Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 47 Potions, Not Herbs

Snape was a man who didn't like to waste words, so when he came back and handed Owen a box, Owen didn't even ask what was inside. After taking it, he disappeared on the spot with a "snap".

He's already very skilled at using the illusion technique.

Snape nodded to himself. Whether this trick was used well or not could be judged by the sound. The louder the sound of magic compressing the air, the less skilled the user was. The softer the sound, the more skilled the user was.

Hearing the little wizard use this move now, it's clear he's improved quite a bit since before the holidays.

"Professor Snape, Mr. Owen, which house are you from?"

"He doesn't have a sorting system, so he can go to any house. You'll find out when you get to Hogwarts."

The little witch was a bit confused. Her older sister had only mentioned that the person who assigned the homework was a person named Owen. So, during this time, she was both angry and curious. Although she was young, she was not ignorant. When her older sister mentioned Owen, her eyes changed.

I met the person today, and it seems like they're nothing special!

The little witch went with the professor to buy school supplies and completely forgot that Owen didn't use his wand or cast any spells when he left.

Snape was used to it, but the little witch... hadn't reached that level yet and couldn't see the other's strength at all.

Beakers, tongs, stove, fuel, and countless kinds of medicinal materials, half of which were processed and half of which were not.

Very comprehensive!

Irving calmly tidied up the basement, took out the necessary medicinal herbs, sorted and arranged them, and after mentally reviewing them, he began to work.

First, process the medicinal materials, then preheat the pot, and finally add the medicinal materials and liquid.

That's why in ancient times, ordinary people defined wizards as evil.

Putting aside what we've said, let's just talk about making potions. If you put in one ingredient, there's a burst of blue light; if you put in another ingredient, there's a burst of red light. If you know, that's because the ingredients and the potion have undergone a magical reaction. If you don't, you can imagine all sorts of things!

Why is Potions class held in the basement?

That's why; otherwise, during Potions class, the whole castle would be flashing like a nightclub...

A pink recovery potion.

This is the improved drug, but Owen suddenly realized that although the drug was made, there was no way to test it. In any case, he certainly wouldn't dare to drink it himself, in case there was something different in it.

This magic, ah, cannot be defined by science.

It's not appropriate to have someone test the drug on. If I accidentally harm someone, I'll really become a dark wizard. So... I should just keep it sealed away for now and go see Professor Snape when school starts. He may have a sharp tongue, but he's really good at teaching. As long as I have a good attitude, I can still learn a lot.

However... let's make the normal potions first. Make two of each kind of potion: one normal one and the other modified according to my own ideas. That way, we can do justice to these medicinal materials.

Time passed slowly, and after all the herbs in the box that had been enchanted with an expansion spell had turned into various potions, it was almost time for school to start.

"Molly, Xiaobai, pack your things, we're going back to school a day early."

The young wizard can't fly on a broomstick and doesn't teleport, so he can only travel by train. But Owen is different; he can teleport long distances, so there's no need for him to waste time and money on a ticket.

"Snapped!"

After a soft sound, Owen arrived at the school gate carrying a box, a big cat on his back, and a phoenix on his head. The two of them headed towards the Forbidden Forest together as soon as they arrived, while Owen found Filch first.

"Sir, look, these are some small items I made for you. This one can cast Whirlwind Sweep, this one can cast Levitation, this one is a Leg Locking Charm, and this one is an Illumination Charm. This will make your job much easier. If any disobedient kids run out for a night stroll, just use the Leg Locking Charm and see if they can still run away!"

Listening to the young wizard's explanation, the gatekeeper's eyes reddened: "Mr. Owen, I..."

"Let's not talk about those things between us!"

Owen chuckled as he stroked Mrs. Lorris's lap, "I suggest you use it more often to get your magic flowing. Who knows, one day you might be able to pick up a wand and become a wizard yourself."

Filch cried, cried loudly, cried very hard!

But the little wizard who came out of his room was smiling quite brightly...

Back in his room on the eighth floor, Owen tidied up briefly before taking his suitcase to the basement. Sure enough, Professor Snape was still making potions. Looking at the liquid that had begun to emit a pale golden light, he knew without even smelling it that this was the legendary potion of luck.

"Please sit down to the side, I'll be done here soon."

Irving didn't sit down. He chose a spot, took out the potions he had made, along with the shelf, and then sorted and arranged them.

On the left are the normal potions, mostly in cool colors like blue. On the right are his improved potions, which come in all colors. The most amazing one is a purplish-red one that bubbles on its own without needing to be heated. This potion is Bone Regeneration Elixir…

After finishing stirring and adjusting the heat, Professor Snape walked over and stared blankly at the two potions on the shelves.

He glanced at the normal potions on the left; they were all excellent, which was to be expected. But the potions on the right shelf were truly… interesting!

Because more than half of them, even he, a potions master, didn't recognize what was inside.

"This is……"

"This is an energy potion, but I reduced the calories by one-third and added the third to fifth ingredients in three separate doses. That's how it turned out."

A cold smile appeared on the professor's face. He looked at the potion, which had turned from bluish-green to red. He simply opened the bottle, fanned it with his hand, and then closed it. He then examined each bottle one by one. He didn't need the little wizard to explain; he only needed to compare it with the potions on the other shelf to know what they were.

"Very good, Mr. Owen, I must congratulate you. You have successfully developed an unprecedented poison, and not just one, but..."

Looking at the number of medicine bottles on the shelf: "A total of thirty-four kinds, twenty of which I cannot immediately make an antidote for."

Has it failed?

But Irving wasn't discouraged; on the contrary, his eyes lit up even more: "Thirty-four? Does that mean there are two more that were successful?"

"Those two..." Professor Snape's smile widened even more, "are more poisonous than all thirty-four combined, and with my current level of expertise, I cannot create the corresponding antidotes."

Okay, the other two weren't successes, they were even more toxic...

Owen pulled out a notebook: "Professor, this is my potion-making notebook. Although they all failed, they helped me eliminate errors, so I'm requesting permission to use the potion classroom and various medicinal herbs."

"Sure, but you can only use it when I'm around."

"Okay, then I'll head back now."

The little wizard left, while Snape carefully put away all the colorful potion bottles. Potions, potions, how can they be called potions if they're not magical?

Besides, no one says that potions have to be for healing and saving lives. Poisons are also a type of potion!

Moreover, he didn't blame the young wizard for wasting the herbs. On the contrary, he was very happy, really happy, because making potions according to the recipe would never make one a potion master. Only by constantly innovating and creating real, qualified potions through innovation can one be called a master.

Moreover... it's not all failures; there are also successes.

It's a mutated tranquilizer. Although it has changed from milky white to purplish-black, its potency is three times greater than that of a normal tranquilizer.

Tomorrow is the first day of school. Owen went to the secret chamber and fed the basilisk some meat so that it would be full before going to sleep. But just as he was about to practice his magic, his hand stopped in mid-air.

"Tiaotiao, has anyone been here while I was away?"

The basilisk, or snake monster, came out again after hearing the little wizard's question. It hissed a few times to indicate that it didn't know, because it had fallen asleep as soon as the little wizard left.

"Alright, so you've stolen from here. I'd like to see... Hmm? These floor tiles were actually pried open from the inside out?"

Here, only one thing was buried: the notebook that Lao Ma had given him.

This is interesting. Owen stopped practicing and closed the castle entrance again. Where could a mere notebook possibly go?