After solving the role of Marcus, Allen just thought that the warm-up was over and went back to the dormitory to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Allen sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a bottle of potion in his hand, and Allen carefully dripped the potion into his left eye.

It hurts, itchy, as if an ant was walking around the eyes, Alan took a breath.

This process could not stop, and Allen could only continue to add potion and endured the strong discomfort. It took Allen ten minutes to finish the potion.

Alan closed his eyes tightly, and his left eye seemed to be burned. He took out a single eye mask that had been prepared long ago and covered his left eye.

This process will last for a month. After one month, take off the eye mask and put the sand of time into your eyes. Under the action of the potion, the sand of time will merge into your pupils.

In this way, the magic eye has been basically practiced and the time backtracking function can be initially used.

Alan's eyes twitched slightly, and the pain would last for another month, and he would not be able to practice without a B-point.

Fortunately, I used Snape's perfect potion, otherwise the pain might be super doubled.

That night, Allen didn't fall asleep, so he could only close his eyes and try to rest.

The next morning, Allen dragged his tired body to have breakfast. The little wizard pointed and pointed at him along the way, obviously attracted by his one-eyed look.

Walked to Gryffindor's place, sat down next to Harry, and ate it casually.

Harry exclaimed, "Allen, what's going on with you? Did you get your eyes hurt last night?"

"How could that little hang-in hurt my eyes?"

"Then your eyes?"

Alan explained while eating: "I am practicing a magic and need to close one eye, so I have to keep one eye this month."

It is really a bit uncomfortable to see things with one eye. It is difficult to aim for half of your vision if you lose half of your vision.

"It looks really uncomfortable." Ron shook his head. He wouldn't learn this kind of magic.

...

Although the little wizards were very interested in why Allen became one-eyed, no one dared to ask about it because of Allen's reputation, so they could only point fingers.

Allen ignored them and ran to Snape's office after class.

Seeing Allen appear in the office, Snape's mouth twitched slightly and said in an impatient voice: "Mr. One-eyed, what are you doing in my office again?"

Allen smirked, "I want to ask Professor Snape to make two months of sleep potion."

"Get out!" Snape was too lazy to pay attention to Allen, anyway, he had all the photos.

At this time, Allen took out a photo from the ring, and when he saw the photo, Snape's eyes were almost glaring.

"Why do you still have photos of Lily?"

Allen smiled and said, "Anyway, I'd better get a few more, so I took one more."

"You sure you only got two?" Snape stared at Allen.

"It's really only two photos, and there are only these two photos on the wall." Allen spread his hands, and he didn't lie this time.

This photo shows Lily when she was eleven years old and was preparing to go to magic school, which was also the turning point between Snape and Lily.

"Take it, come here in a week to get the potion."

Alan naturally trusted Snape, handed the photo to Snape, and quietly left the office while Snape was recalling it.

Allen went to the school hospital again and took sleeping potions from Mrs. Pomfrey for a week.

At first, Allen planned to get two months of sleep potion from Mrs. Pomfrey, but the stock was only half a month, so Allen could only find Snape.

And you can't let others know that Allen is sleeping on sleeping potions, as this will become a weakness, and it will be troublesome to be attacked by someone at that time.

So finding a Snape deal is the best way to do it!

Fortunately, I also left a photo, otherwise Snape would not have been so easy to submit.

Back at the dormitory, Allen looked at the time and could already drink the third bottle of powerful magic enhancer.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Allen took out a powerful magic enhancer and became stuffy in one go.

The severe pain came again, and Allen had no expression on his face. He had long been used to this pain.

During this period, a roommate came back, but just glanced at Allen and ignored him.

After absorbing the potion, Allen opened his eyes and a blue light ejected from his right eye.

Allen looked at the lower panel and saw a total of 290 mana points increase, 40 points is the accumulation of this month, and 250 points is the immediate effect of the potion.

The Wolverine Heart is full, spend 10 skill points, and then click the Thorn Spirit.

【Name: Alan Drew】

【Profession: Druid】

【Level: 107】

【Mana: 1070】

【Skills: Crow Level 3, Oak Wise Level 20, Poisonous Flower Vine Level 1, Wolverine Heart Level 20, Wolf Spirit Level 1, Mad Wolf Level 20, Corpse Vine Level 1, Thorn Spirit Level 20, Grizzly Bear Level 20, Sun Vine Level 1]

The magic power has finally exceeded one thousand, which is a gratifying congratulation.

Dumbledore's magic power should be more than three thousand, with an uncertain upper limit, while Voldemort should be a little worse than Dumbledore.

Alan is more than a thousand, and he can be considered as a master. If he doesn’t encounter these two ratios, he should be able to walk sideways.

Of course, some hidden bigwigs are not concerned for the time being. Take Nicklemay for example. She has been holding the Philosopher's Stone for so many years and drinking so many immortal medicines refined by the Philosopher's Stone. It is estimated that Nicklemay's magic power is much higher than Dumbledore.

There is also the immortal Barry Winkel who discovered before. It is logical that the power of the demon should be very huge.

Putting the panel, Allen took out his sleeping potion, fell into a mouthful of stuffy mouthful, then closed his eyes, looking forward to the arrival of a new day.

When I open my eyes, it is a new day.

...

At breakfast time, Allen had a good appetite and had a breakfast for two.

Harry shook his hands and sprinkled the food everywhere, his face full of depression.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron looked puzzled.

Harry said with a look of indifference: "Professor Lockhart asked me to reply to his fans every day. I wrote it until 11 o'clock last night, and I felt that my arms were ruined."

Due to Harry and Ron's slutty operations at the beginning of school, their punishment has not yet ended.

Harry was taken by Lockhart to write a reply.

Ron is better, just helping to clean the toilet. Ron has no obsession with cleanliness, so he doesn't mind very much.

Harry looked at Ron and squeezed out a smile: "Ron, are we good brothers?"

Ron nodded as he bit the bread, they were as close as brothers.

"Can you exchange it? I'll go wash the toilet, and you'll write a reply to Professor Lockhart's fans."

Ron quickly put his breakfast in the next seat and then replaced the seat, indicating that he was not familiar with Harry.

Allen was amused by these two people.

Then Harry looked at Allen and said, "I have to practice football on the weekend. Allen, can you help?"

Alan held his chin and thought, as if his relationship with Lockhart was not very good, and it might be difficult to make a note.

If you help him write a reply, can you take the opportunity to get a copy? With Lohart's personality, brag about it, everything is easy to say.
Chapter completed!