BSI Chapter 870 246: Harry? No! It's Harley!_3
Chapter 870 246: Harry? No! It's Harley!_3
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After tonight's little class ended.
Ian first returned to the dormitory to take a shower, gossiped with William about Michael's romance, and then, after William started working hard and Michael started snoring, he left the dormitory.
He went straight to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.
"Alone time again!"
Ian skillfully walked back and forth three times in front of the tapestry of Silly Barnabas getting hit by the Giant Troll Stick, silently thinking about the place he needed. A smooth door gradually appeared on the wall.
Opening the door, Ian stepped into a spacious room.
In the center of the room stood a tall black-robed skeleton, with soul fire flickering in its hollow eye sockets. In the corner, a Dementor was floating in mid-air, looking listless.
The temperature around it was noticeably a few degrees lower than other parts of the room.
"Good evening, folks." Ian greeted casually and walked to the Magic Potion Workbench on the other side of the room. The black-robed skeleton made a clattering sound in response, while the Dementor floated a bit closer, seemingly happy with Ian's arrival—if such a creature could indeed feel happiness.
In any case.
No longer being treated as a toy by the black-robed skeleton probably gave the Dementor some feelings.
"Oh right, I should give it a try."
Ian noticed the black-robed skeleton wandering aimlessly around the room, as if he had a sudden thought, and put down the Magic Potion Materials in his hand.
"Ἀνάδειξοντὸφῶςσου,Στίλβω!" In Ancient Greek, this is Fluorescent Flickering. Ian once again invoked the authority of the Sun God — whether the sun outside rose at night, the Little Wizard didn't know; he just saw golden light penetrating the roof and falling onto his Magic Wand.
The light carried the warmth of the sun.
This light filled the entire room, causing the Dementor to scurry everywhere. It shone on the skeleton, which stood quietly, showing no reaction.
Only the soul fire in its eye sockets flickered slightly.
"Still doesn't work?"
Ian was somewhat disappointed, but he was still unwilling to give up. With a thought, a thread-like golden glow separated from the light cluster, winding like a liquid sun stream towards the black-robed skeleton standing silently aside. Just as the gold touched the skeletal finger bone, intricate golden patterns emerged on the pale bone surface.
Like countless capillaries spreading beneath the skin.
"It works!?"
Ian was thrilled.
He imbued all the golden glow into it, and soon the golden light crawled over the entire skeleton, outlining ancient and mysterious patterns on each bone.
"Click... clack, click... clack..."
The black-robed skeleton's jawbone suddenly moved open and closed unconsciously, with the previously faint soul fire in its eye sockets completely replaced by gold. It slowly raised its bony hand in apparent astonishment at the dramatic changes occurring in its body.
The first transformation occurred in the bone marrow — dark red gelatinous substances suddenly surged forth in the originally dry cavities as if injected with Essence of Life by an invisible hand. These substances flowed through the bone canals, emitting a faint gurgling sound, and then seeped out from tiny holes at the bone ends, extending into wriggling vessels.
They climbed animalistically over the bone surface; the main trunks extended along the long bones, while the branches wound like vines around every protrusion and recess. When the main arteries formed, the entire skeleton shuddered suddenly—a thick vessel convulsed violently in what would be the heart region and then started beating rhythmically.
"Thump... thump..."
The faint but distinct heartbeat echoed in the silent room.
With each beat, more tiny capillaries branched from the main vessel, gradually weaving into a complex neural network covering the black-robed skeleton entirely.
"So that's what you wanted, fatherly love!"
Ian held his breath, suddenly understanding.
He saw pink tissue beginning to appear in the rib gaps — first, a thin layer of fascia, then bright red muscle fibers entwined and fused like countless tiny snakes from their attachment points. Large muscles took form visibly on the skeleton.
First were the small muscle groups at the knuckles, then the flexors and extensors of the forearm, followed by full biceps... The transformation of the black-robed skeleton abruptly halted at this moment.
The growth of flesh and blood seemingly hit a bottleneck.
Alive.
But not fully alive.
It had merely shifted from a skeleton to an eerily skinless being with only partial muscles; even from its bewildered expression, it was clear memories had not returned.
"Makes sense, the brain hasn't grown." Ian approached, lifted the black-robed skeleton's skull cap, finding no pulsating brain, only a formless gooey substance.
"Ah! Looks like your father's love isn't pure either!"
Ian sighed helplessly, retracting the magic, and immediately, the flesh on the black-robed skeleton receded frantically, reverting back to bare bones.
"Love or no love? That's the conundrum of love!"
Ian's initially excited heart calmed down again. He was somewhat annoyed and deeply regretted not asking the Fierce Goddess for some flesh before he left Pompeii. Even if he had a piece, he could have cultivated plenty of flesh and glued it over the skeleton with 502 adhesive.
"Never mind, let's talk about it tomorrow." Ian set down his Magic Wand and glanced at the time on the wall; evidently, the matter of the black-robed skeleton was far less important than his affairs.
Today.
Was his Mysterious Night.
If traveling back in time would be counted, he should be able to enter the Misty Illusion Realm quite smoothly. It was precisely because he was unsure of this point that he wanted to rest early.
"Finally, add a piece of African Tree Snake Hide to this potion, and you guys keep an eye on the heat." Before sleep, Ian did not forget about brewing potions; however, he was stunned when he approached his potion cabinet. It was genuinely unexpected for the Little Wizard; all the materials he had prepared that afternoon were gone!
"Who touched my Magic Potion Materials!?" Ian's voice suddenly rose, surveying the room, pulling over the black-robed skeleton, failing to shake anything out of its robe.
Then, he pried open the Dementor's mouth, failing to catch the scent of stolen potion consumption.
"That's strange."
Ian furrowed his brows.
He pulled out his Magic Wand and directly traced back the events that had occurred in the room.
The next moment.
His expression immediately became colorful—he saw Snape's figure appear on the scene, using some method of sneaking in!
Then.
It was a smooth, swift operation, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, packing up all the materials the Little Wizard had prepared and taking them away. The Little Wizard was dumbfounded witnessing this scene.
What's with this role reversal!
"No wonder Harry Potter's Evening Primrose smelled so pure! Damn Snape!" Ian finally realized where his prepared materials had gone.
Turns out they ended up in Harley's stomach!