บท 102: Cauldron Auction

An intense sensation of seemingly infinite warmth spread throughout Fike's entire being.

Suddenly, black smoke exuded out of his orifices before he abruptly spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood.

The toxins in the blood were so concentrated and potent that they actually corroded through the floor of the Alchemy Hall.

Seeing this reaction, the old man hurried over to Fike and supported him up.

"Young man, how are you?"

Fike waved his hand.

"I'm alright, I'm alright... Old man, to think that you'd have this thousand-year-old cauldron. It looks like you're not just an ordinary everyday person!"

The old man chuckled.

"Young man, you have attentive eyes!

"My name is Hagrid. I was originally a professor in the Spell School, but because of some... complications, I was demoted to guard this alchemy hall."

Hearing the name Hagrid, Fike felt a sense of inexplicable familiarity.