(HP Fan) The "Squib" of the Black Family's

Chapter 75 Spiritual Fortune Elixir

　　The author has something to say:

　　Someone told me today that the Spiritual Fortune Elixir was a bug, so I used it on a whim~~~

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　　James Potter pulled Sirius, who had been confused, away from the banquet, and then remembered an important thing: "Professor Dumbledore, that 'Dark Star' is really..." It's not simple, you can actually make a Squib have magic power."

　　"Is it possible to make a Squib have magic power?" Peter was very curious.

　　"Why is it impossible? Many potions and some spells can make a squib gain magic power in a short period of time." Dumbledore was a little distracted. "After all, a squib still has some magic power in his body." "But I'm weird

　　. Why does Portoro wear the mask again if he can put it back into his body? Aren't those potions and spells bad for the body?" James was a little confused.

　　"Botolo is a very rare person who has no magic power at all, even with potions... James, what are you talking about, he has a way to put away the mask?" Dumbledore clearly remembered that there was no magic power around Botolo. , if it weren’t for this, the Black family would not have abandoned him when he was just born, and it would be almost impossible for a person without any magic power to have magic power... "I used to see a man with a little boy in Paris

　　. The exact same man as Sirius was with Severus, and I have confirmed that it was not Sirius..." "

　　Why didn't you tell me?" Dumbledore exclaimed in surprise.

　　"Professor Dumbledore, is this important?" James was a little surprised. He was also hit just now and could not react for a moment.

　　"I don't know, it's just that there seems to be a big secret..." Dumbledore fell silent.

　　Severus and Portolo did not return to LOVE Castle, but casually turned into an alley in London. Of course, they had already used the Transfiguration Technique.

　　The houses here are quite old, with moss growing in many places, and even the trees on the roadside are ancient. Severus was full of doubts about the other party bringing him here, but what he wanted to know most was: "Poto Luo, you'd better tell me why you agreed to duel with Voldemort?"

　　"Sev, do you really think he wants to duel with me?" Portolo asked.

　　"Isn't it?"

　　"I think he wants to compete with me, but not to the point of a duel. It's just that he is very curious about me." "But Voldemort always keeps his word." Severus didn't

　　dare adventure.

　　"Yes, I also feel that something is wrong, but some things always have to be faced," Portolo knew that something was wrong with Voldemort's current situation, but he felt that the other party would not really want to duel with him, even if the other party wanted to Duel with himself, "Sev, even if you don't believe in my strength, you still have to believe in the proficiency of my Apparition. I think if I want to run away, Voldemort will never be able to catch up." "Run?

　　" Thinking of running away without fighting...

　　"Yes, Sev, I never think there is anything to be ashamed of running. Saving one's life is the most important thing." Portolo suddenly pulled the other person up and walked quickly, and at the same time he did not forget to say, "Sev, even if you encounter When things are difficult to overcome, people should still live well. I once... In fact, it is the most stupid thing not to face the world because of other people's reasons." I once disdained my own life because of despair... Such things , will never happen a second time!

　　There is a small restaurant in front of it. It is very small and very dark inside. Only a small light bulb is on. A middle-aged woman in an apron is stirring a pot of soup alone in front of a big pot, but it is full of customers. .

　　"Portolo, did you bring me here specifically to eat?" Severus asked this for a reason. The smell wafting in the store was very fragrant.

　　"How is it possible? I never knew there was such a place." Portoro also came over after smelling the fragrance. Originally, he wanted to go back to the castle with Sif and let the other party cook. He really didn't eat at the banquet just now. What.

　　"Oh, two strange young people, and they are very respectable, why are they here?" A bearded old man said. In front of him was a big cup of beer and a big bowl of soup, and a piece of black bread in his hand.

　　"Old sir, we were attracted by the smell," Portolo sat down in front of the other party, "What kind of soup is this?" "

　　Beef offal soup, something the lower class eats. Do you want a bowl? Elizabeth makes it. The soup tastes good." In Britain, although people eat all parts of a cow, the offal is always cheap, making them food for the poor.

　　"Then, please give us two bowls," Portolo greeted the woman named Elizabeth. "If there is bread, we also need it. By the way, give this gentleman another glass of beer. My treat." Elizabeth moved

　　quickly , everything was served in a short while, and the old man who got a glass of beer was very happy: "Actually, the beer here tastes very good, but my work allows me to only drink one glass, otherwise, my wife will be hungry." La!"

　　"What does the old gentleman do?" Portolo took a sip of the soup. The taste was certainly not as good as the well-prepared food at the "Werewolf House", but it was appetizing because of the human touch.

　　"I'm helping the post office deliver letters. Of course, if you're lucky, you can get some tips. You two are obviously not from here. Seeing your style, I thought you would be nobles." The old man kept talking and took another big sip. beer.

　　"Why?" Portolo was a little surprised. They were obviously wearing civilian clothes now.

　　"I can tell from the way you walk. Hey, young man, I have seen a lot of people in my life! I have also been on the battlefield. Our corporal is a noble, a small noble. He wants to use the army to rejuvenate the family, but , he died on the battlefield..." The old man began to ramble on about some of the things he had encountered, and finally looked at the two people happily eating dry black bread and beef offal soup with half-squinted eyes and smiled: "Now In fact, the difference between the nobles and us has become small. Many people who are not nobles are better than the nobles. Don't be sad if you are frustrated." The old man patted Severus, who had been silent, on the shoulder, obviously treating them as declining nobles. .

　　When Portoro left, he ordered another beer for him...

　　"Sev, I haven't felt like this for a long time. Maybe we can open a store like this in the future... By the way, you put the beer in the end." What did you put there?" Portolo asked, it must be something good that Severus would carry with him.

　　"Elixir of Fortune."

　　"Why do you bring the Elixir of Fortune?" Portolo was a little surprised.

　　"Nothing, by the way, Portolo, before you go to Voldemort, you must drink a bottle of Felixir. I remember you have never drank it before..." "

　　Sev..." Portolo wondered how Severus would know. I'm counting on this, but there is indeed something magical about the Felixir.

　　There was a big snake lying in the beautifully decorated room. Voldemort stroked the snake's smooth and fine scales and looked at Lucius Malfoy who was kneeling below: "Tell me, the Half-Blood Prince, the Squib, and...Apollo What kind of people are they?"

　　"I...they are all people I can't see through..."

　　"Indeed, I can't see through it. Then, I must find a way to see through it..." He is a descendant of Slytherin and has the noblest bloodline. What he wants to know, he must find a way to know...