After a duel that Bellatrix found quite boring, she had new troubles again.
She lost her past peace, and wherever she went, it seemed someone was looking at her with sparkling eyes, as if she had a lot of fans.
This made her feel very unaccustomed to it.
Therefore, she had to lead a secluded life.
Aside from attending classes and going to the library, she basically stayed in the Slytherin common Room.
But the Slytherin lounge was not a private place after all.
When she sometimes wanted to try some interesting magic experiments, her dormitory was really not very convenient.
Thus, she also remembered the very famous Room of Requirement from the original book.
Relying on her increasingly vague memory, she came to the eighth floor of the Castle and found the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being beaten by a Troll.
Then she thought in her mind, “I need a Room to practice magic!” “I need a Room to practice magic!” “I need a Room to practice magic!”…
To the extent that it formed a psychological suggestion, and then she passed by that wall three times.
Sure enough, after the third time, a door appeared on the wall.
She pushed open that door, and inside was an unusually spacious Room.
And on one side, there were many magic dummies.
She had seen in books at home that this kind of magic dummy had a physique similar to a Wizard, so it could be used to experiment with various magic.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help showing a satisfied smile.
Since then, she began a three-point-line life consisting of the classroom, the library, and the Room of Requirement.
Almost except for resting, she didn’t even return to the lounge much.
It was also during this time that she began to discover that she seemed to have a natural affinity for the Dark Arts.
If she had to use data to express her talent, her data might be like this:
Bellatrix Black
Transfiguration Talent: 7 / 10 (“Transfiguration is not difficult for you.”)
Potion Talent: 7 / 10 (“Potion can become your assistance.”)
Herbology Talent: 5 / 10 (“It seems you are not considered talented.”)
Dark Arts Talent / Defense Against the Dark Arts Talent: 10 / 10 (“In this field, you will never fear challenges.”)
Divination Talent: 1 / 10 (“Forget it, you better not research it.”)
Flight Talent: 2 / 10 (“People who are afraid of heights should not try it casually.”)
In her imagination, a talent reaching 6 should be considered someone with small talent in the eyes of ordinary people, but she felt that in the field of Dark Arts, she might even be unusually good, to the point where being discovered would send her to Azkaban.
For example, in the previous duel, the minor jinx “Densaugeo” she used was practiced just a few times when she was bored, and it reached a level that many people could not achieve in one or two years.
At the same time, she found that in family records, using this kind of prank-natured magic would cause subtle changes in personality in a short time, but she didn’t have any at all, which made her can’t help but sigh at the magic of family bloodline.
Moreover, there were some very difficult Dark Arts.
Although she hadn’t practiced them yet, she felt that as long as she tried, she should be able to master them almost.
This cognition made her expression somewhat unsettled.
After all, if she practiced too much Dark Arts, thinking of Bellatrix’s crazy appearance in the future, she felt a bit chilled.
At the same time, nowadays, and even for the next 20 years or so, it was Dumbledore’s era, and given old Dumbledore’s petty nature, she didn’t believe she wouldn’t be focused on.
And once she was focused on by Dumbledore, she might not have a good end in the future.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt she couldn’t continue like this.
Therefore, she reduced her investment in the Dark Arts, and instead began to study the principles of magic—or rather, the essence of magic.
Although it was still very immature, she was still walking on the right path.
Just like this, she often stopped the Professor who had finished teaching class and asked some more in-depth topics.
This day, after Potion Class ended again, she stopped Professor Slughorn.
“Professor, I recently self-studied a book called Potion Technique Variations”.
It said that what is important for Potion is a kind of feeling, rather than purely mechanical operation.
But the Potion procedures taught in the school are all very standardized.
Slughorn had long been accustomed to Bellatrix’s questions, and this time’s question even hit a point that students rarely paid attention to.
“Originally, this should be something I would slowly teach those talented students after they joined my club, but now… considering that you are of the House of Black, I will demonstrate it to you once. How much you can learn and remember is up to you, otherwise wait until next year when you join my club.”
He didn’t say anything more, but instead took out two sets of materials used for the healing Potion taught in this class.
For the first set of materials, he completed them step by step using the steps taught in class.
Bellatrix didn’t expect to see the word elegance on a somewhat greasy-looking middle-aged man, but when he brewed the Potion, his whole person was as elegant and light as a ballet dancer.
Under the condition that every step was extremely precise, the final finished product was also a very perfect blue, clear and transparent.
Bellatrix thought of the finished product she made in class.
Compared to this, it was unusually turbid.
Although it was also blue, it was filled with some fine impurities as if.
For the second set of materials, the Professor handled them more casually.
Clearly the dosage of some materials was a bit much, while some materials were even just a little bit.
The most interesting thing was that when brewing, the size of the flame was not even stable.
During the two brews, the only identical point might be the order in which the materials were added, as well as the direction and number of times the wand was stirred.
However, Bellatrix noticed that the Professor was not really operating randomly.
When stirring the cauldron, if the flame was too big, he would stir a bit faster; if the flame was small, he would stir a bit slower, or even stop and wait.
Throughout the entire brewing process, the things on the table seemed to have become the Professor’s toys, wantonly played with.
Finally, when the finished product was poured out of the cauldron, it was as if she saw a blue galaxy.
Within the finished Potion, it seemed as if a starry sky was rotating.
Then he handed the two Potions to Bellatrix, “Take them. If you can find the difference between these two Potions and replicate the second Potion, my club welcomes you anytime.”
With that, he left the classroom without turning his head back.
And Bellatrix began to daze looking at the second Potion.
She took the two Potions to the Room of Requirement, wanting to test the difference between the two Potions.