Seeing that Adrian had agreed, Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction.
"You've solved a major problem for me," Dumbledore looked relieved and continued, "I hope Professor Quirrell will return after Christmas."
"By the way," Adrian suddenly thought of a question, "Who will be responsible for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes for fifth year and above?"
"Professor Snape," Dumbledore quickly replied. "He originally had planned to take over all the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes for the entire school, but his schedule was a bit too tight."
In fact, Adrian felt that even if he only had to teach two-year levels, Snape's time would still be very tight! After all, he still had his own Potions classes.
Adrian picked up the timetable from the desk and glanced over it a couple of times. It seemed like he would be quite busy next week, and he only had a few days to prepare his lessons.
However, thinking about the reputation of Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts classes among the students, Adrian felt more confident.
'It couldn't possibly be worse than Quirrell, could it?'
As Adrian was scanning the timetable, Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"There's one more thing."
As he spoke, he rose from his chair, walked to a bookshelf, moved aside several books, and took out a wooden box about three to four inches long.
Adrian looked at the box questioningly. "This is...?"
Dumbledore returned to his seat and opened the box.
Inside was a small, dull, opaque bottle. Adrian naturally couldn't see what was inside, but he guessed it was some kind of potion.
"This contains luck," Dumbledore pushed the box towards Adrian, then said, "Or rather, a potion that brings luck—Felix Felicis. You've surely heard of it."
Adrian was taken aback when he heard the term "Felix Felicis."
Of course, he had heard of this potion. It was an extremely complex potion that could bring good fortune to the user for a certain period.
Moreover, the process of making Felix Felicis was very complex; the slightest mistake would lead to failure, which is why it was extremely rare on the market.
Adrian hadn't expected Dumbledore to suddenly produce such a precious potion.
"Felix Felicis?" Adrian asked somewhat surprised, "Professor, you're...?"
Dumbledore smiled slightly, saying with some deeper meaning: "This is for you, Professor Westeros. However, this is not because you've taken over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but rather a little help from me personally."
'A little help?'
Although Felix Felicis was a good thing, Adrian didn't feel he particularly needed it at the moment.
He looked at Dumbledore questioningly and continued to ask: "Do you need me to do something? I feel I won't need to use it anytime soon..."
Dumbledore just shook his head: "You don't need to do anything for now, Adrian. You'll have the opportunity to use this potion. Of course, not right now. Sometimes, success requires not only preparation but also a bit of luck."
Dumbledore just loved these enigmatic operations.
Although Adrian was somewhat puzzled, he accepted the Felix Felicis. After all, it was all benefit and no harm to him; who knows when it might come in handy.
After leaving Dumbledore's office, half an hour had passed.
Without hesitation, Adrian made his way back to his own office.
Because he had been caught by Dumbledore at the Room of Requirement last night, and then called to the headmaster's office early this morning, Adrian hadn't had time or opportunity to deal with Ravenclaw's diadem that he had obtained.
Now, he could finally focus on studying this treasure.
Adrian placed the briefcase containing the diadem on his desk, put on dragon-hide gloves, and carefully brought the diadem in front of him.
Looking at the diadem lying quietly before him, Adrian couldn't help but feel some admiration.
A treasure from a thousand years ago, Rowena Ravenclaw's only relic.
How exciting!
The inscription on the bottom of the diadem read Rowena Ravenclaw's words: "Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."
After locking the office door, Adrian took out a potion he had prepared in advance—a Purification Potion.
Adrian planned to try using this potion, which he had created by chance, to remove the soul fragment from Ravenclaw's diadem.
Since Horcruxes belonged to the realm of dark magic, the Purification Potion should be effective.
Just to be safe, Adrian walked to the corner and lightly tapped the disguised portal that looked like a briefcase.
A moment later, the box opened, and a few vines of Devil's Snare peeked out.
Especially, one of the vines was curled around a small transparent bottle containing some blue liquid.
When the Devil's Snare handed the small bottle to Adrian, its vines trembled uncontrollably, seemingly terrified of the liquid inside the bottle.
However, this was normal.
Because...
[Name: Liquid Fiendfyre]
[Warning: Do not pour it all out at once]
Liquid Fiendfyre!
This was something Adrian had learned from a dark wizard during his travels—turning summoned Fiendfyre into liquid form using his mutated plants as medium which had storage or similar mutation characteristics and stored it in a small bottle.
Of course, the effect remained the same. Just a tiny amount of the blue liquid would transform into that all-devouring magical fire.
Fiendfyre was a type of magical fire that continuously grew stronger; just a small flame could burn all flammable objects around it. Moreover, these flames could mimic the forms of various monsters and could not be easily extinguished.
The dark wizard who 'taught 'Adrian this method had accidentally broken the bottle containing the liquid Fiendfyre and burned himself to death.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Adrian.
Yes, nothing to do with him at all.
That was definitely due to his own carelessness, not Adrian's careful planning.
Such a sad story.
Let's go back to Ravenclaw's diadem.
For Horcruxes, Fiendfyre was deadly.
Although Adrian knew the Fiendfyre spell, Fiendfyre was very difficult to control. Comparatively, liquid Fiendfyre was somewhat easier to manage.
Because you could control the amount poured out.
Although it would eventually spread uncontrollably, at least the speed of spread would be much slower.
After Adrian took the bottle filled with liquid Fiendfyre from the Devil's Snare, the plant quickly retreated back into the box, closing it with a "snap," at a speed that was truly eye-opening.
Seeing this, Adrian shrugged and brought the bottle to his eyes to examine it.
Fortunately, although it had been stored for several years, the Fiendfyre still seemed full of vitality. When the bottle was swirled, Adrian could see monster shapes forming on the liquid's surface.
No one knew if Voldemort had placed any other traps on the Horcrux. If Adrian's actions caused something unexpected to happen with the Horcrux in front of him, he could immediately use the Fiendfyre to destroy Ravenclaw's diadem.
Because, compared to the diadem, his own safety was more important.
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