Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

"Time Potion!"

Cheng Xiao shuddered when he heard the name.

However, after pressing for details and learning about the effects of the medicine, I felt like I had been tricked.

"If a potion that can remove petrification can be called a resurrection potion, then I know that this time potion is also a sham."

Despite saying that, Cheng Xiao still obediently took a bottle.

Cheng Xiao discovered that the ability of a medicine could be judged simply by its quantity.

The more finished potions in this room, the lower their value will inevitably be.

For example, the treatment types mentioned earlier are arguably the most numerous.

Secondly, there are only a few dozen bottles of hiccup medication, anti-aging medication, and aphrodisiacs.

Then there were only a dozen or so bottles, seven or eight bottles.

For example, purification potions, shrinking potions, stabilizing potions, etc.

There is only one bottle in the empty space for storing time-retention potions.

So Cheng Xiao was also puzzled. Was this really just a stroke of incredible luck?

Or is it just another trap?

The liquid in the glass bottle shimmered with a white light; judging by its appearance alone, it was certainly extraordinary.

However, Hermione's description of the effects of this time-retention potion left Cheng Xiao with a difficult question.

It can make time appear to slow down for the user.

One drop represents a day.

Yes, that's the only effect.

Moreover, it only slows down time in a mental sense, rather than changing time in a real sense.

However, this effect has a unique characteristic: it can accumulate.

If we were to count the drops, Cheng Xiao estimated that this vial of medicine contained at least a hundred drops.

A single use can extend a moment in the mind's eye to more than three months.

But the question is, what's the point of all this?
I thought and thought but no brilliant idea came to mind.

That's why Cheng Xiao felt like he had been tricked.

However, after acquiring this impressive time-recovery potion, the four of them thoroughly searched the entire room.

A few hours later.

When the four people disappeared from the room.

The entire potion room has been restored to its original state, and it can be said that it is exactly the same as before.

The only difference is that the medicine in most of the glass bottles has been changed to a colored liquid.

These liquids, made by Moss, are practically indistinguishable from real potions, except for their lack of effect.

Whether it's the color, the taste, or the viscosity, it's exactly the same.

According to Moss, if you actually drink it, you can also replenish sugar and vitamins.

As for who would ultimately get their hands on these counterfeit and substandard medicines, Cheng Xiao had no idea.

"Oh, by the way, remember to pay attention in the first class tomorrow."

These were the last words Cheng Xiao spoke when he put away the Death Flame and they parted ways.
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The entrance to the Gryffindor common rest area.

The three of them, feeling refreshed once again, subconsciously touched their brows.

After all, this is only the second time.

Using this special method to replace sleeping just doesn't feel quite right.

"Hermione, what kind of magic did Brother Cheng use?"

"Why don't we ever need to sleep?"

“Is there really no side effect?”

As Harry spoke, Ron began to stretch his body, and soon Ron exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh my god, my hand is all better?"

"Look."

Ron looked at the wound on the back of his hand, which now only had a pinkish mark left, and exclaimed in surprise.

If he remembered correctly, he had accidentally cut himself when he entered Hagrid's cabin last night.

It healed in just one night!!!
Ron discovered the problem.

The three of them began to search their bodies.

It was only then that they realized that not needing to sleep seemed to be the most insignificant effect of that golden flame.

Because the scars on their bodies from their childhood mischief had all become lighter to varying degrees.

Some of the less severe cases have even disappeared completely.

For example, a pimple on Ron's face.

After putting down the mirror, Ron clenched his fists, his face serious:

"If that's the case, then I can go without sleeping for the next month!"

Ron answered with a croak.

Because at some point a toad the size of an adult's palm jumped out.

It was Neville's pet, Lucky.

In that short time, the students who had rested overnight started to get up and wash.

Harry and his two friends exchanged a glance and naturally blended in.

The first class after the start of the school year.

Classrooms on the first floor.

Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The only difference is that today's lecturer has changed from Professor Lupin to Mad-Eye Moody.

None of the three main characters forgot their last words when they parted at dawn.

Bang!
There was a loud bang.

Watching the figure use a magic wand to close the classroom door.

All the students sensed that this new teacher was not someone to be trifled with.

They all transformed into quiet little chicks.

The wand swung across the blackboard, leaving a trail of marks with a scraping sound.

This young Barty, disguised as Moody, has also begun his formal classes.

The limping figure spun around on the stage, wrote his name, and then spoke with his back to everyone.

"From the moment I entered the room, 21 out of the 36 students were looking at my left leg."

Fourteen people are looking into my eyes.

"And guess what he's doing right now!"

When he said the last sentence, Moody's voice suddenly became louder and he turned around abruptly.

"Mr. Fenigan, if you want your gum stuck under the table, then get out!"

After he finished speaking, the other students, who had already sat up straight, all turned to look at the lucky protagonist.

Moody also suddenly threw the piece of chalk in his hand.

It hit the student who was chewing gum during class with perfect accuracy.

Looking at the quiet classroom, Moody turned around again and waved his hand on the blackboard.

But it was at this time.

The person who got hit on the forehead with chalk muttered:
"This old geezer can actually see what's behind his head."

Whoosh!
Moody threw the remaining half of the chalk away without looking back.

It hit the same spot again.

"Ow."

Then Moody turned around again and addressed all the students:
"I can not only see what's behind me, I can also hear what's behind me."

“If Mr. Fenigan wants this ability, I can take your eyes off him.”

"Make yourself like me!"

After Moody finished speaking, he actually removed his left eye.

The removed eyeball was still moving, staring at the students in the classroom.

Upon seeing this, some of the more timid people below screamed in terror.

Moody, without mincing words, said, "To those gentlemen who are afraid, I advise you to go home, because you are not suited for magic." He then put his glasses back on and slammed his fist on the blackboard.

Bang bang bang!
It had three words on it: Black Magic!
What is black magic?

"Black magic is just an excuse that fools use to justify their inability to practice or learn it!"

"Magic, it's magic!"

"I don't have black and white here, or any other random colors."

"Because I believe even more strongly that practice yields true knowledge!"

"But unfortunately, this view is not accepted by most people, including you."

"So from now on, we'll continue to address each other the way you do."

"Most magicians combine the three most feared spells together and then give them a very ironic name."

Moody wrote a noun under the word "black magic".

"Unforgivable."

After finishing writing, Moody looked at everyone in the classroom and finally smiled:
“Very good. Judging from your expressions, I know some of you know this, right?”

"First of all, can anyone tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are in Black Magic!"

“Very good, Miss Granger!”

Hermione lowered her hand and said:
"Three, professors."

"Yes, do you know why it's called that?"

"It's because they are unforgivable."

“Use any…”

Moody didn't let Hermione answer the question completely, interrupting her to continue:

"That's right, you won't be leaving Azkaban prison after using any of the Unforgivable Spells!"

"Those people in the Ministry of Magic think these three magic spells are unsuitable for children or even most magicians, but I don't think so!"

"First, you need to know what your opponents are capable of. I can tell you right now that every one of them is a master of the Unforgivable Curse!"

The classroom is now completely in Moody's rhythm.

Upon hearing this, a student in the first row immediately raised his hand and asked:
"why?"

Moody nodded:

"Mr. Kennedy, that's a good question. The reason is simple: the Unforgivable Curse is powerful, convenient, and fast!"

"Therefore, you can only be prepared to face the Unforgivable Curse if you know and understand it."

Moody walked down from the podium and looked at Harry, who was sitting in the second row.

"So, which one should I show you first?"

The moment their eyes met, Harry and Ron immediately lowered their heads.

Moody simply assumed that his actions had frightened the students and didn't think much of it.

Because they weren't the only two students who lowered their heads in his line of sight.

Seeing this, Moody walked over and said, "Mr. Weasley!"

Ron, quick-witted, said, "Here, Professor."

"stand up."

Ron did as he was told.

“Say a spell, I think you should know one of them, right?”

Ron looked at Moody nervously: "My father once told me about one called the Imperius Curse!"

Moody suddenly turned around and faced Ron face to face.

The sudden movement and gaze startled Ron so much that his legs went weak and he sat down decisively.

"Yes, your father must know that spell."

"After all, this magic caused the Ministry of Magic quite a bit of trouble back then!"

After saying this, Moody limped to the podium and lifted the black cloth covering it.

Then a flurry of shouts erupted throughout the classroom.

The lectern was covered with all sorts of insects, and there were quite a lot of them.

The transparency of the glassware made it extremely easy for the students in the front rows to see.

The sight of insects piled on top of each other sent chills down Harry and Ron's spine.

However, Moody saw these insects as cute little creatures.

Moody's eyes gleamed with a chilling light, and he licked his lips with his tongue.
"Alright, let's see who the lucky one is this time..."

"It's you, my darling, oh, what a beautiful little beauty."

Having found his target, Moody reached into one of the glass jars.

Then a patterned spider the size of a fist crawled onto Moody's palm.

"Grow bigger quickly!"

As the incantation was uttered.

The spider, which was originally the size of a palm fist, has grown to look like a human head.

Of course, this size should include the spider legs.

Even so, most of the students showed signs of fear.

Moody's incantation wasn't finished yet. His wand remained still, but his voice was several decibels louder than before as he shouted, "Out of body!"

All the students saw was something disappearing from the spider into the wand.

The spider then ceased all movement, remaining frozen in Moody's hand like a sculpture.

At the same time, Moody spoke up:
"The Imperius Curse's spell is to separate the soul from the body. In essence, this magic is to seize the target's soul and spirit, thereby gaining the ability to control the target."

"Moreover, this manipulation is extremely powerful; now everyone is watching this spider."

As Moody spoke, he lightly waved his wand, and the previously motionless spider suddenly leaped up, flew between Harry and Ron, and landed on Neville's textbook.

This caused the person to scream in alarm.

"what!!!"

Upon seeing this, Moody burst into a fit of madness and laughter.

"Haha, don't worry about the child, she won't hurt anyone."

"Because I'm the one controlling him!"

As they were talking, the spider, the size of a human head, leaped up again and landed on the head of a chubby student, helping to comb his messy hair.

That's exactly what caused him to start shaking all over.

And the frequency is quite exaggerated.

This comical scene made the other students around burst into laughter.

But then, the spider would visit whoever laughed the loudest.

One second they're laughing at others, the next second their expression freezes when a spider lands on them.

For example, the next one.

"What are you laughing at, Mr. Malfoy!"

Moody's tone betrayed his undisguised disgust.

But at this point, few people had time to investigate why this person disliked Malfoy.

Because of the next moment.

The spider leaped and swam with extraordinary speed, transforming itself into a different person in the blink of an eye.

As Malfoy looked at the spider that had come up to his nose, the smile on his face finally turned into panic.

He immediately shouted to the person next to him:

"Crawb, help me!"

"Take it away!"

Crabbe, who sat next to Crabbe, gritted his teeth and waved his hand vigorously, but he didn't dare to touch her.

To Harry, this scene looked more like fanning the spider.

Harry used great self-control to keep himself from laughing out loud.

But Harry held back, while Ron started clapping, as if he wasn't the one who had been stunned at the beginning.

Once the spider had landed evenly on each student's head, Moody controlled it back into his hand.

"Did you see that, everyone? That's the Soul-Stealing Curse!" (End of Chapter)