Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 42
In William's view, a perfect place to preserve these snake eggs should meet at least several conditions:
First of all, it should be spacious enough to facilitate the entry and exit of personnel and the storage of snake eggs, as well as the ability to make snake eggs into potions on the spot; secondly, it should be safe enough, even if all the fire gray snake eggs are accidentally hatched Come out, it will not cause too serious consequences.

Not only that, but it should be stealthy enough.

At least enough to fool some daring Grangers.

Of course, almost all of the above conditions can be easily replaced by one condition - even if the whole place is burned to scorched earth, it will not feel bad, and may even make a small profit.

"Hagrid, do you know if there's a bigger... empty... place in the Forbidden Forest that you wouldn't be afraid of even if it was all set on fire?

Like an underground cave or something? "

William "hinted" that he was about to say the answer.

"Let me see... No, no, no, you're not talking about Aragog's lair!
He won't agree, it's too dangerous! "

Hagrid flapped his hands and stammered.But the danger he was talking about was obviously not to the wizard, but to the big acromantula Aragog that could eat people.

——When you hatched the Ash Snake in the hut just now, you didn't feel too dangerous.

That's what William wanted to say.

"You can tell me where the lair is.

I have always had a unique way of persuading people, especially spiders. "

He said sincerely.

Among all the insects, William hated the hairy, multi-legged creatures like spiders second only to mosquitoes - but for acromantids whose venom was worth a lot of Galleons, he could break this position.

William really likes acromantula.

The half-dead ones that could let him grab the venom.

William, who has read the original book, naturally knows that if he negotiates by himself, there will be no doubt about the result—Aragok will reveal his true colors, and he will have a reason.

"Really?"

Hagrid eyed William suspiciously.

"Hey, William.

There is a lot of poisonous gas in the acromantia's nest, and we don't want to blow up the entire forbidden forest. "

Professor Kettleburn saves Hagrid just in time.

"Tsk."

William shook his head regretfully.

"Your idea does sound good though - I suppose we could try digging one up ourselves?
You know, it's not very complicated, if you use blasting spells and polymorphs. "

Professor Kettleburn thought about it seriously.

His idea reminded William.

——William also thinks this idea is quite good. There is a huge acromantula nest under the Forbidden Forest, which proves that the geological structure here is actually quite stable.

With the power of the spell, they might even be able to finish the project before winter hits.

Although originally according to his idea, after he failed to negotiate with Aragog, maybe before Halloween, an unfortunate accident and an avoidable "misfire" could burn the spider hole clean, and then Re-til the floors and walls.

With the help of the traceless extension spell, the size of this underground world may be many times larger.He could dig a passage to Hogsmeade and build his own alchemy workshop here.

"Think about it, we can mass-produce ash snake eggs, make them into potions in the potion factory, and then sell them directly to the waiting dealers in Hogsmeade."

William painted his beautiful blueprint:
"Professor Kettleburn, think about it, no matter how many or what kind of cuties you have here, you can easily and safely feed them.

And Hagrid, you can come and take care of all kinds of magical creatures at any time, and there is enough bourbon and fire whiskey. "

Professor Kettleburn and Hagrid nodded blankly.

They haven't figured it out yet.

Just a moment ago, they were still discussing how to deal with the fire ash snake eggs. Why did they turn into mass production of snake eggs and the construction of a potion factory?

To be honest, William didn't think of it himself.

Although he was skeptical about making dumplings with vinegar, the more William thought about it, the more he felt that this was a feasible project.

— At least an interesting project.

"But William, do you know how to make them into potions? I don't think Professor Snape will be happy"

But Hagrid asked with some concern.

If William really dared to go to Professor Snape to ask how to make the "Love Potion"—even though he had been in good health for a long time, Snape would not hesitate to pull out his wand and give him a knife "Shen Feng Wu Ying" ".

The kind facing the aorta of the neck.

"Take it easy, Hagrid."

I wanted to pat Hagrid on the shoulder, but William found that he was not tall enough, so he could only pat his elbow instead, comforting him.

Although William has never made love potions, he has developed a few more interesting gadgets—at least the effect is better than that of the euphemistically named "beauty" on Diagon Alley, whose main business is dedicated to "solving witches." Spots and Acne Problems" at Mrs. Primpinell's Beauty Potions.

"Then the rest is a question"

William sighed and looked at the pile of ash snake eggs - how to preserve them until his cold storage was repaired, now there seems to be only one spell that can solve it.

There is only one spell.

"So...if I understand correctly.

You want me to agree to dig a big hole under Hogwarts to build a... Fantastic Creatures Industrial Complex, and a... Potion Factory? "

After listening to William's business plan, Professor Dumbledore adjusted his wizard hat and asked prudently, "What made you think of such a controversial and brave thing."

——In the decades since he was the headmaster, he has never heard of such an outrageous request.

But the applicant is still serious.

"That's right, our 'New Line Club' already has a supervisor, and has been approved by Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick - at least they didn't object, and let me come to you - now there is only one activity missing The venue is ready, we are going to finance it ourselves.”

William was grinning like a normal fourth year trying to start a club - there's no reason the Ministry of Magic could fly in with Albus Dumbledore, but he couldn't.

Naturally, he chose the name casually.

After thinking about it, he felt that at least all the rules on the surface should be met.

Because only in this way can Professor Dumbledore be given room to "agree" to this "little" request.

Isn't it just digging out a space as big as a Quidditch pitch under the Forbidden Forest, and stacking a dozen spells on it by the way, so that it can finally be as high as an eight-story building?
Just a little club activity.

"Hogwarts requires clubs to have at least seven members when they start, and here are our signatures.

You'll find there's even one more. "

A piece of parchment with the club's name and official members' autographs was taken out of the shoulder bag, and William handed it to Professor Dumbledore.

Before coming to the vaulted headmaster's office on the eighth floor, he made some preparations, not only went to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, asked for their "permission", but also dragged Harry into the battle car.

"In order to thank the school for its support, our club will also give 30% of the proceeds to the school in the form of an anonymous donation without asking for anything in return.

Take . as an expression of our gratitude. "

William drew out another card—an anonymous donation, which means that the donor has no requirements on the direction of the use of the funds, which means that Dumbledore, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, can dispose of the funds at will.

Dumbledore is not an island.

He has the entire Order of the Phoenix to consider - if Dumbledore had a lot of money, he would not have let Lupine live in such a poor way in the first place.

"Ok?"

Dumbledore sat up slightly.

"Mr. Buffalo, has anyone ever told you that you might be a good fit for a businessman?"

He said with a smile.

William knew that the White Wizard was finally serious.

　Thanks for the monthly pass to the child who cries in the middle of the night.

　　Thanks to Asprin for the monthly pass.

　　Thanks for the reward called our 囧哥.

　　Thanks for the reward of Yae Village Flavored Rice Balls.

　　Welcome to the group to play.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)