So the inside of the metal brain still needs a touch of the Creator's miracle.
"What materials should I use?"
Ian's mind filled with the busy figures of the house-elves.
He snapped his fingers with a hint of magic in the air. Responding to Ian's summoning, the house-elves, always ready to serve him anytime and anywhere, appeared out of thin air.
Perhaps it was previously busy in the kitchen.
Or maybe cleaning in some corner of the campus.
However.
As long as Ian summons.
Any house-elf available would come to Ian at the first moment—some might think liberating house-elves is a very noble thing, but Ian felt having house-elves to serve was extremely comfortable, and since these creatures feel no pain in serving others, why impose change?
To be honest.
It's no longer a question of the Holy Mother.
But like hoping a lion would turn vegetarian or fish don't always stay in water—anyway, Ian thought, he just needed to maintain basic respect for house-elves.
"Could you please get me some pig brain? And some other ingredients as well," Ian told the little elf his needs, and the elf immediately had a eureka moment.
"Alright, alright! Rabi will prepare right away for the even greater Mr. Prince!" As soon as the words fell, the house-elf Rabi instantly disappeared from Ian's sight.
About three minutes, no more than three and a half minutes later. The house-elf Rabi cheerfully delivered a basket of fresh pig brains. Yes, a whole basket of pig brains.
These were leftover ingredients when the school needed pork.
The entire college.
Besides some Chinese students.
Only Ian would eat these things. Because of this, the house-elves would keep them for Ian, preserved by magic, as fresh as when they were first retrieved.
Besides these, there were various ingredients and Ian's exclusive large copper pot. The moment Ian spoke, the house-elves knew he wanted to have hot pot.
After all.
After a year at the school, the house-elves fully understood Ian's dietary preferences. It's fair to say, they probably knew Ian's taste better than he did himself.
This is professionalism!
"Thank you."
Ian sent off the house-elf, looked at the pig brains before him, and smiled with satisfaction. Humming a tune, he began to set up a simple hot pot device in the Room of Requirement. The flames roared, and the broth in the pot boiled with an enticing aroma.
Although he had barbecued meat earlier, anyone with the experience knows only eating meat makes you hungry quickly, especially at Ian's growing age.
"Even the king's grandson can't compare to me!" Ian put a fresh pig brain into the pot, and at the same time, started alchemically modifying another pig brain with his skilled hands.
Indeed.
The main reason for requiring these ingredients was work-related.
He used his proficient alchemy, wrapping mithril wires around it like blood vessels and embedding some magic runes and small magic devices into the pig brain.
This formed the core of the cyberbrain.
A pure biological processor.
Effective.
But ultimately consumable, usable for at most a week. Not because magic couldn't keep it fresh, but due to the ongoing cell death during use.
Flesh is fragile.
Roughly so.
Since life belongs to the Creator's forbidden zone.
Therefore.
Ian still couldn't achieve a standard of normal biological consumption, which is why he didn't use better materials. The outer shell of the pig brain was only made of copper.
"Hogwarts, the biochemical madman." Ian's gaze was focused and serious, beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Even for him, this kind of magical modification was meticulous work.
Only to be seen.
His hands moved rapidly between the pig brain and various magical instruments, flowing smoothly yet cautiously. Under his operation, the pig brain gradually transformed.
The originally ordinary pig brain became elevated, its surface began to shimmer with faint magical light. Ian looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Then, he transferred the swordsmanship memories of Legendary King Arthur, acquired from Pandro, into the modified pig brain.
"Perfect!"
Ian cautiously picked up the pig brain carrying the legendary swordsmanship memory and walked to the black-robed skeleton. The black-robed skeleton tilted its head, seemingly curious about what was about to happen.
Only to be seen.
Ian pried open the lower jaw of the black-robed skeleton and placed the pig brain into its cranial cavity—there was no way, the black-robed skeleton's skull cap couldn't be opened.
He had to resort to this clever trick.
Fortunately, there was ample space within the black-robed skeleton's bone structure, allowing him to smoothly insert the pig brain. Ian then drew out his magic wand and cast the Lighting Spell on the black-robed skeleton.
The next moment.
The black-robed skeleton issued a low growl.
Flesh sprouted.
However.
This time, under Ian's control of magic, only blood vessels grew, connecting to the pig brain inside the black-robed skeleton's cranial cavity.
"I... I can feel a brain..." The black-robed skeleton spoke in a raspy voice, perhaps not yet aware of what was inside its head.
"It's effective after all, now I just need to engrave this part of the magic onto the brain." Ian knew ordinary magic wouldn't work on the black-robed skeleton.
Therefore.
He maintained the release of magic, gradually engraving the divine-powered magic onto the copper shell of the cyberbrain, ensuring the magic could last at least a week on it.
"That's it, that's it!"
Ian dispelled the magic on his wand, and the blood vessels in the black-robed skeleton's skull remained, a gentle glow of the Sun God's light maintained the faint flesh.
"Let's give it a try!"
Ian, while the black-robed skeleton was still savoring the moment, handed his cyber long sword to it. The black-robed skeleton looked at the odd little wizard in bewilderment.
"Come, perform some swordsmanship."
Ian reminded.
The black-robed skeleton, seeming to comprehend, looked at the sword in its hand with some trepidation, not quite familiar with the weapon, Ian understood this was because the Fierce Goddess used to wield a giant sword.
Despite the possible awkwardness, the black-robed skeleton began its movements, initially a bit clumsy, but soon, its actions turned fluid.
With every move, it showcased the essence of Pandro's sword techniques. The sword edge traced a perfect arc. In the glimmer of silver, it became apparent that it was Pandro's signature sword skill.
"Divine Judgment".
A very pretentious name.
But that's the name Pandro chose after all.
"Amazing! My alchemy success again!" Ian, to have swordsmanship without the sweat, racked his brains.
But seeing the results now, it was truly satisfying.
"From now on, you will be my personal guard!" Ian, like a boss promising empty dreams, encouraged with a pat on the black-robed skeleton's shoulder before returning to his hot pot.
After a busy session.
He'd expended a lot of physical and mental energy.
Naturally hungry.
With so many ingredients, Ian began to indulge in the delicious hot pot. Eating away, not finding it flavorful enough, he added several bottles of magic potion.
"Phew~"
Ian took a bite.
His mouth literally spewed fire.
...
In the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts, warm yellow candlelight flickered continuously. Dumbledore sat silently in a high-backed chair, his long fingers gently brushing over his chest, as if still reminiscing the previous pain. He pondered for a moment, then his gaze traveled through his half-moon spectacles toward a corner.
The air seemed to freeze momentarily.
"Riddle."
Suddenly.
He spoke.
His voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.
Only to be seen.
In the empty room, a figure seemed to step out. But, it wasn't a person, rather an ordinary suit of armor, devoid of any flesh and blood.
Dumbledore was unfazed by this. Staring at the armor in silence, the room fell into a prolonged stillness, only punctuated by the gentle preening of Fox on its perch.