Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

“After evolving into a Sacred Artifact, Annihilation seems to have undergone other changes. Now, besides absorbing the enemy's magic, it doesn't even let go of life force, and it can even feed the excess energy back to me?”

Anduin gently ran his fingers over the spine of the sword, unable to help but sigh, “Annihilation, oh Annihilation, aren't you forcing me to kill more people? You could probably be called a demonic weapon now…”

“Buzz!” Hearing Anduin's muttering, Annihilation let out a dissatisfied hum, as if complaining that it wasn't the one who inscribed the runes on it, so he should blame himself!

“Heh, it has quite a temper now. →” Anduin shook his head self-deprecatingly, then flicked the sword, transforming it into a cane, and then looked at the others, “Alright, the process of hunting the Runespoor was a bit tortuous, but the goal was completed satisfactorily. Next is the moment to take stock of the gains.”

But then Anduin suddenly twitched his nose, and then glanced at Thor and Erin in confusion, “Huh, what's that smell of urine? Which of you peed on the ground again?”

Hearing Anduin's words, Thor and Erin immediately shook their heads innocently, but Shanteya next to them suddenly blushed, she had come in a hurry and forgot to change her pants…

Fortunately, Anduin didn't pay attention to these details, but refocused his gaze on the Runespoor's corpse.

After a simple search, Anduin discovered that the space bag that the other party kept close to his body had not been completely destroyed. After barely opening it, he immediately dumped out the items inside. At the same time, he carefully preserved the Runespoor's corpse. As an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, this body was also a valuable research material.

After a simple inventory, there weren't many things in the Runespoor's space bag. Besides a few bottles of Elixir of Life, there were some daily potions, and not a single Galleon.

Anduin wasn't surprised by this. This guy lived at home, so he probably wouldn't carry a lot of supplies with him like he did.

The main good things should still be in the second basement of the Runespoor's mansion. Although the other party raised the manor, it didn't completely destroy the second basement, so there should be a lot of treasures inside.

“Let's go, let's explore the Runespoor's treasure house.” With that, Anduin led one person and two birds towards the center of the valley, but halfway there, he seemed to suddenly remember something, then turned his head, “Oh right, remember one word, 'Serpent's Lair', otherwise you won't be able to see that place.”

After Anduin said the word 'Serpent's Lair', in Shanteya's eyes, a foundation that sloped downward suddenly appeared in the center of the valley. This place was previously protected by the Fidelius Charm, and the inside could not be seen without the Secret-Keeper revealing the secret.

At the same time, Anduin was able to calmly say this word, which also meant that the Runespoor was really dead, because only after the original Secret-Keeper died would the others who knew the location automatically become Secret-Keepers.

After learning this location information, Shanteya and the others were finally able to get a glimpse of the entire valley. They didn't expect that there would be a manor with such a large area. It turned out that the two had fought so fiercely before, and the entire house was almost shaved flat against the ground.

The group followed Anduin and jumped into the space that originally belonged to the basement. The materials inside had been sucked into the sky by the Gravity Charm, and it now looked empty. In the very center of the basement, they also found the entrance to the second basement.

It wasn't that they were particularly sharp-eyed, but it was too obvious. There was a metal door covering the ground. It was estimated that the Runespoor didn't expect anyone to enter the basement, but the other party cautiously placed a lot of protective magic at the entrance.

“I need to take some time to crack the protective spells on this door. Search around to see if there are any good things left. I remember the Runespoor's house has a lot of Muggle artworks and some magical creatures.” Anduin tilted his head and instructed them.

Well, that's our stingy… oh no, our thrifty master. Shanteya nodded immediately upon hearing this, then picked up her briefcase and ran away. She had to take this opportunity to change her pants first.

Before long, Anduin easily unlocked the magic lock at the entrance. Most of the protective effects of these magic defenses were protection, and there were very few trap or counterattack spells, so it didn't take much time to crack them.

After opening the door, Anduin didn't wait for the others and walked straight in.

As soon as he entered the treasure house on the second basement, he was greeted by a brightly lit hall, which looked no different from an ordinary reception room, except that the furniture and surrounding decorations were very luxurious and exquisite. The only difference was that the surrounding walls were covered with portraits.

“Who are you? Are you Goodwin's new clone?” In a large oil painting at the front of the hall, a man in a wizard's robe looked at Anduin with a puzzled expression.

Goodwin? Anduin guessed that this might be the Runespoor's real name. Then he shook his head decisively, “No, if the Goodwin you're talking about is the Runespoor, he's been killed by me.”

“Tch…” The wizard in the oil painting sneered, looking disbelieving, “Just you? Don't act with me, Goodwin. This isn't the first time you've tried to play tricks on us, you poor wretch heading towards depravity.”

“Believe it or not.” Anduin ignored him and continued to observe his surroundings. He found that the layout inside was similar to the Silver Spears headquarters, with a large hall in the middle, and three doors in the left, middle, and right directions.

After scanning around, Anduin refocused his gaze on the oil painting in front of him, “Hey, you should have stayed here for a long time, right? What's behind these doors? Can you give me a brief introduction?”

“I'm not called hey, Goodwin. Is your memory problem getting more and more serious?” The wizard in the oil painting glared at Anduin dissatisfiedly, “My name is Beaumont Marchbanks, the one who suffered your shameless betrayal in the Silver Spears. You idiot, have you even forgotten this?”

“Beaumont Marchbanks? The herbalist? You were also a member of the Silver Spears?” Anduin glanced at the other party in surprise. He had seen the other party's name on the Chocolate Frog card when he used to eat Chocolate Frogs. He didn't expect to see Beaumont's portrait here.

“Hmph, act… keep acting for me. Just pretend you don't know me. Anyway, you're just a heartless and shameless person.” Beaumont seemed to dislike the Runespoor very much, and didn't say a single good word.

“So, are you willing to introduce the situation of these rooms to me? If you don't, I'll just wander around myself.” Anduin didn't act particularly polite because Beaumont was a celebrity. After all, this was just the other party's portrait, not the person himself.

“Okay, I'll play with you if you want to play. Anyway, I'm bored.” Beaumont snorted and glanced at the door on Anduin's left, “That's your potion room. It's where you make those forbidden potions.”

Then he looked at the door on Anduin's right, “That's your storage room. But now there shouldn't be anything left inside, right? Didn't you transfer most of the materials to that broken organization? You even dare to shamelessly steal the name of the Silver Spears, it's simply a desecration of the club!”

“As for the door next to me.” Beaumont stared straight at Anduin as he said this, “Isn't that your private library? It's also the place you spend the most time in besides this hall where we enjoy insulting you.”

“Are you saying that the Runespoor often listens to you scolding him in this hall?” Anduin raised his eyebrows in surprise, “Is that guy a masochist?”

“You are a masochist!” Beaumont glared at Anduin fiercely, “I know what you're thinking. At first, you just hoped to be forgiven by us. Later, after discovering that we could never forgive you, you morbidly turned into enjoyment, enjoying the scolding of the dead, so that you could constantly confirm the fact that you are still alive! You are beyond redemption, Goodwin!”

“Oh? In other words, the portraits in this hall are all former members of the Silver Spears?” Anduin stroked his chin with interest, and then found that these oil paintings didn't seem to be of much use to him. The reason why the Runespoor kept them might really be as Beaumont said. In short, he was alone, lived too long, and was very bored, so if someone could chat with him, whether it was scolding him or praising him, at least it could prove that he was still alive.

Shaking his head helplessly, Anduin didn't want to explore the inner world of a psychopath, so he turned around and walked straight to the door on the left. Then he found that there didn't seem to be any extra protective magic inside the second basement. He gently twisted and opened the door.

The layout inside the room was a bit strange. In the very center of the room was a high platform similar to an altar, at least several tens of meters in size. Some residual blood stains could still be seen on the platform, and a strong smell of blood could also be smelled.

“Is this where the Runespoor makes the Elixir of Life?” Anduin tilted his head and scanned around the platform, and found that the furnishings in this room were surprisingly simple. Besides the platform, there were two potion-making tables, and a few cabinets next to them for storing potion materials. That was all.

Anduin leisurely walked to the vicinity of the potion workbench and carefully inspected it. Then he saw an open notebook on the workbench.

After picking it up and looking at it, Anduin couldn't help but complain, “Is this the recipe for the Elixir of Life? Does it have to be thrown around so casually!”

That's right, the notebook in Anduin's hand contained the complete manufacturing recipe for the 'Serpent Shedding Potion'.

The things that the club's lances had tried so hard to obtain were like a cookbook thrown casually in the kitchen in the Runespoor's place.