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[HP] 46: Why Are You All Looking at Me? Look at Him!
🕑 Added 2025-07-20 18:42:21 +0000 UTCIn anime, potions and elixirs are a common concept, and Louis figured that this might also aid in the brewing of magical potions.
What he obtained this time was a colorless, transparent "Glazed Seed." As Louis directed his intention toward absorbing it, the seed quickly merged into the palm of his hand, and a faint current of energy began flowing through his body.
At the same time, Louis noticed a barely perceptible shift in the power of the Twelve Talismans within him.
That was something he hadn’t expected.
However, for now, he didn’t feel any significant change between the two.
As the texture of Qi magic flowed into his body, it brought with it some basic rituals and techniques related to Qi-based spellcasting.
But this type of magic was vastly different from the magic of the Harry Potter world—it couldn't be lumped in with it.
So for now, Louis decided to set aside any deep research into Qi magic and turned his attention to the rest of his rewards.
"Hmm… a special-class reward." Louis's eyes flickered as he looked at the items he had taken from his storage space.
The last time he got a special-class item, it was a pair of bizarre yet effective swords that countered each other. But this time, the two items were clearly different—they weren’t even a set.
First up was another item from League of Legends.
> [Mejai's Soulstealer Scroll]: Able to absorb the souls of those the holder has killed and store them within the sinister scroll to empower it. The scroll will then transfer the strongest ability of the absorbed soul to the holder.
The description was short, but the effect gave Louis a headache.
He had no intention of becoming a cold-blooded killer. Sure, he liked causing a bit of chaos and playing mind games, but he still considered himself a decent person. Killing and stealing souls to empower himself was way too evil.
“This thing needs to be locked up tight. If it ends up in the wrong hands, something big could happen,” Louis muttered with a frown as he stared at the scroll—then suddenly, a lightbulb went off in his head.
Since it's a Soulstealer Scroll… shouldn't it work on any kind of soul?
Louis recalled one of his own plans and realized this scroll might be a perfect fit for it.
So he stored the scroll away carefully, deciding to test it when the time was right.
Next, he turned his eyes to the final and most unique item in the batch—
Sherlock Holmes' Pipe.
Of course Louis knew who Holmes was—the brilliant and agile fictional detective created by British author Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
So what kind of effect did this supposedly “Holmes’ Pipe” have?
Louis took it out and examined it closely.
It was a pipe made from briarwood, crafted from a top-grade six-month-old briar burl. The wood grain was clear and vibrant, polished to a deep red sheen from frequent handling—it practically glowed like it had a natural patina.
> [Sherlock Holmes' Pipe]: Light the endless tobacco within, take a puff before contemplating something, sit quietly for five minutes, and you’ll quickly organize your thoughts and reach a conclusion.
> [Note: You must have enough clues, or the question must relate to yourself—otherwise the answer will be unclear.]
“What a great item!” Louis's interest was immediately piqued upon reading the description.
This was essentially a creativity booster—a tool that let you swiftly sort out your thoughts and spark inspiration in a short amount of time. A truly rare and magical item.
Louis decided he’d try it out as soon as he got back to the dormitory.
Looking at the time, there was only half an hour left before class started. Students were trickling in, and it was very likely that Professor Snape might show up early as well. Puffing away on a pipe in the classroom under those circumstances would definitely be seen as a bit too arrogant.
So Louis put the pipe away before the first student stepped inside.
As usual, this Potions class was held jointly with both Slytherin and Gryffindor. No matter who walked into the room, the first thing they'd do was glance at Louis’s face.
If it was a Gryffindor boy, he’d have the look of someone staring at a celebrity. Meanwhile, Slytherin boys wore complicated expressions—especially Draco Malfoy. He couldn’t shake the feeling that everything strange happening to him lately was somehow tied to this Mudblood.
Because of that, he didn’t even dare use the word “Mudblood” when referring to Louis anymore.
As for the girls from both houses, they would whisper among themselves while sneaking glances at Louis's face.
Even the Slytherin girls. Their stares were more aggressive, almost predatory.
Seems like I’ve become quite the celebrity around school.
Louis calmly accepted all the covert or blatant gazes around him without even the slightest hint of stage fright.
If class wasn’t about to begin, he might’ve even done a grand stage magic performance just for fun.
Thanks to the lesson from that morning, Harry and Ron managed to arrive on time. Once everyone had settled into their seats, Professor Snape stormed into the room.
As always, his shoulder-length, slightly greasy hair framed a sallow face, and his long black robes billowed behind him like a bat’s wings.
The moment he entered, he launched into his usual theatrical introduction in that slow, exaggerated drawl.
“Put away your wands. You won’t need to wave your little sticks around in this class. Here, you will learn the subtle art of potion-making… how to bewitch the mind, ensnare the senses, even… achieve immortality.”
Being a Slytherin, Snape’s teaching approach was direct and utilitarian—baiting interest through promises of power and benefit. But that bit about immortality was utter nonsense.
In the wizarding world, the only known way to achieve true immortality was through the Elixir of Life, brewed from the Philosopher’s Stone created by Nicolas Flamel. Without the stone, the elixir was a myth. Immortality? A joke.
As Louis listened, he observed Harry Potter dutifully scribbling notes in his notebook, even writing down Snape’s motivational line about immortality.
And just like that, Snape zeroed in on him.
His eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped into a cold, biting tone.
“Perhaps some of you believe your fame makes you exempt from paying attention to what I say?”
The moment those words left his mouth, everyone in the room turned their heads in unison to look at Louis, even Harry—who had been the actual target of that line.
Louis: ……
What the hell? Why are you all looking at me? Look at Harry! Snape was clearly talking about him!
Louis blinked innocently, then looked up and locked eyes with a visibly confused Snape—only to immediately lower his gaze and avoid eye contact.
Snape, after all, was a skilled Legilimens. Meeting his eyes could risk exposing secrets.
And unlike Dumbledore, Snape had far fewer moral constraints, so Louis was extra cautious around him.
Snape himself probably hadn’t expected the whole class to collectively assume he was targeting Louis. It left him momentarily speechless—even the snide remarks he'd prepared for Harry got stuck in his throat.
“…Fine. Everyone, pay attention. Let’s begin. Open your books to page one. We’ll start with the proper handling methods for aconite…”
Despite Snape’s moral shortcomings, his teaching ability was solid, and the lesson content wasn’t particularly dull.
But when Gryffindors had Potions with him, it was always a miserable experience.
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