Back home, little Fracken threw himself on Morgan's shoulder, and Morgan was now worried about when, when he heard little Fracken's voice, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

He hurriedly hugged the little guy down: "Little Flecon, don't you see that I'm studying now, why don't you go out and play by yourself for a while." ”

"Meow ......"

"Okay, little Fracken, I know you must be bored, but I'm very busy right now, and I'll take you to play when I'm done with it for a while, what do you think?"

Little Fryken turned and ran out, and said nothing.

At this time, Mrs. Potts and Mr. Potts also came in from outside, and Mrs. Potts had a fruit bowl in her hand, in which were all kinds of fruits.

"Thank you, Mom."

At this time, it occurred to Morgan that perhaps he could ask Mrs. Potts for her opinion, and she had the most ideas, and maybe she would have what she wanted.

"Mom, Hermione and I are thinking about making a potion, but we don't know what to do, if it's you, what kind of potion do you want to be in your life?"

When Mrs. Potts heard this, she had already begun to fantasize for a while.

All kinds of delicacies and delicacies of the mountains and seas came to her mind, but many of these foods were things she couldn't make.

"Come to think of it, if it were me, I'd definitely like that potion that makes food delicious, so I can make the best food possible, and that would look amazing."

When Morgan heard Mrs. Potts say this, it was really like this, delicious food, maybe they could really make it.

Morgan couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this, the potion that changes the taste of food, it is better to learn some Chinese food, in the eyes of the British, there is no difference between oriental food and magic.

"That's right, Mom, I'm going to make some potions to try, these potions have unexpected powers, what do you want to do with them?"

Mrs. Potts instantly jumped into joy: "Wow, that's great, if that's the case, can you make all kinds of potions to make beauty and wrinkles in the future?" ”

"Okay Mom, I haven't gone to school yet, do you think this can be done by students who haven't been in the first grade, if, I said if, when I learn this later, I will definitely make this magic potion for you."

Mrs. Potts had a fantasy on her face, and perhaps she would never grow old and become the prettiest woman.

Morgan asked Mr. Potts next to him, "Dad, what do you think, what do you need?" ”

Mr. Potts didn't know what was in mind, and when he heard this question, he trembled: "Some of my colleagues in my unit have lost their hair, and they think that I want a hair growth potion, a potion that can make hair thicker, and if there is such a thing, it would be great." ”

"What your unit, that's you." Mrs. Potts pointed to Mr. Potts' hair and said defiantly there.

"Hair growth potion?" Morgan was somewhat interested.

"Yes, my friends are bothered by this! This is not something that the Force can deal with, and even the overlord of the big-nosed Chen can't handle everything. ”

As he spoke, Mr. Potts touched the hair on his head, feeling that his hair was going to become less and less.

Morgan looked at Mr. Potts' hair, and thought thoughtfully, there should be no such problem in the wizarding world, no matter who seems to have hair, and they also pluck hair from time to time to make polyjuice potion.

This shouldn't be a problem, but it seems that there is no record of this potion in the textbooks of the first and second grades, so it seems that I have to look for it.

While Morgan was contemplating this, Mr. Potts was also there, and he thought that if his son could make this potion, he would be the first to use it, and make his friends envious of him.

"Morgan, if you can really make a hair growth potion, then I must use it first, so that I don't have to suffer from hair loss."

"Okay Dad, but I can't do it now, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

Instead, Mr. Potts encouraged Morgan: "Well, sweet son, you can make a potion for hair growth." ”

Mrs. Potts still had a lot of ideas left unspoken, thinking that after Morgan went to magic school, she would make all kinds of potions, so that she would not have so many troubles.

"Morgan, you might be able to make a potion that removes stains without washing, so I don't have to go through a lot of trouble cleaning the dirty clothes you have changed."

"Oh, by the way, there's something bigger, it's going to make my hair longer, it's going to make perfume smell like it's going to be, and ............"

Mrs. Potts skewered a lot of things, but Morgan couldn't do anything about them, because he hadn't learned them yet.

When Mr. Potts watched Mrs. Potts' fantasies fall wildly, Mr. Potts shattered her dreams.

Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, Morgan shook his head helplessly, he took out a piece of paper and began to record the dreams of the Potts couple, although he was not sure if these things could be achieved, but at least he already had a goal.

The next thing is to check the books, but I feel that the books in front of me may not be enough, why don't you go to Diagon Alley again tomorrow and buy all the textbooks for the next few grades?

While thinking, Morgan flipped through the book in his hand, because to make potions, it was natural to start with the book "Elementary Potions".

At this glance, Morgan saw the night and closed the "Elementary Potions" in his hand, and Morgan realized that potions making was not what he wanted.

Even when Muggles had all the ingredients and followed the instructions strictly, they would not be able to make potions, as brewing them always required some magic to guide them, and sometimes a wand.

"It seems that it is a genius idea to bring Hermione in to study potions together, but in this way, Hermione's importance will increase, and it will be good to give her a little more money, but before that, I should change some of her ideas, let me think about it.

Looks like I'm going to have to run Diagon Alley again tomorrow! ”

After making his decision, Morgan glanced at the sky outside again, and finally collapsed on the bed, but this time, instead of holding little Flecon, he had his wand, Yucktrasil.