By the time Andrew got home, it was already two o'clock in the morning. The clock in the car is broken, but Andrew is still full of guessing the time using the position of the stars and the moon. Andrew was prostrated and exhausted, but Andrew's nerves were tense like guitar strings.

Andrew doesn't have a habit of sleeping, so he decides to do some alchemy experiments to make himself easier.

Andrew had always wanted to develop a normal and acceptable hobby that would be used to relax at a time like this. It's like Sherlock Holmes playing the violin or playing the organ like Disney's version of Captain Nemo. It's a pity that Andrew won't. Andrew is a lot like a magical computer freak. Andrew uses several types of magic and nothing else. One day, Andrew will have to find something right to do.

Andrew's place of residence is in the basement of an old, large and spacious house, the whole house is divided into many living units, the basement and the second basement floor Andrew rented, quite neatly clean. Andrew was the only tenant to rent two floors, and Andrew's rent was cheaper than all the people upstairs who had an entire window.

The house was always creaking and banging, and time and life were constantly inscribed into the house, brick and wood. Andrew could hear all the voices and personalities upstairs and around all night long. It's an old house, but it's singing in the night in a vivid way, it's alive. That's what home feels like.

A staircase leading down to the front door of Andrew's apartment, where Mister waited. Mister is a huge gray cat, and Andrew means really huge. Some of the dogs were miles smaller than Mister. He weighed in his mid-thirties, which was already "overweight," and Andrew thought his dad might be a bobcat or something. Andrew found Mister in a garbage can about three years ago, a lowly crying kitten whose tail had been ripped off by another dog or cat - Andrew has never been sure whether the dog or the cat did it, because Mister hates both, and whenever he sees another dog or cat, he either attacks or runs away.

Mister regained its self-esteem after a few months, and soon became convinced that it was the tenant of the apartment, and that Andrew was one of the creatures it was reluctant to share the space. Now it's looking up at Andrew and meowing at him in an annoying tone.

"I thought you were going to soak the horses. Andrew told it.

It walked slowly towards Andrew, rubbing one shoulder mischievously against Andrew's knee. Andrew staggered back to his balance and unlocked the door. Mister, as always, went ahead of Andrew.

Andrew's apartment was a studio, with a small room with a kitchenette in one corner and a stove on the other. A door leads to Andrew's bedroom and bathroom, and there is an open door on the floor that leads to the second basement floor where Andrew's lab is located. Andrew likes to make everything feel heavy - there are several carpets on the floor, tapestries on the walls, a bunch of trinkets and quirky knick-knacks on every surface where things can be placed, a staff and a cane knife in the corner, and a few bookshelves that are about to burst on the side.

Mister walked over to its nest in front of the stove and asked for someone to warm it up, and Andrew obediently lit the fire with his wand and lit an oil lamp. Oh, Andrew has electric lights and the like, but because these things are so breakdown, Andrew doesn't bother to turn them on again. Andrew's fate with the gas stove is not much better. Andrew tried to use as simple equipment as possible: a stove, candles and an oil lamp. Andrew has a special charcoal stove and a chimney to vent cigarettes, but no matter how much Andrew cleans, the whole house still smells of firewood and charcoal.

Andrew took off his coat and put on Andrew's thick blue fleece robe as he walked out of the lab. If you don't wear a robe in the lab, you'll be cold to death, and Andrew assures you that's why wizards wear robes. Andrew climbed the ladder to the lab, holding a candle in his hand, lighting an oil lamp and two alcohol lamps, and a kerosene stove in the corner.

The light illuminated the long table in the center of the room, while the other tables were placed against the three surrounding walls, and at one end of the room there was a space with a brass ring on the floor, fastened to the concrete floor with U-bolts. The shelves above the table were stacked with cages, boxes, bottles, jars, labeled containers, crisper boxes, a rare pair of deer antlers, a few animal skins, a few moldy old books, a whole row of notebooks full of Andrew's ghost drawings, and a bleached human skull.

"Old Bao. Andrew said. Andrew cleared space on the table in the middle and emptied the boxes, shopping bags, and plastic basins into the brass rings on the floor. Andrew needs a bit of workspace. "Old Bao, get up. “

Andrew cleared the shelves, but there was still silence. "Old Bao!" Andrew said, raising his voice. "Get up, you lazy bone. “

The two hollow eye sockets on the skull lit up and shimmered orange like candles. "Why?" said the skull. "Why do I have to get up and listen to bad jokes? Why do you have to tell bad jokes?"

"Less complaining. Andrew told him happily. "It's time to go to work. “

Old Bow, the skull, muttered a few words, which Andrew guessed was Old French, but Andrew didn't understand when he heard "It's unlikely that a bullfrog could be dissected." He yawned, and when his mouth closed, a mouthful of teeth slammed into each other. Old Bao wasn't really a talking human skull, he was a Dementor - as you may recall, a few years ago, after Andrew had just developed stripping magic, he experimented with a Dementor who had been stripped of his dark magic and turned into a soul-like state of nothingness.

After Andrew rescued Queen Anne for a long time, with the help of Queen Anne, Andrew finally succeeded in turning the illusory ghost into memories, although these memories were still fragments.

Not long ago, with deep soul magic, Andrew created a "home" for the ex-Dementor, whose job it was to remember things. Obviously, Andrew can't use a computer to store data or record the changing laws of physics, which is why Andrew needs Bao. He's worked with a dozen wizards over the years, which gives him a strong knowledge base – and a bit of a swaggering attitude. "Damn wizards. He thought in pieces,

"I can't sleep, so let's make some potion, how about it?"

"You're talking as if I have another choice. Lao Bao said. "What's going on now?"

Andrew first let Old Bao know all about what happened today, and he whistled (it's not easy to make a sound without lips) and said, "It looks tricky. “

"Pretty tricky. Andrew agreed.

"So be it. He said. "Let me come out and shake it, and I'll show you how to get out of this trouble. “

This sentence made Andrew very wary. "Old Bao, I let you out once, do you remember?"

He nodded in confusion, and his whole head creaked. "Sisterhood, I remember. “

Andrew snorted contemptuously and boiled some water with one of the alcohol lamps. "You weren't supposed to be a good guy when you were alive, so it doesn't seem like a big sin to turn you into a Dementor--- maybe it's the punishment you deserve. “

Lao Bao defended himself. "Andrew, you don't know anything about me. “

"Oh, yes? I don't think the academic expertise of peeping into other people's houses is any good. “

"Wait a minute, my academic expertise isn't just voyeurism--"

Andrew raised his hand. "Come on, I don't want to hear it. “

He muttered, "Andrew, you've distorted what I said about 'let me come out and rock'. You're humiliating me. “

"Old Bao. Andrew said. "You're a skull. You don't have any manly qualities to be humiliated with. “

"Oh, is it?" said Old Bao to Andrew, unconvinced. "Andrew, you are fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter! I can feel the darkness in you, a hundred times more dangerous than me... “

"Actually. Andrew told him. "You're right. “

Andrew's eyes turned from black to red. He said, squinting. "That's why I'm alive, and you're dead, aren't I?"

Lao Bao immediately fell silent.

"I'm going to make a can of escape potion. Andrew told him. "I don't want to spend the whole night, so can we go to work now? I only remember half of the recipe. “

"Andrew, you know you can make the second bottle when you make the first bottle. “

That's true. The process of mixing a bottle of alchemy potion is always a lot of stirring, boiling, and waiting, and you can definitely make another bottle and take turns. If you're in a hurry, you can even make three bottles at a time. "Okay, let's make an extra bottle then. “

"Oh, please. Old Bao reproached Andrew. "It's so boring. You should aim for breakthroughs. Let's pilot a new one. “

"For example, what?"

Old Bao's eye sockets sparkled happily. "Harry, love potion! If you don't want Andrew out, I'll do it! I know you can take that potion and—"

"Don't. Andrew said firmly. "Don't even think about it, there's no love potion. “

"Okay. He said. "Without a love potion, there is no escape potion. “

"Old Bao. Andrew said in a warning tone.

Lao Bao deliberately extinguished the light in his eye sockets.

Andrew roared. Andrew was tired and weak, and even in Andrew's heyday, Andrew was not a Type A personality. Andrew sneaked up and lifted Old Bao from his chin, shaking him all the while. "Hey!" shouted Andrew. "Get out of here, old Bao, or I'll throw your dead man's bones at the bottom of the deepest well I can find! I swear Andrew will put you in a place where no one in the world can find you!"

Old Bao's eye sockets lit up. "No, you won't, I'm too important. "Then it went out again.

Andrew gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself from crushing the skull to pieces. Andrew took a deep breath and used his years of training and cultivation as a wizard to control his emotions, not to destroy the treasure he had just made, but to put him back on the shelf, silently counting to thirty.

Can Andrew make potions himself? Absolutely. But Andrew didn't want to waste too much time on that. Andrew prefers spells and magic patterns to potions, and although he is well aware of the importance of potions, Andrew is reluctant to spend too much time on potions unless he has to.

Potions are a complex science, and many of the ingredients are focused on precision rather than the purpose for which they are made, as in the case of spells. Even if Andrew made a love potion, it didn't mean that Andrew was going to use it, right? And its effect would only last for a few days, and definitely not after the weekend, so how much trouble would it get?

Andrew did his best to rationalize Andrew's actions. In this way, on the one hand, it can satisfy Lao Bao's intentions, and on the other hand, it will also let him understand what Andrew is worried about. The Love Potion is the easiest potion in the world to make, and it won't burden Andrew too much. And, Andrew thought to himself, let's practice magic, he doesn't want to destroy this Dementor yet, even though he can easily crush him with the picture of hell—

No way. This is too much. Andrew asked for an escape potion. Andrew might need it when he gets to Hermione or Cho, and if things get too bad to get worse, he can drink it at any time to avoid unnecessary trouble. If Andrew had an escape potion in his hand, he would feel more at ease.

"Okay, old Bao, okay. You win. We'll do both, okay?"

The light in Lao Bao's eyes lit up cautiously. "Are you sure? You're going to do what I told you to make a love potion?"

"Old Bao, when did I stop making medicine according to the method you told?"

"What's going on with the weight loss potion last time?"

"Well, that's just a mistake. “

"And that anti-gravity potion, remember?"

"We've fixed the floor!

"And--"

"Alright, alright. Andrew complained indignantly. "You don't have to keep digging into previous scars – and those things are all whimsical and can't have been done the first time. Hurry up and get the recipe out. “

Old Bao laughed and complied, and for the next two hours Andrew spent the next two hours making potions. The process of dispensing medicine is actually pretty much the same. First you have to use excipients to make a base agent, then you have to use something to fit with the senses, and finally you have to use something to fit with the intellect and the mind. The eight ingredients are all mixed, and the herbs used in each potion are different and vary from person to person.

The escape potion required eight ounces of flea bone meal as an excipient, and the Andrew added a drop of olive oil, mostly for its taste. In terms of tactile components, Andrew added bird feathers into crumbs. Next, grind three ounces of chocolate-coated Italian coffee beans into powder and pour them in. Andrew shreds up a bus ticket that has never been used and puts it in it as an ingredient of wisdom. And a small necklace that Andrew broke in the past can act as a spiritual component. Andrew had used a piece of white cloth to store a swaying shadow, which was used for the occasion now, and Andrew spread out the white cloth and threw it into the herbs. Andrew opened a glass vial with the sound of rats running, and slapped the sound into the beaker used to make the potion.

"Are you sure it's going to work?" said Andrew.

"Absolutely, it's a super formula, you see. “

"It smells terrible. “

Old Bao's eyes flickered. "It's like this with potions. “

"What does it do? is it accelerating, or is it teleporting?"

Old Bogg smiled: "Actually, a little bit of both. If you drink it, it will turn into wind for a few minutes. “

"Turning into the wind?" Andrew looked at him. "Old Bao, I've never heard of this kind of escape potion. “

"Even if you don't believe me. Old Bao told Andrew. "You should also believe the books you showed me and made me memorize, and the books said that this medicine was useful. Andrew managed to imprint all those books into the Dementors' memories.

Andrew grunted as he boiled the first bottle of potion and began to make the second bottle. After Bao told Andrew the first material, Andrew hesitated.

"Tequila?" Andrew asked him suspiciously. "Are you sure that's it? I thought the excipient for the love potion was champagne. “

"What's the difference between champagne and tequila?

"Oh, I think it's going to cause some ...... Well...... More nasty results. “

"Hey!" protested. "Who's the Memory Elf? am I or you?"

"This--"

"Who has a lot of experience with potions? am I or you?"

"Old Bao--"

"Andrew. "Old Bao preached to Andrew. "When I was soaking my sister who was herding sheep, my grandfather was not yet born. You know what I'm doing. “

Andrew sighed, too lazy to argue with him anymore. "Alright, alright,, tequila. Andrew poured the wine, counted eight ounces into the beaker, and glanced at the skull.

"Alright, now add another three ounces of dark chocolate. “

"Chocolate?" Andrew questioned.

"Yes, women are the most obsessed with chocolate. “

Andrew muttered, Andrew was most concerned about getting it done quickly, so he measured the amount of material. Andrew also added a drop of perfume, an ounce of torn lace, and the last sigh in the glass bottle. Andrew also added some candlelight to it, and the pile of materials emitted a bright rosy glow.

"It's amazing. Lao Bao said. "That's it. Well, now let's get some more ashes from the burning love letters. “

Andrew winked at the skull. "Uh, old Bao, I just ran out. “

Old Bao snorted. "I think about it, look at the shelf behind me. “

Andrew looked at it and found two romances with incredible sensual pleasures on the covers. "Hey, where did you get that?"

"What I learned from the last time I went out. Old Bao replied happily. "On page 174, look for the section on 'Her milky breasts'. Tear that page off and burn it, then add ash to it. “

Andrew choked. "Will this be useful?"

"Hehe, women eat this set, trust me. “

"Okay. Andrew sighed. "This is the material of the mind?"

"Hmm. Bao said, shaking his chin up and down excitedly. "Now, add a teaspoon of diamond powder and we're done. “