Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

Because it wasn't that long ago, George and Fred could still recall Professor Trelawney placing his hand on the crystal ball after hearing their request.

She wore a very elaborate purple robe, and her arms were covered with all sorts of ornaments, some gold and some silver.

The ornament looked very old and did not emit any magical fluctuations; it appeared to be just a pure ornament.

Trelawney closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly a strange, magical power surged in the air around them—this was what the professor called "spirit."

Just now, they tried dozens of times, but failed to elicit such a magical fluctuation.

This led the Weasley twins to believe that only Professor Trelawney's bloodline could produce this ability.

Despite the professor's repeated explanations that this ability was not unique to their family, and that anyone with a strong enough spirit could achieve this, this was a given.

But how many prophets are there in the wizarding world?

How many of them can truly be called great prophets?
The Professor Trelawney standing before them was a descendant of a great prophet.

Trelawney suddenly began to convulse, his pupils trembling and turning white in an instant.

The next second they saw the professor close his eyes, his expression becoming solemn.

She stood still, and spoke in a deep, ancient, and unfamiliar voice, as if it had drifted from afar:
"I saw it, I saw the energy in her, so bright and pure, burning my eyes like a blazing flame!"

Such powerful, such awe-inspiring energy! This is a power that has never been seen in the wizarding world before... Oh, how can this be? It's incredible. I can't even begin to grasp such greatness.

Don't worry, with her will, the world will make some concessions for her. What she wants will come true soon. I really want to see her future, but unfortunately, I can't look directly at it..."

Lin Xia pressed further: "What can't you look directly at?"

George shook his head: "I don't know, I didn't hear you clearly."

Fred added, "I didn't hear the last word either. She spoke very softly, and then it became a completely indistinguishable babbling, probably just some kind of vague sleep talking, incoherent and nonsensical. I have no idea what she was saying."

A hint of regret flashed across Lin Xia's expression: "I think the last sentence is very important."

This expression wasn't feigned; it was her inner intuition telling her that the last sentence, or the key word she didn't say at the end, was very important to her.

That word, those words, might have offered a glimpse into her future, but unfortunately, Professor Trelawney never said it.

George laughed and said, "That was just a vague rambling. We didn't understand it at all. When the professor finished her prophecy and regained her senses, she had no idea that she had ever prophesied about you."

The state she just entered during the prophecy seemed completely detached from her memory, as if she had lost her memory.

Fred replied, "Professor Trelawney often does this; he makes a prediction but doesn't remember it."

It's a pity we didn't think to bring out the recording device at the time, otherwise we could have recorded the entire prophecy process.

George shrugged and said helplessly, "Fred, every time we have her class, she makes more than a dozen predictions, and almost none of them are accurate. Who could have known that this time we would just happen to encounter a seemingly powerful prediction?"

At this point, the Weasley twins turned to look at Lin Xia, their eyes burning with intensity, and said:

"She said what you want will come true soon. What is it that you want? Can you tell me a little bit?"

Lin Xia replied uncertainly, "What I want? That's too broad a range."

I want many things, some of which are emotions, research fields, and mastering powerful magic. These things are inherently difficult to visualize.

To put it more simply, things like Galleon (a type of ginseng), research products selling extremely well, research yielding inspiration, and rapid progress... these are all things I want.

She paused, then smiled: "Who knows what I might achieve?"

The Weasley twins thought about it and agreed, so they stopped talking about it.

Besides this, they had another piece of news they wanted to share, but they only told the people in the research lab and didn't publicize it to the outside world.

Looking at their excited expressions, Lin Xia felt that the expressions were somewhat familiar; she had seen the same look on the twins' faces before.

Thinking back carefully, um... it seems like that was the expression they had when they told her that they had anonymously sent Professor Snape a few bottles of shampoo.

Lin Xia's heart skipped a beat.

The next second, George excitedly said, "We are so happy!"

After testing the ingredients of the last bottle of magic shampoo overnight, confirming there were no safety issues and that it worked well, they packed up all the previously tested magic shampoos and sent them to Professor Snape!

"Wait, what did you just say—"

Lin Xia couldn't help but interrupt them, "You packed up and sent out all the magic shampoo that had completed the tests before. How many bottles did you send?"

George said happily, "Not many bottles, just three cases."

He turned to look at Fred.

Fred replied knowingly, "About 100 bottles."

George frowned: "There should be more than 100 bottles. I remember each box was quite big, with spatial magic inside. It looked small, but the interior space was actually quite large."

Fred thought for a moment and said, “I can’t quite remember. I only remember that we collected all the best-selling, niche, and unpopular brands from many countries. Judging from the brands we’ve recorded, there are at least 200 bottles.”

Lin Xia was speechless.

After a long pause, she said, "Do you really think Professor Snape could use 200 bottles of shampoo by himself? Is that even possible?"

George smiled and said, "It should last him for a few years."

Fred: "If he thinks it's too much, we don't mind him giving some of the shampoo away."

When Monday came and classes started, Lin Xia finally knew what Snape planned to do with the shampoo.

She didn't attend Potions class, but she did have lunch in the Great Hall to find out what was going on. As she listened, she heard the students complaining.

"I had a bit of a cold, and when I went to the infirmary today, Madam Pang Lei handed me a bottle of magic potion. Can you imagine that the potion strangely produced layers of white foam?"

"My God, what is that terrifying thing?"

"I repeatedly asked Madam Pang Lei if she had given me the wrong medicine."

The lady said solemnly that she hadn't made a mistake; this was a new batch of potions sent by Professor Snape. The school had already tested its efficacy, and it was actually ten percent more potent than the usual potions. The student couldn't help but complain, "I suspect that the extra ten percent efficacy is achieved by sacrificing the potion's appearance. It looks too strange, and even the taste is very strange."

These words piqued the curiosity of the other students, who couldn't help but ask, "Just how strange is it?"

The student said, "The liquid felt very smooth as it went down my throat, a bit like drinking soapy water. Especially when I shook the potion vigorously, it produced a ring of white foam."

If it weren't a potion, I would have thought it was soapy water. It tastes even worse than before; I'm really afraid I drank poison!

Of course, the young wizard also added, "But this potion is really more effective than the previous ones. Two hours later, I no longer have any cold symptoms."

Some of the young wizards asked, "Did you taste what it was?"

The little wizard said, "It has a flavor, but the texture is really peculiar, a bit like mulberry bubble tea."

Mulberries?

Lin Xia silently repeated these two words in her mind, and suddenly recalled that last month, the Weasley twins took a break from their busy schedules to take a batch of newly delivered shampoo for safety testing.

She overheard their discussion—

"This batch of shampoo was shipped from Egypt. It is said to be made with a secret formula using mulberry fruit and vegetable extracts, which is very effective in preventing hair loss. It can just help save Professor Snape's increasingly thinning hair."

To be honest, Lin Xia sometimes felt sorry for Snape.

What kind of suffering did he endure to have two such idiot students who completely misunderstand the professor's needs?

It's hard to know what Snape's feelings were when he received those three large boxes of magical shampoo, or what his feelings were when he incorporated it into the potions he was making.

While Lin Xia was pondering, a major breakthrough was achieved in an experiment in a secret laboratory at Hogwarts.

Nicholson extracted the active ingredient from the truth serum, finally getting the mutants to speak, though they spoke a completely different, unfamiliar language.

It was neither the language of the world of evil gods nor the language of the world of wizards; it was a completely unfamiliar language system that no one could understand.

Researchers only had time to record the audio; the mutants, under the influence of the truth serum, only managed to utter a few words before immediately dying.

This major breakthrough excited Nicholson, as he was able to retain his research privileges over the seemingly ordinary quill pen!
The Hogwarts professor could no longer use the excuse of "unsuccessful experimental research" to revoke his research rights on the Slytherin quill.

Nicholson quickly relayed the news to Professor McGonagall through special channels. Coincidentally, Professor McGonagall was in a meeting with the other three deans, so they also learned of the news.

Professor Flitwick asked, "Minerva, may we come along and take a look?"

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, this research has made a major breakthrough, and I was going to tell you anyway. I'll give you the necessary permissions now."

The four heads of Hogwarts have all signed unique contracts with the school, contracts that operate at the level of the soul.

They can never betray Hogwarts' inside information. If they harbor any ill will towards the school, the contract will detect it, and they will become useless.

Of course, the contract can be circumvented to some extent. The four deans have certain powers, unlike other professors who are restricted so strictly.

If they only leak some superficial information without involving the academy's core secrets, they will not suffer the backlash of the contract.

Even so, Professor McGonagall could choose not to tell the other three deans about this achievement.

This was, after all, a secret, a mission specifically issued by the Ministry of Magic with heightened secrecy.

You can tell them this news; Professor McGonagall also used her authority to vouch for them.

Without a guarantor, even the three deans, at their level, would not have been able to access this information in detail.

McGonagall was willing to let the three deans go in as well because she felt that Nicholson's mental state was not good.

She felt uneasy the last time she saw him.

That's the feeling of losing control over something.

After navigating through layers of interconnected spaces and undergoing rigorous scrutiny, McGonagall, accompanied by the other three deans, arrived at Nicholson's secret office.

Nicholson made no secret of his fondness for Slytherin quills, openly placing them in the center of his desk for easy viewing at any time.

On either side of the desk were piles of documents, which were the work he urgently needed to deal with.

Seeing several wizards arrive together, Nicholson remained calm, unsurprised.

He looked at McGonagall and said, "The audio has been recorded. It's an unfamiliar language system, and even our researchers can't find a way to decipher it for the time being. The Ministry of Magic needs to hand it over to a specialized linguistics master to decipher it."

McGonagall asked, "Could they be from the world of evil gods?"

Nicholson shook his head: "No, it's a completely different language system. I suspect that before the evil god world occupied that planet, the language used by the local natives was this language, but we don't have the relevant information to verify it."

He gave McGonagall a file, which she flipped through and frowned at: "Why would they die after saying just a few words?"

Nicholson: "There are three reasons. One reason is that they were already in a weakened state and could not withstand the power of the truth serum, so they died."

The second reason is that what they said touched upon the level of laws, so neither the wizarding world nor the world of evil gods could tolerate it.

They were strangled by the laws of nature, and the state of their deaths perfectly reflected the state of being strangled by the laws of nature.

McGonagall continued, "And what's the third reason?"

Nicholson: "The third reason is quite simple: they spoke the truth under the influence of the truth serum, which means they were affected by the rules of the wizarding world."

The wizarding world cannot tolerate them, considering them outsiders, and thus exterminates them the moment they are detected.

Nicholson paused, then said in a hoarse voice, "At present, the first and third guesses seem very likely, but we need to do more experiments."

The other professors recognized Nicholson; he was a very talented person in the field of research.

Before Lin Xia emerged, all the myths and legends left in the research field were created by Nicholson.

Throughout the entire conversation, Nicholson didn't look at them once, nor did he show any desire to communicate.

This is not surprising; most researchers are quite proud, and they are actually not qualified to speak with Nicholson. (End of Chapter)