[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Researching and creating enchantments is not an easy task.

Even if Gryffindor wanted to think about it with Ravenclaw, it is a pity that Ravenclaw has recently been so focused on the Floo network conceived by Slytherin that he has no time to talk to him at all.

What I have to sigh with emotion is that the thoughts that keep popping up in Slytherin's mind always make people unable to help but want to snoop and get more.

While admiring, I was curious about the origin of these ideas—for example, why is the connection point of the Floo network a fireplace?

Gryffindor knew that Slytherin had always hated riding in a carriage, and would never choose other ways of movement if he could apparate. Even though apparation didn't feel that good, it was very popular with Slytherin.

If the Floo network is built, Gryffindor fully believes that there will be a two-way connection between Hogwarts and Slytherin Manor. Once it is successfully smashed out by Ravenclaw, the four of them will be in the wizarding world again. Marked a mark in the history of the world.

But now is not the time to imagine the future.

There was something wrong with Gryffindor's research on the spell, he shook his head, suppressed his steps to leave the cellar immediately, took out a series of tools from the cabinet, and left the cellar in a hurry .

——It seems that he accidentally turned Muggle expelling magic circle into expelling wizards.

Gryffindor rubbed his nose awkwardly, adjusted the small tool bag he was carrying, and prayed that he could solve the matter satisfactorily before Slytherin went back to the cellar and found something was wrong.

Now, he needs to go to the Forbidden Forest to pick a herb.

It is a bit difficult to find, but it can be used in the same way as the fish gill grass. Gryffindor needs it to strengthen his mental power that is always shaken by the magic circle in the cellar, and to erase the traces of failed products .

He wouldn't tell others, and he himself couldn't get close to the completed... magic circle that expelled wizards.

"Professor Gryffindor! Are you going to the Forbidden Forest?" A little wizard leaned forward and grabbed Gryffindor's sleeve, his little face raised against the sun, looking very cute.

"Yes, but you can't follow." Gryffindor was in a good mood, bent down and patted the little wizard's head, feeling unsatisfactory and rubbing it again.

The little wizard came from Ravenclaw, with a tight little face, and his serious look looked extra soft on his pink face.

"Professor, there is a black cloud beside you." The little wizard put the tea saucer in front of Gryffindor's eyes, and pointed to the two lumps of black boiled tea leaves in the saucer.

Gryffindor lowered his head, observed the wet tea leaves that had cooled down for a long while but still exuded a faint tea fragrance, and finally came to a conclusion.

——Rowena took Salazar's favorite tea and contributed it to Trelawney as a teaching resource.

Gryffindor doesn't understand divination, even though he has a strong interest in divination, but his talent dooms him to no possibility of achieving success in divination.

He is not alone. There are very few wizards who are talented in divination. Except for a few specific families who have always inherited the talent and special methods of divination, there cannot be a single wizard from other wizard families or witches for hundreds of years. Here comes the little guy with a talent for divination.

And Gryffindor, who has been hit again and again by the course of divination, keeps a respectful distance from this course that is not sure what it is.

In a word—except for the divination results set by Trelawney and the centaurs, he didn't believe anyone else at all.

It's just that Gryffindor couldn't say anything serious about the little wizard.

"What is this foreshadowing?" Gryffindor raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Ominous." The little wizard's eyes sparkled, excited at the fact that Gryffindor was willing to talk to him.

Gryffindor shrugged and patted the little wizard on the shoulder, "Little guy, I'm Gryffindor—even ominous can't defeat the great Godric Gryffindor knight!"

The little wizard looked at Gryffindor, his eyes sparkled with admiration, and seeing the posture of the dean of the full-fledged Gryffindor College, one couldn't help but wonder whether the badge on his chest should be replaced with a golden red Come.

"Professor! I've seen your heroic dragon slaying!" The little wizard gestured, and his face, which was pretending to be calm, finally couldn't hold back. "The elves have recorded everything! I..."

"Little guy, thank you very much for your worship." Gryffindor interrupted him guiltily while enjoying the little wizard's worship, "but I still have something to do now."

"Sorry to disturb you, Professor!" The little wizard waved the tea saucer in his hand, and the wet tea leaves were thrown out with his movements.

"Don't follow, little guy." Gryffindor couldn't help but rubbed the little wizard's head again, waved his hand, and then turned and entered the Forbidden Forest.

The little wizard standing by the edge of the Forbidden Forest calmed down for a while before realizing that the divination props in his saucer had been thrown to the ground.

He knelt down and looked at the traces of the deformed tea leaves on the ground, his eyes were a little puzzled.

The slender snake was shrouded in black fog.

The little wizard squatted for a long time but couldn't understand what this omen meant. The object of his divination was Gryffindor, the hero in his heart, but the snake shape could only remind him of Principal Slytherin. After looking at the tea leaves on the ground, he hesitated and decided to tell Gryffindor the result after he returned from the Forbidden Forest.

……

Even in broad daylight when the sun is shining brightly, the soft and moist land deep in the Forbidden Forest cannot enjoy the sunshine.

The air here is thick with water vapor, the dull and sticky feeling makes the loose clothes stick tightly to the body, and the rotten smell in the air makes it difficult to breathe.

Not long after walking, the robust Gryffindor also felt a little out of breath.

Gryffindor, who was sweating all over his body, finally stopped, with helplessness on his sweaty face.

Only at this time, Slytherin, who can always take out all kinds of potions from his pocket, is extremely important. It's a pity that Gryffindor didn't bring Slytherin with him.

Gryffindor took a sip of water, never felt so fucked up in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

But that's right, Slytherin had always led the way before, or he would frequently enter the Forbidden Forest only after he knew the way to the centaur tribe.

Strictly speaking, it seems that Gryffindor entered the depths of the Forbidden Forest alone for the first time after coming to Hogwarts.

The thorns wrapped around the bushes and the trunks of tall trees, showing off their might in the dark jungle ferociously.

Apart from the sound of breathing, all Gryffindor could capture was the rustling sound of dead leaves colliding with insects crawling on the loose ground.

In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, where even the wind cannot blow, there is no formed road here, and the trees and creatures maintain the most primitive life attitude, surviving in this deep and dense forest.

The road ahead appears long and mysterious.

Gryffindor felt that it had been a long time since he had such a strong desire to explore the way forward. The urge for adventure and passion touched Gryffindor's nerves, luring him to explore deeper into the thorny thorns.

Gryffindor obeyed his will without hesitation—the life at Hogwarts was so ordinary that it made him itch all over, especially when Slytherin was often out of his sight.

He hasn't done any adventures for a long time. Although he fought a giant dragon face-to-face two years ago, it's just that he has a character that can't be idle. Two years is already a very long time for him.

Of course, he did not forget the purpose of coming to the Forbidden Forest.

Gryffindor kept an eye out for the herb he was looking for as he brushed away the thorns to avoid being scratched.

If he found it, he would go back to Hogwarts, and after getting the Muggle-repelling spell and the magic circle done, he would have to find out the inside and outside of the Forbidden Forest.

Thinking so, Gryffindor used his glowing wand to push away the dark corner in front of him that was covered by emerald green vines.

The harvest always comes inadvertently.

After stumbling forward for a long way, Gryffindor finally found a herb that was very inconspicuous surrounded by a bunch of dead vines.

This kind of medicinal material loves shade, cannot see the light before it matures, and is very domineering. During its growth, it will crazily snatch the nutrients of other plants, and the bundle of dead vines that wraps it is the victim of its growth.

And the circle around this small medicinal herb is completely different from the vigorous vegetation around it. This small area forms a unique circle.

The vines and grass were all withered, and the thorns with strong vitality also avoided this small area, and climbed up a tall tree next to it.

Gryffindor carefully picked off the medicinal materials, put them away, wiped off the rolling sweat, and prepared to go home.

The sweltering heat of the Forbidden Forest forced Gryffindor to take off his loose wizard robes, and was only wearing a clean white shirt and breeches that fit closely to the contours of his legs.

There were red and swollen scars drawn by thorns on his face and arms, as well as traces of mosquito bites in the Forbidden Forest, which were unwilling to be lonely even in late autumn.

Gryffindor looked down at a mosquito that landed on his arm, it was a bit big, so big that Gryffindor could clearly see it sticking out the straw and digging into his flesh.

Gryffindor raised his hand and slapped the mosquito to death, and rubbed the bitten place, feeling a little too itchy.

Then I remembered what Slytherin said, most of the insects and creatures in the Forbidden Forest are more or less poisonous.

Gryffindor looked worriedly at his rapidly swollen arm, waved his wand to light up the fluorescent lights, and hurried to the path he had marked.

He thought he would only look for it on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. If it really didn't work, there's the medicine store in Diagon Alley, right?

So Gryffindor didn't bring any potions, and rushed in without even taking any protective measures.

Thinking about it now, he regretted his impulsiveness a bit, but this did not affect Gryffindor's previous determination.

It will be a matter of time before he wants to search the Forbidden Forest all over.

For this reason, he found a good excuse for himself - even if there are horsemen guarding the Forbidden Forest, it will not be able to stop other races from entering, right? How many, if the contract can be signed, it will be settled as soon as possible.

Little wizards can't stand a breath or a sip of venom from magical creatures.

The Godric Gryffindor knight who was thinking about it was so careless that he didn't realize at all that the route he followed the mark had completely deviated from the direction he came from.

——He once again went straight to the deeper part of the Forbidden Forest.