<h4>Chapter 171: All ck magices from the same source?</h4>


    A new semester had begun, and with it came news of Nicole LeMay.


    "Are you saying ... that the ck aura left behind by Helbo is almost identical inposition to that of Murmur?" Drac looked at the copper mirror in front of him that was witheringly engraved with the phoenix floating withering, and said in surprise.


    Le Mei''s pale and thin face appeared in the copper mirror, and at this time, his original perennial amiable and smiling expression looked extremely grave.


    "Indeed." He said, "Whether we look at the amount of magic power stored in it or observe the characteristics of the two energies, we can find that these two energies have extremely simr qualities in them."


    "I don''t know if anyone else has ever had the idea ofparing these two energies before, but it is true that in at least these six hundred years, I have never seen the energy produced by a ck magic item such as a Horcrux, it is far too rare."


    "Mimeographs may be a little more widely known than Horcruxes, but they are likewise not consideredmon, and wizards who have had the opportunity to observe the energetic properties of mimeographs are even rarer ..."


    LeMay''s gaze looked through the bronze mirror and into Drac''s eyes, "So I''m guessing that Newt may have been the first sorcerer to discover the simrities between the two energies!"


    Drac frowned slightly.


    Holding this Phoenix Floating Mirror in one hand, he pushed open the front door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts ssroom with the other and looked over to the small group of wizards who were sitting upright amidst the mellifluous sound of the ss bell.


    "This ss will be a self-study period, so you will read your own books to review what you have learned before, and next ss will be a ss test." He said to the young wizards.


    Drac then mmed the ssroom door shut with a snap and headed back down the stairs connected to the ssroom to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor''s office, leaving the young wizards in the ssroom staring at each other in disbelief.


    "Hey Potter, Wese on, does Professor Drac make us study on a regr basis?"


    Rolf Scamander, who had been moved back from first year to second year by Dumbledore, asked a pair of Gryffindor desks next door as he sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts ssroom.


    "Just be d you did, Scamander." Ron quietly probed the front of the ssroom to make sure that the door waspletely closed, before reassuring Rolf, "Professor Drac rarely lets us study on our own, so if we''re having a study session it must be something else that''s tickled his fancy enough to make him toozy to go to ss."


    "You''re new here, you probably haven''t realized how brutal Professor Drac''s ssroom is, and having a study hall on the first period of a new semester is a real stroke of luck!"


    "Is Professor Drac''s ssroom that cruel?" Looking at Ron''s careful expression, Rolf was a bit bewildered, "Isn''t it possible that you guys are overreacting, I heard my grandpa say that Professor Drac is very powerful ah?"


    Rolf had only taken the Defense Against ck Magic ss taught by Riddle at Hogwarts so far, and had yet to listen to Drac''s ss.


    Not only the ssroom, after Drac gave himself a vacation, even the dueling club that he hosted was in a state of shutdown, Rolf also had not seen the club''s "grandeur", so he didn''t quite understand Ron''s prudence.


    "That''s because you haven''t been involved in Professor Drac''s physical training!" Harry also turned his head to Rolf and whispered to him, "Now that Professor Drac is back, the Dueling Club should reopen, so you cane and see for yourself."


    "Trust me, once you''ve participated in one of the Duel Club''s devilish training sessions, you won''t be able to forget the awesomeness of Professor Drac!" He assured Rolf with a pat on the back.


    "Harry, Ron, it''s ss time!" Just then, Hermione, who was sitting in the front row with her hair in disarray, turned around and whispered a serious rebuke.


    Harry hurriedly picked up his quill and pretended to study.


    Ron, on the other hand, was a little more exasperated, drawing out his tone and responding in a drawn-out manner:


    "Got it, herm-min-!"


    Once Hermione had turned her body away, Harry and Ron came back together and whispered again in lower voices ...


    ...


    After returning to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor''s office, Drac thought about it and decided that he couldn''t speak clearly through a mirror, so he teleported directly to Paris.


    51 rue Montmorency, Maison Lemay.


    As a dark moon quietly emerged, Drac''s figure appeared in the living room of this house that had experienced the vicissitudes of more than five hundred years.


    As soon as Drac stepped out from the dark moon, he walked towards the left wall of the living room in a familiar manner, and pushed open an old and rustic doorway.


    Inside this door was a studio, which was full of things and looked a bit cluttered, yet a closer look revealed a particr order of cement.


    There was a cupboard in the workshop, inside which were stored small andrge ss vials and tubes, and an open padlocked book with a phoenix engraved on it stood close to the edge of the cupboard.


    The pages of the open book were connected to a bronze mirror of the Phoenix Floating Apotheosis in Drac''s hand, and an elegant frame on the page was connected to the mirror, disying Drac''s figure and the interior of the studio.


    "Nicole, how did youe to that conclusion?"


    Drac casually put the bronze mirror away and walked quickly over to Nicole LeMay.


    At this moment, LeMay was sitting on a chair next to a workbench, looking at the countertop filled withplex alchemy items with a grave expression.


    "Brad,e see here." He nced at Drac and pointed at an alchemy bnce emitting a metallic luster ced on the workbench, "You should know the use of this bnce, it is able to analyze the difference between two different kinds of substances."


    "Uh-huh." Drac nodded, "As long as the prerequisite of ensuring that the volume of the two substances is the same, this bnce will be able to recognize the difference in their magical power, quality, and ingredient content."


    "It seems that you haven''t forgotten all the alchemy even after sleeping for these hundred years." LeMay''s expression, even though it was still a bit grave, still didn''t hold back from snickering with his old friend.


    "Don''t bother, I have a good memory." Drac shrugged, "Hurry up and show me what you''ve aplished, by all rights I should be in ss right now!"


    "Still in ss and you''reing over?" LeMay gave Drac a surprised look, but nodded knowingly in the next second, "Oh, that''s normal if it''s you?"


    He picked up a ss vial from beside the scales and used his wand to pick a wisp of ck mist from the vial, cing it on the left end of the scales.


    Once the ck mist entered the confines of the bnce, it seemed to be immediately enveloped by a magical power, unable to escape the bnce''s tray, which was only one t surface.


    At the same time, the left tray of the bnce slowly sank.


    "This is what you sent over, the ck gas produced during Helbo''s resurrection collected from Mount Olympus there." LeMay said.


    He then capped the ss bottle and picked up another test tube, which also contained a ck misty object.


    "This is a sample of the Merman I asked Newt for." LeMay introduced it to Drac, "However, despite losing its host, the Silent Ran still retains a shallow consciousness of its own, and still has the potential to riot."


    "In order to prevent a riot from urring in Silmeran, I could only have Newt calm it down, and then very carefully collected a very small sample. The sample here is all there is."


    He very carefully picked up a wisp of the misty object he had sampled from the Silmarillion with his wand to prevent waste, and immediately had Drac help to cork the test tube, before cing the sample on the right-hand tray of the bnce.


    LeMay then gave one of the topmost knobs of the bnce a slight turn.


    Several different letters were engraved on the knob, and he turned one letter "W", for "weight", to face him.


    The tray on the right side of the bnce, which was high up, gradually fell, while the tray on the left side, in contrast, slowly rose.


    Eventually, the two trays stop at nearly the same height.


    "The masses of the two samples are essentially indistinguishable." LeMay said.


    Drac nodded and reached out his hand to change the direction of the knob above the bnce for LeMay.


    The "M" for "mana" now faced the front.


    The left and right side trays floated up and down slightly for a few moments, but in the end they remained at nearly the same height.


    "Among these two samples of the same volume, the magic content is basically the same, right?" Drac asked in a deep voice.


    "That''s right, and more than that." LeMay nodded gently and switched the knob to the other direction ...


    Eventually, Drac saw on this alchemy bnce that the samples on both sides wereparable in every aspect such as mass, density, toughness, and magic content.


    Thispletely proved that the ck gas produced by Helbo and the foggy object inside Murmuran''s body were exactly the same energyponent.


    "Did you find out what this is all about?" Drac asked a bit puzzled, "Other than the fact that they both fall under the category of ck magic, I can''t see any simrities between the two."


    "It''s unclear at the moment." LeMay shook his head, "It''s a pity that there aren''t more samples of other energies, or else they might even be able to analyze the connection between them."


    Drac propped his jaw with two fingers and looked at the samples on both sides of the scale with a slight frown.


    These two different energies were both ck, and although they were both gaseous or foggy objects floating in the middle of the air, the difference in shape and mold was still quiterge -


    The ck gas produced during Helbo''s repeated resurrections was a gas that, if it had to be described as anything else, could only be described as roughly simr to the ck smoke emitted from the chimneys of a Muggle factory.


    The ck mist in Murmuran''s body was different.


    The ck mist in Mimiran''s body is often wrapped in a transparent oily substance, and when this shell is cut open, it can be found that the ck mist inside is not just a mist, but the ck particles in it will sometimes condense together to form a flulent object.


    Therefore, the difference between these two substances was quite easy to recognize when judged by the naked eye alone.


    However, under Newt''s keen observation, its deeper forms of energy were unearthed. After LeMay''s Alchemical Bnce weighed them, it was found that the two substances that were originally unrted were actually different from each other!


    Seeing that Drac was deep in thought and didn''t say a word for a long time, LeMay went ahead and prepared to receive the two hard-earned energy samples into the corresponding ss bottles and test tubes.


    "Wait, don''t receive them yet."


    Drac suddenly spoke up.


    The wand that had already picked the ck energy up stalled in the air, and LeMay''s movements paused for a moment as she turned her head to look at Drac.


    "Anything new?" He asked.


    "I''d like to do another set ofparisons." Drac said softly as he looked at the alchemical scales in front of him.


    He removed his left hand, which was supported on his jaw, and extended his long, white index finger to the left tray, which had been emptied by LeMay.


    A cloud of blood-red energy coalesced at Drac''s fingertip and poured out as much as it could onto the left tray.


    Originally, without the support of the samples, the left tray that had been raised high slowly dropped with the expansion and growth of the blood red energy, until it remained at the same level as the right tray.


    Drac withdrew his index finger that was pointing at the edge of the left tray, his expression was rarely a bit stunned.


    LeMay looked at the alchemy bnce in shock, only to find that the volume of energy on both side trays was exactly the same!


    "This is ..."


    "This is the purest dark energy in my body." Drac said softly.


    He stared nkly at the two ends of the scales, then raised his hand to look at his fingertips, and slowly stated his conclusion.


    "Is it actually the case that ... all the energy attributed to darkness is the same substance?" Drac murmured.


    LeMay hesitated, probing the wand in her hand into the right tray of the scale.


    "We haven''t done all theparative eucalyptus examples yet, we can''t just jump to conclusions." He said, "Try recing the Silence with Hellebore''s ck Breath."


    The ck gas that was floating around the tip of his wand and hadn''t had a chance to be put into a ss vial was ced on the right tray, and with that, the ck mist extracted from Mer Merjan''s body was picked up off the tray by LeMay''s wand.


    The scales swayed slightly for a moment due to the shifting energy on both sides.


    As time passed, the wobble became smaller and smaller.


    Eventually, both ends of the scale stopped at the same level.


    "Indeed, Brad, the dark energy in your body is also nearly identical to Helbo''s ck aura." LeMay took a deep breath and said slowly.


    "So ... all the different kinds of dark energy are actually the same substance, is that what you mean?" Drac asked with a frown.


    "Probably." LeMayughed softly, "If that''s really the reason, then there doesn''t seem to be any other practical significance to this experiment we''ve made other than adding a paper definition to the theory of ck magic."


    "Perhaps." Drac bristled nomittally, "I''m now more interested in knowing what is the reason for the dark energiesing from the same source?"


    "That''s an overly broad question that''s not easy to answer, Brad." LeMaymented, "But that doesn''t seem to be much of a problem for you. You have a near infinite amount of time to figure this out someday."


    "All the same, if you really want to figure this out, then it would seem that life, which has been boring you, would have to add some other meaning to it." LeMayughed softly.


    Drac shook his head gently.


    His eyes were extraordinarily deep, and he didn''t know exactly what he was thinking.


    ...


    The night in the Scottish Hignds was as if it had been inked by a brush, a single stroke painting the sky and the earth.


    A cold winter moon slowly sketched floating shadows from the sky.


    On the east side of Hogwarts Castle, a battering willow that had been knocked down by two naughty little wizardsst semester had already recovered under Professor Sprout''s careful care, swaying its branches in the cold wind as if it were doing some kind of trendy dance.


    The cold wind hammered against the castle''s windows, causing the panes to rattle and bang.


    Two small, fiery red-haired, identical-looking wizards passed by the swaying window, yfully chatting with their darker-skinned roommate about various interesting events of the day.


    "Lee, did you hear that Professor Drac made students take study hall all day today!" George put his arm around Lee Jordan''s shoulder with an air of superiority.


    "Really?" Lee Jordan had a ck question mark on his face, a look of disbelief on his face, "Professor Drac disappeared for so long and just came back to give the students a study hall?"


    "Of course it''s true." Seeing Lee Jordan''s skeptical expression, Fred said with some displeasure, "You still don''t believe in both of our sources?"


    "That''s not what I meant ...," Lee Jordan hurriedly waved his hand and exined, "I just simply couldn''t imagine that Professor Drac would do this, is he getting impatient with the lectures and starting to swing for the fences? "


    Even though he hadn''t dealt with Drac in a deadpan manner like the Weasley twins, Lee Jordan still had his own perception of his ck Magic Defense Arts professor.


    In fact, after more than a year together, almost every student at Hogwarts had gotten to know their Professor Drac in some way, and they had all learned a few things about Drac -


    Firstly, Professor Drac was strong, very strong, very strong, and at the weakest, he was no weaker than Headmaster Dumbledore, as the old principal didn''t seem to be able to do much at all about all of the professor''s capricious behavior;


    Secondly, Professor Drac waszy, never standing when he could lean against a wall, and always making himself a bed when he could lie down;


    Third, and most importantly, Professor Drac was boring and never interested in anything but interesting things.


    Based on what the young wizards had discovered over the course of a year or so, they realized that Professor Drac''sing to Hogwarts to give lectures was most likely just a yful act, and by the time the day came when the job of a professor didn''t give him enough attraction, he would most likely abandon his own students and leave Hogwarts in a very capricious manner ...


    This was also the reason why Lee Jordan thought that Drac had begun to feel impatient with the lectures.


    "Say, do you guys guess that the dueling club will be on time tonight?" Lee Jordan asked, "It''s been two months since I''ve participated in Professor Drac''s devilish training, which is supposedly a good thing, but why do I feel like I''m inexplicably missing it a bit?"


    "I''m guessing you probably just have itchy skin and would be fine with getting your ass kicked." Fred said with a wicked grin, "I can be of service."


    Lee Jordan''s already dark face became even darker as he kicked Fred in the ass, his expression looking a little depressed after Fred easily dodged it.


    "Let''s think, Professor Drac shouldn''t have walked away so easily." George was slightly more reliable than Fred and answered Lee Jordan''s other question, "We made a bet with Professor Drac when thest school year just started!"


    "Professor Drac bet that he could teach until we graduated. If he just left, wouldn''t those Garlons bepletely ours?"


    Speaking of this, George raised his eyebrows.


    "Never mind, I knew I couldn''t ask you two anything." Lee Jordan gave the twins the middle finger and continued on, "Come on, we''ll see if the dueling club is still open when we get to the auditorium."


    The three walked together into the tall doors of the auditorium.


    Only to see the dueling stage in the middle of the auditorium standing up for the first time in a long time, and Drac''s upright figure was standing in the very center of the stage.