Seeing the reward information displayed on these seeds, Ciel's eyes brightened. Indeed worthy of seeds specially delivered by the Malfoy family. This quality was even higher than those seeds blessed by Demeter's chalice in his possession. Even the reward types were more diverse.

An additional ability to purify Chizpurfle grass! Looking at this ability, he was even more pleased. Chizpurfle grass had always been a favourite among many upper-class wizards. Especially older ones, who were particularly enthusiastic about smoking Chizpurfle grass.

It was said that even Nicolas Flamel was quite addicted to this magical plant. Sometimes, upper-class wizards would even hold special sharing sessions for certain new varieties of Chizpurfle grass. Master-tier wizards from various fields would appear at these gatherings, with specifications higher than some industry academic conferences.

Therefore, people often joked that high-quality Chizpurfle grass was a ticket to enter upper-class circles. An important standard for judging Chizpurfle grass quality was whether it could remove the spicy off-flavour, making the taste as smooth as possible. This required various methods to purify the Chizpurfle grass.

Each top-tier Chizpurfle grass plantation used different purification methods... their foundation for survival. But now, he could harvest this purification ability from Chizpurfle grass. The highest quality seeds, combined with purification ability stacked to a certain tier, might bring a tiny bit of shock to the entire market.

Never mind making money. Sometimes, it might play unexpected roles. His face was full of satisfaction. He carefully stored the briefcase, then hurried back to Sprout Island. The Chizpurfle grass planting had been delayed for some time. Now he needed to plant them quickly.

At this time, after this period of labour, Eugene and the trolls had become quite skilled at farming. They expertly ploughed furrows across the fields. One by one, Chizpurfle grass seeds were then planted by him. Soon, the entire field emanated the special aroma of Chizpurfle grass seeds.

Just now, the scent made Eugene feel pleasant and intoxicated. "When I was at the Lockman house, I saw him smoking Chizpurfle grass with several editors. But that smell was much worse compared to this."

Eugene excitedly looked at this field, his mind couldn't help but fantasise about a beautiful future. He was also looking at this field now, but compared to the Chizpurfle grass, he was more focused on the dense array of light orbs. These all represented Bronze-tier mental enhancement rewards.

During this time, he had increasingly experienced the benefits of controlling his mind through Occlumency. Whether focus or learning efficiency, both were much stronger than before. But this still placed some burden on his mind. Even Occlumency masters like Snape constantly wore expressions of fatigue.

But if his mental strength increased further, the duration of flow states could undoubtedly extend significantly. Even the depth of flow states might rise with mental growth. Focus and efficiency could improve even more. The benefits would naturally be tremendous.

All of this would only be realised after harvesting this Chizpurfle grass. He took a deep breath.

"Sprout Island's climate is very suitable for Chizpurfle grass growth. Combined with fertile soil and quality seeds. If we also count Demeter's chalice effects, it might not even take a year. By mid-second year, I should be able to harvest all this Chizpurfle grass!"

At this time, all currently cultivated land on Sprout Island was in use. In his view, a large area of the island was completely covered by dense reward light orbs. This matter was finally settled. Now just waiting for harvest.

Then he left Sprout Island and returned to Hogwarts again. This way, only one final matter remained. That was figuring out why trolls in the Forbidden Forest were abnormally gathering, then finding a way to recruit more trolls to Sprout Island.

He walked toward the library and began searching through that pile of troll literature again. Time passed minute by minute. Soon approaching the daily time limit he had set for this matter.

Just as he thought today would be fruitless like before, and he should turn to runic script copying practice, his gaze fell on a paper in the stack. The paper was titled "A Hypothesis on Troll Bloodline Origins and Social Structures".

Compared to literature he had read before, this paper's intent seemed unusually bold and extraordinary. The signature on the paper's cover particularly caught his attention.

"This name is... Quirinus Quirrell? The two-faced spy?!"

He truly hadn't expected to see Quirrell's research paper on trolls here. He looked at the time on the cover again, his eyes showing some surprise. "Calculating this, it was written when Quirrell hadn't graduated yet?"

But thinking about it, this wasn't strange. After all, Quirrell was a Ravenclaw academic elite. Attempting to publish in academic journals while still in school was indeed something Ravenclaw elites would pursue.

Moreover, even now, whether it was that Halloween probe or the Philosopher's Stone obstacle he helped set up, everything was related to trolls. This showed Quirrell indeed had skills in dealing with trolls, probably knowledge accumulated during his school days.

His face showed curiosity as he opened the paper. The content immediately brightened his eyes.

"Trolls are among the few magical creatures in the wizarding world with humanoid appearances, possessing low intelligence and communication abilities with humans. Besides this, these magical creatures' behaviours have many similarities with humans. Such as living in groups, cooperative division of labour, and making tools. Research has confirmed that adult trolls even tell stories in unique language to newborn trolls. Among trolls, there are even unique legends belonging to them. I believe this magical creature's bloodline origins and social structures still have many research points. I completely collected troll legends from known large settlements worldwide and boldly reached the following conclusions..."

His eyes showed curiosity as he turned the page. What he saw next made him unable to help exclaiming softly. Quirrell presented this viewpoint:

"Trolls' ancient legends, even from settlements distributed across different continents, are strikingly similar. The earliest myths all start from the Olympian era. In those myths, trolls didn't use modern terms to refer to themselves, frequently mentioning an ancient word for self-identification. That word was 'Titan Giants'—the most powerful race in legendary Olympian times, called 'Divine Wizards'. Therefore, I propose a hypothesis: trolls are actually descendants of Olympian-era Titan Giants. After the Olympian era's destruction, troll bloodlines rapidly deteriorated. Over thousands of years, they devolved from noble Titan Giants into the current foul-smelling, low-intelligence, despised trolls we see. But theoretically, just as mixed-blood wizards might produce incredible geniuses, among trolls there might be rare cases where individuals have particularly concentrated Titan Giant bloodlines. Such trolls would possess higher intelligence and could even master some ancient, powerful magic from the Titan Giants. In troll legends, such individuals are called priests. After priests are born, troll settlements spontaneously perform rituals under the priest's guidance, as depicted in murals from one troll settlement. Though I haven't found any actually existing troll priests, I created a spell for mental communication with trolls, allowing us to bypass trolls' impoverished, stuttering vocabulary for more efficient communication. By continuing this research topic, we might hope to uncover trolls' true bloodline origins."

Seeing Quirrell's theory, his eyes showed amazement. This was his second time hearing about Olympian-era Titan Giants. Last time was from the North Sea Kraken. The credibility was there. He hadn't expected Quirrell to discover this through troll settlement legends, even making the speculation that trolls were Titan Giant descendants.

Undeniably, Quirinus Quirrell was extremely intelligent! But this made him even more puzzled. According to Quirrell's description, digging deeper into this topic might really uncover things about Titan Giants. Even extract Titan Giant bloodlines. According to the North Sea Kraken, this was power even Salazar Slytherin had once sought.

"With such a path before him, why did Quirrell venture into the forest, stubbornly seeking Voldemort's remnant soul, attempting to subdue Voldemort, only to be instantly defeated and parasitised?"

Seeing the rejection stamp on the back of this paper, he suddenly understood. This paper hadn't been accepted by any journal but was returned and preserved in Hogwarts library as a student work. Even below the rejection stamp were harsh comments from several reviewers.

"Nonsense, what Titan Giants... this is a paper, not some mythological story!" "This isn't a paper an excellent Hogwarts student should write. I deeply worry about Hogwarts' current teaching quality."

A reviewer with a surname among the Sacred Twenty-Eight, obviously pureblood, was insulting to Quirrell. "Trolls using magic? I'd rather believe monkeys can wave wands. Did you get assimilated by trolls from studying them? Merlin's beard, what sin did I commit to see such a foul-smelling paper? Get lost; you're blacklisted. Journals I review will never allow such fools to publish articles!"

Below these comments, nail scratches could be seen repeatedly scraping. Even on tough parchment, damage remained. Finally, there were chaotic ink marks from quill scratches, like venting. Quirrell only left angry curses.

"A bunch of fools! Mediocrities! Self-righteous trash who don't understand genius thinking at all! Having incompetent people like you manage this world, occupying lofty positions, and enjoying fame... it's an insult to talented people. Just wait and see, I'll make you grovel at my feet!"

He exhaled softly. It seemed this was why Quirrell, even after obtaining a Hogwarts teaching position, still stubbornly went alone into the forest to seek Voldemort's remnant soul, according to his speculation. He didn't tell anyone, going alone. Apparently learning from this paper's lesson, believing genius ideas were incomprehensible to ordinary people, and completely planning to go it alone.

He shook his head with some regret. He deeply despised the two-faced spy. But Quirrell, before being parasitised by Voldemort, was undeniably a genius. Without this incident, Quirrell's future would have been truly limitless. Unfortunately, one wrong step made it impossible to turn back.

Even though current Quirrell could easily enter and exit the Forbidden Forest and even directly control trolls to attack, he'd probably completely lost interest in trolls' supposed bloodline origins.

Soon, the regret in his mind dissipated, attention returning to this paper's inspiration for him. The paper mentioned something... settlements with troll priests would spontaneously perform rituals under the priest's guidance.

Could the current abnormal troll gathering in the Forbidden Forest be related to so-called troll priests? He narrowed his eyes. He didn't completely believe the conclusions of Quirrell's paper. Though the paper had excellent intent, substantive evidence was indeed lacking.

But he happened to have a group of trolls who'd lived in the Forbidden Forest. Previously, due to trolls' comprehension abilities and vocabulary being too limited, it was difficult to communicate complex matters with them. But now, he had a method.

His gaze fell on a spell Quirrell left in the paper. Quirrell called it the Troll Communication Charm. He carefully studied this spell. Moments later, his eyes suddenly showed delight.

"This spell... Quirrell really has something!"