NABC This side effect in Chapter 3 can be solved by spending money.
This side effect in Chapter 3 can be solved by spending money.
Under the influence of Ryan's series of Explosion and Shattering Curses, the rubble was no longer recognizable, leaving only a dark entrance that appeared abruptly in the center, proclaiming the extraordinary nature of this place.
The surrounding swamp was slowly dripping water towards the entrance, so Ryan quickly used a freezing spell to freeze the area around the entrance to prevent the ruins from becoming a fish tank.
"Perhaps this wasn't a swamp eight hundred years ago?"
Ryan felt his guess was correct, because even before the Ministry of Magic issued a decree in 1631 prohibiting all magical creatures other than wizards from possessing wands, there were fish-men or mermaid wizards who would not have made their dwellings in the swamp.
Not to mention a normal human wizard.
He waded through the mud, getting covered in mud and water, and jumped into the entrance under the protection of the armor spell.
Below was a spacious house structure, with books and wooden crates neatly stacked in the corners. In the center was a long table with standard instruments on it. The floor was clean, with only a few drops of mud left from earlier.
Although it was invisible to the naked eye, the magic within Ryan told him that the place was filled with magic, it was dangerous, and he needed to be careful.
"Armor for protection!"
Sometimes, you really can make a living with just one trick.
As the Triple Armor Curse shattered, Ryan continuously recast the Armor Curse to defend against various attacks from all directions.
Of the forty-seven magical attacks, thirty-two were purely magical attacks... With his Iron Armor Spell activated, Ryan calmly calculated that the traps preserved in the ruins revealed the magical inclinations of the ruins' owner.
According to Ryan's understanding, a magic attack is simply launching magic directly without using spells. Once the magic attack hits the target, it causes both physical and magical direct damage.
This kind of laborious and thankless way of casting spells is like using Galleons as stones to throw at someone in a wizarding duel—it's inefficient and thankless.
In Ryan's previous explorations of ruins, some leaned towards golems, some towards spells, and others towards polymorph.
The one and only transfiguration relic left third-year student Ryan helpless, and he could only go to the headmaster of the academy and say that he had prophesied the discovery of a relic.
It's perfectly normal for a prophet like me to predict the discovery of ancient ruins!
Do Gringotts and the goblins have something to say?
Did they steal their chance to explore the ruins?
Do you know what Dumbledore's intimidation is? Do you know the true value of being an outstanding student at Hogwarts?
This is why the goblins of Gringotts both love and hate Ryan, and are eager to establish a cooperative relationship with him to collect treasures together.
But even with Professor Flitwick leading the way, the Transfiguration Relics were still difficult to "pass" that time.
Because the core of the Transfiguration Relics is the magic mirrors refined by dozens of Boggarts by the relic's owner, coupled with the Transfiguration setup within the relics, which can, to a certain extent, bring the things that are feared to the explorer's face.
Even now, he can wake up in the middle of the night, recalling the scene when he turned a corner during his adventure and encountered a woman in a bright red wedding dress, her feet barely touching the ground.
And then there's the scene of returning to the dormitory only to find it suddenly full of people, a place that was previously empty.
A mushroom cloud rose right in front of me, seemingly within arm's reach.
The mushroom cloud, in particular, made Professor Flitwick turn pale, staring at Ryan as if he were a monster.
So much so that over the past year, Professor Flitwick, who had been studying spells, frequently went to Professor Kareddy Bubbage of the Muggle Studies Department at Hogwarts to discuss Muggle-related matters, especially his fascination with weapons used by ordinary people.
Sometimes Ryan even worries that his Charms professor might one day develop a side profession of weapons development.
"Thunderous explosion!"
As Ryan drank a potion to restore his mana, he used a blast spell to destroy a rapidly enlarging, flying terracotta pot with a bird-serpent pattern. He was puzzled: "Most of the methods that have appeared these days don't seem like the work of an alchemist..."
Ryan was very interested in alchemy and once fantasized about being able to dominate the world with a full set of divine gear. But to this day, he still hadn't learned alchemy.
Because the alchemy course at Hogwarts is offered in the sixth year and can only be taken after passing the OWL exam, and because alchemy is profound and obscure, difficult to learn, difficult to master, and even more difficult to become proficient in, self-study is basically a waste of time.
Because the intelligence provided various ruins and exploration tips, he needed to improve his self-defense capabilities as soon as possible and did not intend to invest unnecessary energy in learning in the early stages.
However, he was still very familiar with the main methods of alchemists. Modern alchemists usually make various magical items and solidify spells with different effects on the items.
However, there are very few props in front of us, which suggests that the owner of this ruin had a special fondness for magic.
After sixty attacks, the magic power within the body could no longer sense any resonant foreign magic power in the vicinity, indicating that the magic traps buried indoors had been completely exhausted.
"No wonder he's a figure found in history books. Even after eight hundred years, the magical traps in his residence still possess such power." Ryan relaxed slightly and walked to the table. He knew that if eight hundred years hadn't greatly weakened the magical power left behind, he would never have been able to withstand sixty attacks. The only way was to go back to the academy and call for help.
"On...external...magic..."
He looked at the clean manuscript on the table. The manuscript was written in ancient runes, completely different from the script used by wizards today. He carefully opened the fragile manuscript, afraid that the parchment would crumble at the slightest movement.
Fortunately, ancient runes were taught in the third year, and runes had a deep connection with alchemy, so Ryan remembered the interpretations of all existing runes in great detail.
Thanks to this senior for not using any obscure runes... Ryan regained the feeling of understanding ancient texts from his previous life, took out the parchment and quill he carried, and worked hard to translate the manuscript.
The morning passed quickly, but the overall translation progress was only about 10%.
"Dizzy, nauseous, and utterly exhausted. Translating these research-oriented manuscripts is the most tiring and dangerous thing, because you always have to maintain your own thoughts in the face of a powerful wizard's mind..."
"It's time to take your medicine! You should rest for a while."
Ryan waved his hand, and a glint of light flashed on the ring on his thumb. Following his planned schedule, he conjured an energy-replenishing potion, along with buttered toast and a large portion of lamb chops from the Hogwarts dining hall. Upon closer inspection, the ring was an alchemical creation; it was hollow and solidified with a powerful, seamless stretching charm, its interior containing a full one hundred cubic meters of space.
This was a reward tailored for Ryan by an alchemist after he received a prophecy from him. After resolving his own troubles, the alchemist also became one of Ryan's pen pals.
"Judging from this manuscript, the research focuses on using the bloodline and magical energy of magical creatures to create portable external magical devices..."
It is bloody and terrifying, yet it also possesses a fantastical beauty.
The rigorous, meticulous, and yet brilliant language and logic throughout the text compel all readers to follow in the author's footsteps and personally experience the charm of this alchemical ritual.
This was Ryan's feeling about the manuscript, and it even subtly tinged his own spirit with a crimson hue.
His mind was constantly calculating all the magical creatures he knew and their corresponding weaknesses.
It wasn't until he drank a calming potion and a stamina-replenishing potion that Ryan came to his senses and realized that he had actually been influenced by other people's theories.
"It's not the first or second time. Anyway, these predecessors' ideas were all the rage for a time, so it's normal that I couldn't resist. As long as I'm well prepared, I can avoid danger by taking the medicine at the pre-planned safe time."
This is the drawback of learning advanced magical theories beyond one's level. Because one's own magical attainments are insufficient, it is easy to be led astray and become a follower who blindly follows others.
This problem can be solved with Galleons... Ryan shook the two empty bottles in his hand, lamenting that the tuition was too expensive. The two bottles of potion, which cost a total of six Galleons, could only help with about three hours of study.
In the following hours, Ryan divided the time into six-hour cycles. The first two hours were spent cracking traps and curses that might exist in other rooms of the underground space, collecting documents and alchemical items, and storing them in his ring. The middle two hours were spent translating manuscripts, and the last two hours were for rest, clearing his mind and calming his thoughts.
The confident prophet is not afraid to spend money. He takes his medicine every two hours, allowing ample time and not needing to time his medicine intake precisely.
Over three days, the ground was littered with empty bottles, making it look like a scene of alcohol abuse.
Ryan finally finished packing everything and completed the translation of the manuscript, at the cost of potions worth over seventy Galleons.
"In just three days, the potion expenses alone amounted to over seventy Galleons, equivalent to two months' income for most ordinary adult wizards. It seems necessary to release a few more new prophecies."
He planned to go to Gringotts to get money, sell any unwanted or sellable magical items, and purchase the amulets, potions, and other items he needed.
Of course, there are some things that cannot be sold... Ryan glanced at the silver chain wrapped around his wrist, which was adorned with some tiny beads.
This was the most precious material find of the expedition; when he discovered it, the bracelet was carefully preserved.