This is why Zuo Si has always been a maverick in the school. Not only did he deliberately have a bad relationship with the students in his own college, but he also did not have much interaction with people from other colleges.

In addition to not wanting to play house with a group of children, it was more to make Dumbledore clearly realize that there is an essential difference between himself and Voldemort.

"What did Gemma Farley tell you?"

After the Slytherin prefect left, Hermione came over and asked cautiously.

Zuo Si smiled and responded: "It's nothing, just some boring tricks.

She tried to ease the tension between me and other students in the college, and then used it as a bargaining chip to gain greater prestige and influence.

In Slytherin, there are countless ambitious guys like this, but she is one of the few people who has no grudge against me.

By the way, you are dressed like this because you want to watch a Quidditch match, right?"

Hermione lowered her head and glanced at the conspicuous Gryffindor scarf and house badge on her body, and sighed slightly.

"Sigh - I just don't want anything to happen to Harry. You know, although his parents are both wizards, he grew up in a Muggle family, and his knowledge of Quidditch is limited to these two short years after he entered school.

Over many months, the total training time does not exceed one hundred hours."

"Then I hope you have fun. If George and Fred really knock Marcus Flint off his broom, remember to tell me when it's over."

After saying this, Zuo Si stood up and turned around and disappeared around the corner of the stairs leading to the upper floor under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

You must know that during this time, almost all the students and professors in the school were attracted by the upcoming Quidditch match, so the entire castle was surprisingly quiet.

After a while, he returned to the room specially assigned for his experiments.

Just as Zuo Si was about to take advantage of this unoccupied opportunity and try to create a killer weapon like a Bludger, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside.

In about two or three seconds, the closed door opened automatically, followed by Quirinus Quirrell, who always wore a wide turban, walked in from the outside.

"What do you want, Professor?"

Zuo Si narrowed his eyes and instantly became more vigilant.

Because according to the original plot, this guy should go to the stadium and cast a curse on Harry Potter's broomstick.

"Why didn't you go to the stadium to watch the Quidditch match like other students?" Quirrell asked with interest.

At this moment, his manner of speaking was not at all like his usual stammering, timid appearance. Not only was he very fluent, but his tone also had a strong sense of superiority.

Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be dismissive: "Because I have no interest in the wizarding sport that is boring and lacks spectatorship and fairness. If the school turns this ridiculous game into a duel, then I will

Maybe I’ll take a look.”

"Oh? You like wizard duels?"

A subtle smile flashed in Quirrell's eyes.

"No, I just hope to learn more knowledge and skills about casting spells from the professors' demonstrations." Zuo Si explained calmly.

He could feel that Voldemort must have been eyeing him when this guy suddenly appeared in this room.

I'm just not sure what the other party wants to do.

Poor Quirrell didn't know that his biggest secret had been exposed, but he still nodded and praised: "He is truly worthy of being hailed as a genius who can lead a new era in the future. If other people are one-tenth as smart and studious as you, then...

There won’t be that many students who can’t pass the O.W.Ls (Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination). If nothing else happens, you should be able to pass the N.E.W.Ts (Ultimate Wizarding Level Examination) in a few years.”

"Professor, what do you want to express? If you have anything to say, please just say it. My time is very precious." Zuo Si urged with an impatient look.

"Haha, don't worry, dear Soth. In fact, the main reason I came here today is to extend an invitation. I wonder if you are interested in joining a great wizard like me?"

After going in circles for a long time, Quirrell finally revealed his true face.

In his opinion, no matter what kind of genius he is, he will inevitably have a strong interest in magical power, especially the black magic that is strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic.

So as long as I throw out some black magic spells and knowledge, I can lure Zuo Si step by step to become Voldemort's servant.

By the time the other party notices it, there will be no turning back.

In fact, many young wizards were seduced in this way and eventually became one of the Death Eaters.

"A great wizard?" A very strange expression appeared on Zuo Si's face.

Because he really doesn't think Voldemort has even the slightest connection with the word great.

Maybe this guy is indeed a very powerful master of black magic, and his unscrupulous killings have made the entire British wizarding world very afraid of him, but after all, he is just a second-rate person who cannot stand on the stage.

Quirrell nodded seriously: "That's right. It's just that it's not convenient for me to reveal his name now. Here is a notebook about magic spells that will never be taught in school. I believe you will understand it after reading it.

”

After that, Quirrell took out an old-looking notebook from his arms, placed it gently on the table, then quickly turned and left with a meaningful smile.

After the guy was completely gone, Zuo Sicai picked it up and flipped through it, and found that all the records inside were black magic banned by the Ministry of Magic.

Most of them, he had already seen in the restricted book section of the library, but there are still a small number of spells that Voldemort should have found or invented after graduation, but there are no three unforgivable curses.

"Interesting, is that noseless guy trying to get me to join him?" Zuo Si touched his chin with a playful expression.

There is no doubt that if this notebook is given to other young wizards at Hogwarts, most likely they will be attracted by the vicious spells with curse-like effects in it, and then unknowingly fall deeper and deeper into it.

But in his eyes, such magic spells are too low-level.

Except for a few spells that have some reference value, most of them can't even arouse people's interest in learning.

So after briefly looking through it, Zuo Si threw the notebook on the table at any time and concentrated on implementing his previous ideas.

I saw that he first fused a bunch of iron products found in an abandoned warehouse directly together to form a super large iron ball with a diameter of two meters.

In order to increase the lethality, countless raised steel needles were also shaped on the surface of the iron ball, each one about as long as two fingers.

There are also sharp blades extending up to 70 centimeters on both sides.

For more than an hour, Zuo Si followed the method of making a bludger recorded in the book and added various spells to this "big killer" one after another.

After a series of enchantments are completed, it will float in the air out of thin air, spinning like a top at a speed that is indistinguishable to the naked eye.

It is estimated that if someone accidentally approaches at this time, he will be cut into minced meat or minced meat in minutes.

It is foreseeable that when this thing starts to hit a target at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, the scene will be very bloody and brutal, and not even a complete body will be left.

Because at the moment of approach, the high-speed rotating blade will cut a person alive into countless small pieces.

Then those steel needles will mince the chopped meat into minced meat.

Finally, it endured another impact with an iron ball weighing dozens of tons and was completely destroyed.

Let alone a human being, even a fire dragon would die miserably on the spot if it took a hit, with no chance of surviving.

Reality once again proves that the most powerful magic in the world has never been the Unforgivable Curse, nor is it a high-level spell with shocking visual effects such as fire or water prison, but the wandering invented in Quidditch.

Ball.

As long as you throw this thing to a sufficient height, and then use your own flying ability and gravitational acceleration to hit the designated target, you will basically die immediately after hitting it, without even a little suspense.

Unless the opponent can detect the danger two or three seconds in advance at the last moment and use phantom to escape.

Otherwise, regardless of whether you are Dumbledore or Voldemort, if you are hit by a "Holy Ball of Physics", your body will be wiped out on the spot.

"Well, it seems pretty good. But where can I find something to test its power?" Zuo Si was obviously in trouble.

He can guarantee that if he takes this thing outside the school, he will be caught by the professors in minutes and confiscated directly.

After much hesitation, Zuo Si finally cast a shrinking technique, shrinking the object to only one-sixteenth of its original size, and then stuffed it into a satchel and carried it with him.

When I return to Faerûn during the Christmas vacation, there will be plenty of things to experiment with.

If the effect is good, he plans to get dozens of them, store them in a separate container, and release them all at once when needed, restoring them to normal size.

Zuo Si was filled with anticipation when he thought of dozens of high-speed rotating iron balls that could tear flesh and blood into pieces in an instant, killing all directions on the battlefield, and the horrified expressions on the faces of the enemies.

The most important thing is that this thing is not only incredibly lethal, but also very cheap to make.

Now there is only one land card left, and he can use it at will in any world.

Of course, another option is to make it into a treasure card.

However, it cost more mana and was not in line with the original design concept, so it was directly eliminated.

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Just when Zuo Si was thinking about finding an opportunity to make a Hogwarts place card, the Weasley twin brothers suddenly rushed in from outside the door.

George raised his hands excitedly and shouted: "We won! We won! Harry did not let us down! He successfully caught the Golden Snitch in the first game!"

"Not only that! We also knocked Marcus Flint off the broom. He broke at least two legs and six ribs, and half of his arm was directly hit by the Bludger and flew out, and blood was in the air.

The sight of flying in the air is simply spectacular. It is estimated that this poor guy will have to lie in Madam Pomfrey's place for at least a week." Fred quickly added with gloating.

"Well done! As a reward for your outstanding performance, I will make a flying broom for each of you later, guaranteed to be ten times better than the latest model of Nimbus 2000." Zuo Si promised with a smile.

Because he knew that the reason why the two brothers were willing to do this was entirely to appreciate the high bonuses they paid during this time.

For those who know how to repay kindness, Zuo Si always doesn't mind giving them extra benefits.

"You can also make a flying broom?!" George was stunned for a moment.

Zuo Si nodded lightly: "Of course. Flying broomsticks is not a secret technology, many wizards know it.

It's just that there are so many magic spells that need to be used and constant during the production process that it is impossible to be good at every one.
To be continued...