>> Adversity is like a strong wind, tearing off our coats but not our hearts, so that we can see our true selves.

When all the light shattered in the air, Liu Fanxu turned around and slowly walked to the wall next to the bed, approaching step by step, and when she was about to hit it, she seemed to be shattered with those lights, and completely disappeared into this room.

Layer by layer of halo spread out on the wall that Liu Fanxu had just approached, with water-like ripples, it seemed that the entire wall had become a deep pool, and the so-called wall that the eyes saw was just a reflection projected on the surface of the deep pool, which was like magic. Well, this is indeed magic, not a simple confusion spell, but a more complex circle. Liu Fanxu transformed her and Red's home, a one-bedroom apartment, into a house similar to the family's old mansion with a defensive attack circle, an impregnable magical fortress.

The rippling wall of water ripples gradually calmed down, and seemed to have regained its original appearance, and inside the wall, Liu Fanxu, who had just disappeared, was standing in the center of a magic circle drawn with golden lines at this time. This dark space was not the apartment next door, but a room of the same size as the one outside the walls, except that there was no furniture here, the walls and floors were empty, and every inch flowed with her magic, and under her feet, the complex circle of golden lines gradually disappeared, no, not disappeared, but merged with the space she had created.

Liu Fanxu's closed eyes slowly opened, his fingers moved lightly, and he put away the wand between his fingers. She looked around, and for a moment, the room was no longer empty, and the furniture that appeared silently was in place, and in just a few seconds, it was already a well-equipped potions room, or a copy of the old mansion. She stood in the middle of the potions room, in front of her beloved secret cauldron, stretched out her hand, her fingertips gently caressed the edge of the crucible, the familiar touch, made her Yan Sù's expression stretch into a smile, well, the fly in the ointment, it was not the one she had been using before, but the new one she bought this morning in the Magic Street.

She looked sideways at the wall that had led to guò when she came here, oh, you can't call it that now, or not from this room, it's completely transparent. Rhett's apartment was in full view, as if two rooms separated by a wall had been opened, unilaterally, because there was no view from Rhett's apartment. The remaining three walls, all covered by huge storage cabinets from the roof to the corner, in turn stored the books, medicinal herbs, and magic items she had purchased this morning. In the middle of the room, in addition to the fixed crucible, there is also a super-long quartz workbench surrounded by a crucible, about one meter and two wide, in a circular shape, on which various tools for handling potions are placed in an orderly manner, and a one-meter-wide exit is left in the direction facing Rhett's apartment, which is convenient for her to enter and exit.

Liu Fanxu chuckled with satisfaction, withdrew the fingers that were caressing the edge of the crucible, walked around the crucible and walked to the workbench, on which the potion materials she needed were already placed, she picked up and checked the intact properties of the medicinal materials one by one, and made sure that they were not changed or reduced by the magic power, and then picked up the scalpel-like knife. She never felt that working with herbs was a tedious task, on the contrary, her impetuous mood would be calmed by this long repetition, which only her mentor, Professor Snape, could understand.

Almost everyone couldn't stand the same herb over and over again, especially the sticky, disgusting material, so her mentor saw the job as torture as punishment. At the age of eleven, she had just entered Hogwarts, and throughout the school year, she would wander around the Potions office every time she was in lockdown in Potions class, in order to look at the floating, vain, pale figures, she would feel comfortable from heart to body at that moment, until the eve of the school year, when she was caught by Professor Snape.

She still vividly remembers the day she was dragged into the Potions office by the collar by Professor Snape, and the door was smashed behind her. Because she was a Slytherin, and because she was a girl, her mentor neither deducted points nor sprayed her with venom, he pushed her hard in front of a large vat of slugs, and ordered her to dispose of them all. She faced a large bucket of slugs and silently complained about her guess, Professor Snape was not a man who would care about a girl's self-esteem, and the reason he gave up spraying venom was that the bucket was even more disgusting than mouth.

It's a pity that she is not one of those delicate ladies who wait for the price to be sold, and marry with interests, she is also a nobleman, but she is an heir who will become the patriarch of a clan, she will not collapse because of this, her face will not be pale because of this, not to mention, she likes potions and likes to deal with potion materials, any materials. So, instead of what Professor Snape had hoped, with a smile on her face, she walked slowly to the workbench, sideways to take out a slug from the bucket, and began to deal with it without any psychological pressure, with the usual precision. From that point on, she no longer had to wander outside the door of the Potions office, she could stand inside the office every day, she became Professor Snape's assistant, and he became her only mentor.

Liu Fanxu picked up the stirring rod and stirred two and a half times counterclockwise, the potion flowing at a uniform speed in the crucible was perfect in color and luster, clear like crystal, at first glance it looked like some kind of expensive and rare potion, but in fact they were just a pot of the most ordinary crucible cleaner. Even the simplest potions made from her hands would be the most perfect, just like her dear mentor, the man who was desperate for perfection in potions, who claimed that he had spent his life chasing and studying the dark arts, and he claimed that his most desired position was Defence Against the Dark Arts, but she felt that his favorite thing was potions. The gesture of his stirring rod, his expression as he looked at the slowly flowing potion in the crucible, was full of deep love, an obsession engraved into the depths of his bones and soul.

He has been treated well by potions all his life, but he has always chased the dark magic that never belonged to him, just like his tragic love, which ended in nothing. She had never been her mentor, so she would never have followed the path he had chosen from the beginning, she stood in the shadows and silently trampled the thorns that entwined her legs, trying to fight for herself a pure land that no one had walked on. Until the end, no one knew what would happen and what the outcome would be, she thought that her end would be a blur of flesh and blood, but now, she stood here and started a new life. She did what Professor Snape wanted her to do, away from what had happened in that country, even if it was a little late.

With his wand between his fingertips, he lit the cauldron, and the crucible cleaner that had already served its purpose was swept away. Liu Fanxu extinguished the magic flame under the cauldron, walked back to the workbench, put his hand into his pocket, took out the dirty parchment paper from it, pinched the edge of the parchment paper with one hand, held the rolled part with the other hand, slowly unfolded it, and then put it in plastic wrap and flattened it, then spread it out and glued it to the workbench with magic. She raised her hands slightly, walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed her hands repeatedly.

Standing in front of the workbench again, Liu Fanxu picked up the pen and wrote down the plan he had drawn up in his heart on the hardcover notebook that he had spread out. In view of the twenty potions listed on the parchment, the boiling cycle is very long, each of which takes up one-third of the time limit or even more time, and if you want to do it one by one, you have to do the best, the end must be death, and only cross-boiling potions can there be hope. But to be familiar with every detail of boiling, familiar with each ingredient attribute, and even control the time and heat of each cross-boil, etc., to reach this level, it must be a potions master, and looking at the entire wizarding world, there are no more than three people who can do it now, as far as she knows.

Luckily, one of them was herself. As for the other two, one was president of the International Potions Society, a Ravenclaw over half a hundred years old; One was lying in a secret room in her old home, unconscious. Thinking of this, Liu Fanxu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his side eyes swept over the parchment wrapped in plastic wrap on his right, this should not be a trap, that Harry Potter is not enough to control the influence of the black market. Besides, just like this, if you want to find her, you can't help but underestimate her. Is it because the war has been over for too long?

"Humph!" She scoffed, lowered her eyes, and continued to write in her notebook. The only person who could recognize her methods when she got the potion was her dear mentor. Putting down the pen, Liu Fanxu twisted the stirring rod, clicked the crucible behind her, and put in the materials that needed to be added in the first step, she liked the feeling of urgency and alternation, even if cross-boiling was no longer a challenge for her. This is thanks to her mentor, the harsh Potions Master.

Even when Span Serred went to the FBI interview, he did not change his dressing style, and he was full of student flavor. The examiner frowned, looking at his tall but thin figure, with a disgusted expression, and he didn't intend to hide it at all. He thought that if it weren't for Jason Gordon's letter of recommendation, he wouldn't even be able to pass Span Serade's application, and he held such a contemptuous mood until he looked down at his resume, and the series of doctorates and the super high IQ that crushed mortals made him swallow his spit and resolutely hit Guò on his application form.

Red happily pulled the strap of the messenger's bag, he passed the preliminary examination, after the interview came out, he called Liu Fanxu as soon as possible, but he made several calls in a row and was not in the service area, he frowned and guessed whether her mobile phone was turned off, Spencer Rid, who was not a senior FBI agent at this time, naturally did not immediately associate it with terrible things, so he just struggled for a while, and then called Jason Gordon, he had the right to know the results of his interview.

After ending the call with Gordon, Red called Liu Fanxu's mobile phone a few more times, but it was still not in the service area, and he was a little worried, so when he saw Ethan walking towards him with a smile on his face, Red first expressed his joy to be able to pass the preliminary examination together, and then he was sorry that he couldn't have dinner with him. Ethan nodded in surprise, and before he even had time to ask, he saw Rhett, who had received a reply, trotting away. He opened his mouth and muttered, "Hey! This guy shouldn't have a girlfriend! ”

Red ran into the lobby on the first floor with an anxious face, George was sorting out the registration form behind the counter, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Red holding the counter with both hands, his face covered with sweat, panting, and looking weak from overexercise. George quickly stood up and asked worriedly, "Hi, Red, what's wrong with you, are you in trouble?" Red shook his head violently, he gasped, and said intermittently, "Hey, hey, George, huh, did you see Huliu leave?" George shook his head strangely, "No, she should be at home." Red turned and ran towards the stairwell, shouting "Thanks, George!" as he went. Rhett, who fought in the stairwell and steps, held his stomach with one hand and the escalator with the other. And Liu Fanxu was still standing in front of the crucible with a calm face at this time.