Louis had no concerns about the combat power of his golem. He was already planning to set it up at home once he went back for Christmas.
After dealing with the golem, Louis picked up a fist-sized egg.
> [Curious Pet Egg: Can hatch into a pet that matches its owner's personality. The pet can understand complex commands, possesses its own independent thoughts and emotions.]
This was what you'd call a "classic high-tier trash item."
Completely useless, just taking up inventory space—five slots, no less.
Still, it would make a decent gift. He'd just wrap it up and give it to someone later.
Next came the last miscellaneous item—Golden Fertilizer.
The name alone made Louis instantly recall the bizarre meme videos from his previous life. Golden Fertilizer… the ancestor of meme culture itself.
> [Golden Fertilizer: A universal fertilizer that promotes the growth of any plant.]
"Fertilizer, huh? Guess I can use it for the World Tree."
Louis immediately thought of his own World Tree. Opening his Reality Marble, he leaned halfway inside, reappearing above the young tree.
"Grow big and strong, alright?" he said cheerfully, pouring a whole sack of Golden Fertilizer beside the sapling before closing the gate and walking away.
He didn't notice that his World Tree had already grown another section taller—nor that his Black Jade Healing Paste had mysteriously disappeared.
After Louis left, a transparent figure quietly appeared once again.
"What kind of wondrous thing is this?" The translucent ghost picked up one of the golden-glowing clumps of fertilizer, surprise flashing in his eyes. "Such pure life energy… it's perfect for growing plants!"
"But using it like this is such a waste."
He whistled. From afar, Norbert—who had been playing around—fluttered over.
"Here, eat it all." The ghost stuffed all the fertilizer into Norbert's mouth. "And from now on, make sure you do your business right here, understood?"
Norbert chewed the fertilizer with an innocent look, nodding blankly.
"Good boy." The ghost smiled and faded away again.
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Meanwhile, Louis was sorting through the rest of his loot.
"Let's see… Dragonheart Elixir—instantly cures all negative states and restores you to peak condition. Soul-Nurturing Pill—repairs damage to the soul. Laugh-and-Drop-Dead—poison…"
He neatly categorized each potion, pondering whether poison technically counted as an "attack method."
"Probably not. Maybe I can try poisoning the basilisk with it."
As he muttered, Louis pulled out a Perfect-Grade Biological Gene Fragment—for birds, apparently, though he wasn't sure what kind of "perfect bird" it belonged to. It definitely wasn't a phoenix; that would be Legendary-Grade.
"Guess I'll hand it to Fafnir. Maybe next time he and Hastur fight, I won't have to step in to keep the peace."
The Physical Enhancement Permit and Magic Enhancement Permit were useless to Louis. Thanks to his talismanic constitution, only Legendary-Grade enhancements could affect him.
Still, he could use them to empower someone else. For now, he stored them in the system for safekeeping—they were intangible, after all. He could just tell the system when he wanted to use them.
Next came three special items:
- Spring of Drowned Maiden
- Tara's Magical Codex
- Flame Staff
Just from the name, Spring of Drowned Maiden, Louis had lost all interest. He was already strong enough; he didn't need it.
"If it were something like the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, I'd at least take a peek. But that thing might even outclass a Legendary-grade item."
Chuckling, he tossed the item into his storage space. Maybe he'd remember it later—or just wrap it up as a Christmas gift for his parents.
Tara's Magical Codex, on the other hand, was a different story—also known as the Grand Tome of Black Magic, it contained a vast collection of Dark Qi Magic. Louis needed this badly. It would significantly enhance his mastery over Dark Qi and finally make him a legitimate Dark Qi sorcerer rather than a self-taught one.
As for the Flame Staff, it was a two-meter-tall staff embedded with a fiery red gem that amplified fire spells like Incendio or Confringo. Not particularly useful for Louis, so he just stored it away.
By the time he finished organizing all the loot from his draw, dawn was already breaking.
Louis put Pettigrew back, letting him sneak off to Gryffindor on his own—no worries, the Crystal of Death kept him under control. Then Louis returned to his dorm and collapsed into bed, drifting off to the sound of his roommates' light snores.
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The next morning was a weekend. As soon as Louis got up, he ran into an unexpected visitor—
or rather, an unexpected ghost.
The Bloody Baron.
Under the astonished gazes of the other Slytherins, the ghost—his spectral body still stained with the blood of Helena Ravenclaw—spoke politely to Louis.
"Sir Nicholas asked me to deliver a message," said the Bloody Baron. "He wants to know if you'd attend his Five-Hundred-Year Death Anniversary Banquet on Halloween."
"A five-hundred-year death anniversary? And a banquet?" Louis blinked in surprise. "You ghosts really know how to have fun, huh?"
"Well, we don't have much else to do," the Baron replied. "You've got to find some joy in five centuries of death. Sir Nicholas especially wanted you there—he said he wanted to thank you in person for helping him join the Headless Hunt."
At that, the Baron's expression turned oddly complicated. He truly couldn't fathom how Louis had managed to detach Nick's head.
After all, ghosts' appearances were supposed to be permanently fixed at the moment of their death. Sure, Nearly Headless Nick liked to treat his head like a hat, sometimes lifting it to show people—but that tiny flap of skin still kept it attached, a barrier no magic could ever truly sever.
And yet, Louis had done it. He had actually finished the job—turning Nearly Headless Nick into Headless Nick.
"It was just a little help, nothing much," Louis replied with a calm smile. "Do you need any help yourself?"
"No, thank you. I quite like keeping my head securely attached to my neck," the Bloody Baron said dryly.
"Well, that's a shame then. Oh, and please tell Nick I'll be there on time for the banquet."
"Consider it done."
The Bloody Baron nodded and drifted away, leaving the Slytherin dorm once more.
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