the future, and he couldn't help but feel repressed.
"Teach me some future magic—Oh, it should be modern magic for you, as well as magic Animagus transformation and panic." She walked out of the sun, leaned down, elbows He leaned on the table with his cheeks, his tone was so natural, "Aren’t you Animagus who can become a phoenix and a master of pantheon? Salazar is too stingy and refuses to take pantheon. I’m not very good at this. I’m still not good at it. I can only say that I can use it-but I don’t let you teach you to make good opinions. Otherwise, when you go back, you may find that some people you know have changed from Never existed."