Inside Dumbledores Old House in Godrics Hollow, Alice, who had just finished dinner not long ago, began to doze off from exhaustion. Adelaide coaxed her in a soft voice to go to the guest bedroom to rest.
After more than a month of close interaction, Adelaide had already figured out the temperament of this girl afflicted by the Blood Curse.
Despite Alice's usual cold, arrogant, and disdainful demeanor, a deeper look into her inner world revealed that she was merely a simple-minded girl, pure as a blank sheet of paper, and a cute little foodie who had absolutely no resistance to delicious food.
There was one thing Adelaide didn't understand: was maintaining a facade of coldness to keep ordinary people at a distance the uniform standard for European pure-blood families when cultivating their children's temperament?
Thinking back to when Adelaide and Amandine first met, she had also been deceived by the other's cold and detached aura, mistakenly believing Amandine was a cold ice-queen beauty—only to discover with surprise, as they became familiar, that she was actually an infinitely bold magic maniac, a face-con, and a lolicon!
Sigh, the moral standards of the Wizarding World were declining; honest people who were the same on the inside as the outside, like her and the savior, were becoming fewer and fewer.
Adelaide sighed, dragging her heavy footsteps back to her room and locking the door. She gently rubbed the sapphire ring on her hand—with a pull of strong suction, she instantly vanished from the spot, teleported into the Enchantment in Iceland.
When Adelaide opened her eyes again, what met her gaze was the astonishing sight presented by the seeds she had personally planted a few days ago.
Under the dual nourishment of Mooncalf dung and Ancient Runes spells, these seeds were actually thriving at an extraordinary speed.
The two magic beans had now grown to over ten meters tall. Their thick stalks coiled upward like giant pythons, supporting lush branches and leaves that stretched vigorously toward the sky.
On the tender shoots of these massive plants, clusters of bubble-like pods were quietly growing.
These pods displayed a pale pink color, like newly blossomed peach flowers, delicate and charming, but not yet fully ripe—as if they were a group of shy young girls hiding behind green leaves, waiting for the right moment to show their beauty and charm.
This was the result of Adelaide grafting new shoots of bubotuber onto the magic beans vines—it proved that her research direction was completely correct; the current magic beans were already close to the finished product of her dreams.
At the same time, the snargaluff next to the magic beans refused to be outdone, bursting with vitality. The originally smooth surface of the vines began to sprout small, exquisite lumps, like little elves hidden in the shadows, quietly poking their heads out to observe the world.
Looking at the highly toxic venomous tentacula, there were new changes there as well.
On the long, slender tentacles, soft thorns that were not yet fully formed had grown; although these soft thorns had not yet reached the stage of secreting potent poison, they exuded a dangerous aura, making one wonder what kind of deadly weapons they would become once fully grown.
Gazing at this scene full of life and vigor, a trace of a gratified smile finally appeared on Adelaide's face.
She quickly rolled up her sleeves, picked up the watering can and Mooncalf dung she had prepared earlier, and tirelessly moved through the lush plants, carefully checking if each plant lacked water or fertilizer and providing supplements in time.
After finishing all this, Adelaide panted slightly for a moment, then carefully took out an exquisite small bottle from her robes.
Opening the cap, a strong scent of blood immediately filled the air—it turned out the bottle was filled with Dragon blood containing magical power.
Holding her wand, she lightly dipped it in a bit of Dragon blood, then began to draw complex and mysterious characters on the ground with full concentration.
As she gently waved her wand, dark red lines began to meander across the soil like spirit snakes.
These lines appeared somewhat blurry at first, but with the continuous injection of her magic, they gradually became clearly visible; the dark red lines seemed to be endowed with life, flashing with an eerie and mysterious light. Each line had a unique shape and trajectory, intertwining and tangling together like a complex and exquisite scroll slowly unfolding.
Once all the strokes were written, those dark red lines began to twist and deform on their own as if stimulated!
The originally straight lines instantly curved into various strange angles, some even twisting together tightly like dough twists, and erupted with a burst of dazzling golden light that made it almost impossible to open one's eyes.
Immediately afterward, those clusters of golden-shining lines seemed to be guided by something, flying at extreme speed toward the roots of the nearest plant.
In the blink of an eye, these lines had completely vanished into the plant's roots, disappearing without a trace.
Seeing this, Adelaide stood up and took a few steps back, looking up at the magic beans in anticipation of the coming effect.
These lines were the word "Growth" that she had spent a week pestering the Ancient Runes Professor to learn.
For a whole week, she had persistently pestered that serious, stern, and unapproachable Professor Bathsheda Babbling. Initially, Professor Babbling found her pestering quite annoying, but out of respect for Dumbledore, she didn't dare say it directly, only giving her some simple introductory knowledge to brush her off.
But gradually, Professor Babbling was moved by her intelligence and, after much consideration, taught her the written form of the word "Growth" ahead of schedule.
Ancient Runes is an extremely charming ancient script. Long ago in ancient times, when Wizards had not yet invented the wand to cast magic, those clever individuals had already discovered with pleasant surprise that the words they wrote by hand possessed the same vivid qualities as spoken language.
They conducted numerous experiments on this and finally concluded: as long as a spiritual liquid containing powerful magic was used to write the characters, the magic within the words could be released.
And among many magical creatures, the blood of Dragons and Phoenixes was the most spiritual.
For this reason, Adelaide did not hesitate to spend a large sum of money to obtain five pints of Dragon blood to practice writing Ancient Runes. After spending more than half a month of hard study and constant attempts, she finally gained a preliminary grasp of the magical circuit operations required when writing Ancient Runes.
Precisely because of this, when she wrote the Ancient Rune for "Growth" with Dragon blood, a miraculous power quietly emerged, causing the magic beans in front of her to shoot up another ten meters or so, reaching the mature height of ordinary magic beans. The bubotuber pods on them also turned from pale pink to deep pink, looking as though they weren't far from ripening.
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