It's time for Andrew to make a move next. When all the ingredients are mixed properly, you have to pour enough energy down to activate them. What matters is not the material on these entities – but the meaning that these materials represent, that is, what they represent to the person making the potion, and what they mean to the person who is going to use it.

The energy generated by magic comes from all sides. It can come from a particular location (usually some magnificent natural location), a concentration (such as Stonehenge in England), or from the human body. Magic that comes from within the human body is the best. Sometimes it's just pure mental power or primitive willpower, sometimes it's emotion or feeling. They can all be used as fuses to turn on magical energy.

Andrew has a lot of anxiety that can be used to stimulate magic, as well as a lot of anguish and stubbornness. Andrew muttered the necessary incantation prayer to the potion, repeating it over and over again, feeling a kind of resistance brewing, though outside of the physical senses and confines, but still there. Andrew gathered all of Andrew's anxieties, worries, and stubbornness, and shaped them into a big ball with the power and tone of prayer, tossed at the force of resistance. Suddenly, the magic left Andrew's body, like a pitcher throwing the ball out in an instant.

"I love this moment the most. Lao Bao said. At this point, both bottles of potion burst into a puff of green smoke, and foam spilled from the beaker's mouth.

Andrew sat down on the stool, waiting for the potion to bubble up, all the energy leaving Andrew's body, and the feeling of merging together was as if Andrew was immersed in a hot spring. Once the bubble had subsided, Andrew leaned over and poured each of the two potions into a sports water bottle with a press-closure closure, marking them with a strange pen that wouldn't fade - very clear. Since the Invisibility/Hair Growth Potion incident, Andrew didn't want to mix the two potions together.

"Andrew, you won't regret it. Old Bao assured Andrew. "It's the best potion you've ever made. “

"That's what you need, not me. Andrew grumbled indignantly. Andrew now feels like he's wasting his time – a complete waste of time, configuring a so-called love potion, what's the use of this thing?

"Of course, of course. Lao Bao agreed. "You have the final say, Andrew. “

Andrew walked around the room, extinguished the kerosene stove and all the fires, and climbed down the ladder back to the basement without saying goodnight. While Andrew was doing these things, Old Bow was still smug on the sidelines.

Andrew staggered to the edge of the bed and collapsed. Crookshank Hill has always climbed into bed and slept on Andrew's lap. Andrew waited for it to come up, and after a few seconds it appeared "The day is over again, I wonder what tomorrow will bring?" Andrew muttered to himself, "Tomorrow I have to talk to the vampire, and I have to continue to find my missing husband, and I don't want the Ministry of Magic to fall..."

And all this is just the most basic thing, and the world is still inevitably sliding into darkness......

What a pleasant thought - Andrew sighed slightly, even if Andrew was sure that he had become a first-class wizard now, and it was possible to win against wizards like Professor McGonagall and Severus, but what could he do? Even if a demigod like Queen Anne faced the will to destroy, he was like an ant....

The resilience of the doomsday warrior for so long saved Andrew again, and although he knew that he did his best, the consequences might still remain the same, but Andrew was still used to doing it, fighting--- and fighting as long as he was alive.

The flames faded from Andrew's eyes, and he sat cross-legged and began his evening practice.

The next night Andrew went to meet the female vampire.

Andrew, of course, didn't jump out of bed and go to her right away, you can't just break into the tiger's den without incident, you should have a good breakfast first.

Andrew's breakfast came at about three o'clock in the afternoon, and he spent the morning studying the magic pattern formation in the laboratory where he had cast the enlargement spell, trying to incorporate a set of defensive spells into Transfiguration to make a treasure.

It wasn't until Hermione knocked on the door that Andrew pulled out of the intricate pattern.

"Uh--" Andrew muttered.

"Andy. Hermione said. "What can you tell me?"

Hermione's voice sounded urgent. When she's nervous, her voice is noticeably sharper, which makes Andrew refocus more quickly and return to the girl in front of him.

It seems that Hermione's investigation into the thug's murder case is not going well. "Not yet. Andrew said.

Andrew lied a little to her. "I've been busy all this time and haven't found anything. “

She glared at Andrew, who guessed that the meeting between her and the two ministers was not pleasant. "Andy, this won't work. I need answers, and you should have given them to me a long time ago. “

"I'll find out as soon as I can. “

"Hurry up. She muttered. She was angry, Hermione rarely did, but it was a sign that something was wrong. Some people panic when they are in trouble or trouble, and some people break down. Hermione was annoyed.

"Has the minister come to trouble you again?"

Since fully knowing that the world exists, the female prime minister seems to feel that all the unsolved cases should be handled by wizards--- which makes Hermione and her team miserable, some cases are obviously not related to wizards, but because it is difficult to solve cases, Hermione's team is also required to investigate--- and there is time Hermione feels that what they need is not a consultant witch, but Sherlock Holmes to regenerate.

"The Prime Minister thinks she is Alice down the rabbit hole, and all of them seem to be explained by magic, and you wonder what else magic can't...", her tone was as sour as a ripe lemon. "Andy, I'm serious. Hurry up and help me find the answers I need, quickly. I want to know if this was done with a curse, and if so, by whom, and by what means. Names, places—I need to know them all. “

"It's not easy, little--"

"Then make it easy. How long will it take you to tell me? I'm going to give them two more reports tonight, and if there's no progress, I don't know how the prime minister will mock me.... I hate failing a grade!"

Andrew grimaced. If Andrew could have gotten anything from the vampires, maybe Andrew would have been able to help Hermione with her investigation - but in vain, Andrew would have to spend the night doing something unconstructive, and Hermione needed answers right now. I don't know if Andrew should make a potion of sobriety. "Does the minister also work on weekends?"

Hermione snorted and said, "Are you kidding?"

"Then I'll give you a message on Monday. “

"Will you be able to do it then?" she asked.

"I guess so, I'll do it tonight. I think there will be a breakthrough. “

Hermione hesitated, as if she felt a little too strong. "Andy, is that dangerous, do you need me to arrange some manpower for you, Auror or something, you know, I don't mean it has to be, I just want you to help me..."

Andrew smiled at Hermione, "It's not just helping you, it's also helping me, after all, I pulled you into the Ministry of Magic in the first place..."

Hermione smiled again, and she moved closer to Andrew so that they could see each other's reflections through each other's eyes, "Anyway, Andy, stay safe...."

"Did you meet that vampire today?

"The monster doesn't give any news to us, just smiles, nods and smokes, chats, and stilts. You should look at the drooling faces of those Night Hunters. “

"Oh. So be it, Min, if I--"

"No, Andrew, absolutely not. You must not go to the velvet room, you must not talk to the woman, you must not intervene. “

"Hermione. Andrew said in a long voice. "Are you jealous?"

"Less gold on your face. Andrew Lee, besides, we've already asked, she's not going to say anything, you're wasting your time. “

"Hehe, I'm so impressed. “

"Andy, if you go to see that woman, I'll flatten you to make you even more moved. The flush spread across her face and she hammered Andrew in the chest with her small fist.

"Hey, Hermione, calm down. If you don't want me to go, no problem. "Oops, Andrew lied. If she finds out, Andrew will be slaughtered.

"Andy, you really can't lie, bastard, I should have locked you up lest you--" The two were so close that Hermione, with her feminine talent, immediately sensed that Andrew was unimpressed and would not keep his promise.

"What did you say?" Andrew's eyes flickered quickly. "Well, my experiment is still a little unfinished, and I'm so hungry, so you still have something to do in the afternoon, go and do it......"

Hermione gave Andrew a suspicious look, and she snorted and left.

Crookshank slowly walked up to Andrew's side, grinding Andrew's feet. The phone rang, and as Andrew bent down to unplug the cord, its dark green eyes looked at Andrew.

"Crookshan, are you hungry?"

Andrew prepared breakfast for it and Andrew himself. The leftover steak sandwich was given to it, and the hot pasta on the charcoal stove was given to Andrew himself. Andrew took a sip of the last can of Coca-Cola, and by the time Andrew had eaten and drunk and taken care of his pet, Andrew was also awake and able to think - by the way, he greeted the sun as it went down.

The daylight saving time has not yet been implemented, and it will be dark around six o'clock. Andrew still has two hours to prepare.

Maybe you think you know a thing or two about vampires. Some of the things you hear may be true, and some of them may not. In any case, Andrew doesn't expect any useful information from the vampire's lair, Andrew thinks that things will get worse before the truth is determined, and Andrew has to make sure he can get out of it.

Witchcraft is a science that requires forethought and preparation. Wizards are not superhuman, but Andrew is blessed with the ability to see things more clearly than ordinary people, and can also make good use of the extra information gathered.

Kidding, the etymology of the word wizard is simply the same as that of wise. Wizards know everything. But wizards are not stronger or more agile than ordinary people, and they are not even much stronger in terms of mental power. But wizards are really good at tricks, and when wizards have the chance, they can do pretty things.

As a wizard, if you're well-prepared when it comes to solving problems, most of them will come naturally. So Andrew gathered everything he might need: a wand bag ready for use, a silver knife in its sheath and hung under Andrew's left arm, and a plastic sealed water bottle containing the escape potion in the pocket of Andrew's coat.

Take Andrew's favorite amulet with you, a silver pentagram attached to a silver chain - this is given to Andrew by Queen Anne, engraved with extremely intricate three-dimensional magic patterns that will ensure that Andrew does not destroy the whole world --- critical moment.

Andrew had several enchanted things in his hands - or half-attached. Enchanting all demons is expensive and time-consuming, and Andrew can't afford to enchant too many. If Andrew could go wearing an Auror dragon fur coat and wand, Andrew would feel more at ease. But this is like showing up at the vampire's gate with a tank, machine gun and flamethrower in hand, which is tantamount to announcing that Andrew is here to fight.

Andrew has to strike a balance between being ready to deal with trouble and finding trouble.

Remind you that Andrew is not afraid. Andrew didn't think that vampires would get into trouble for the sake of a mortal wizard. She wouldn't want to provoke the much-needed Ministry of Magic in order to fix Andrew.

"What do you think?" asked Crookshan, whenever Andrew had his outfit ready.

Crookhill walked to the door and kept banging on the door.

"Everyone is picky, nice, nice. Andrew sighed. Let it out, and then Andrew also went out, got in the car, and drove the car to the velvet house, which was located in a high-class area by the lake.

The place where the vampires did business was a large old manor house, built in early Victoria. It is said that a wealthy knight gai gave her a mistress to stay.

There is an iron fence next to the gate, and there is a security guard. A slender driveway leads from the street to the fence, and Andrew pulls the car into the driveway. When Andrew pulled the car over.

The guard on the other side of the gate was a sturdy man, not very tall, and his expensive suit believed his unusually muscular muscles. He looked at Andrew with his dog-like eyes, and then said behind the door, "Do you have an appointment in advance?"

"Nope. Andrew told him. "But I think the owner here will want to see me. “

His face was expressionless. "I'm sorry. He said. "The host went out for the night. “

It couldn't be simpler. Andrew shrugged at him, arms crossed, in front of the gate. "I'll tell you the truth, I'm from the ministry, I have something to visit here today, I don't think you want to get into trouble, right..."

He glared at Andrew, his eyes habitually narrowing into a slit as he tried to think. His thoughts were finally sent to his brain, and after processing, he sent back an instruction to "play tai chi". "I'll put your name in. He said.

"Well done. Andrew agreed. "You won't regret it. “

"Report your name. He growled.

"Andrew Lee. “