London is a little deserted in the evening, and you can clearly see every family enjoying a delicious dinner, the most important meal of the day. She can let you let go of today's exhaustion, today's grievances, today's hardship, and today's efforts. She allows everyone who has experienced the joys and sorrows of the day to enjoy her last moments.

McGoth, who was sitting in the car, was now on his way to the Leaky Cauldron, he looked out the window, if it weren't for his abnormal health today and he was busy seeing Slipper, he would have wanted to get out of the car and walk over and enjoy the feeling of walking alone through the streets of London. His parents knew that he was going to see the Potions professor at the future school, repeatedly told him to be polite, and hurriedly let him finish his dinner and pass.

It was incomprehensible for Magos to look at the vial of the dark gray liquid in his hand, how this small thing could have such an effect on his body without touching it. Those healing potions can also be seen as the synthetic effect of certain herbs, and this can no longer be explained by common sense, and sure enough, the existence of magic itself is incredible.

Thinking about things, he soon reached the door of the bar, which was invisible to ordinary people, and told Burton to leave first and then enter the bar as usual.

Maybe it's because of the evening, it's very lively today, and Magos finally squeezes in but doesn't find Slip.

'Haven't you come yet?' It's also a professor at school for him, and he shouldn't be able to go out so soon. ’

"Hey, Mr. Tom, are there any seats available, I've made an appointment with Professor Slipp to meet here. If it weren't for you last time, I might have to slowly explore this unknown world by myself. ”

"It's nothing, you're too polite, it just so happens that a guest over there has just left, you hurry up, maybe someone will come later."

"Then you're welcome, I'll go over and give me two more cups of sherbet."

"No problem."

Leaving the bar, McGoth walked over to the empty table and sat down. In the process of waiting, he politely rejected a few wizards who wanted to sit over, and told them that he was waiting for someone, and the wizards here were very friendly, and nodded disapprovingly and went to find a seat elsewhere.

It wasn't long before Slip emerged from the bar's fireplace, glanced around with emotionless eyes, and saw Magos, who was boredly drinking sherbet, striding over.

"Smack." The sound of the wand on the table startled McGoss, who was thinking about something, and looked up to see that it was Slip who had arrived.

"Hello Professor Slipper."

Slip gave him a sarcastic look.

"Unbelievably vigilant, if I were your enemy, you would be a corpse by now."

McGoth was accustomed to his tone, and he didn't feel anything after the letters were mocking.

"It's good that you're not an enemy, you say? Professor. McGoth returned with a pun in a nonchalant tone.

Slip gave him a deep look.

"That's ...... for sure."

"Okay, there's no time to talk nonsense, did you bring that failed elixir?" The words of the failed elixir accentuated the tone.

The corners of McGoth's mouth twitched, Slip's character is really difficult to have a good impression, and he really deserves to be the most controversial figure.

"Professor, you're saying this might not be a potion of failure." While quibbling with himself, he took out the medicine bottle and notes in the bag.

Slip didn't even look at him, picked up the vial, and looked at it carefully. Without raising his head, he asked:

"You said your body is often out of strength today? But haven't touched this potion? ”

"Yes, I promise I haven't been exposed to this potion, and I've found that it's not just the detachment, but the reaction shortly after I finish writing it."

"What's the reaction?" Slip asked, looking up and frowning.

"Well, it's the exact opposite of the detachment, and suddenly the strength becomes very large, uncontrollable, and there is no warning like the detachment."

Slip picked up Magos's notes and flipped to the Elixir to read them slowly.

Seeing that Slipper was lost in thought, McGoth drank his drink and wondered if he could get his potions textbook labeled Half-Blood Prince, but thinking about it, it was impossible, he didn't want anyone to know that he was half-blood, hey, the bloodline theory was really annoying.

Thinking of the pedigree theory, McGoth wondered if it was because of this that the technology tree of the wizarding world seemed to have been stagnant, and there had been no major changes for hundreds of years, and it was well known that the offspring of inbred marriages were mostly crazy idiots, and even if a genius occasionally appeared, there would inevitably be some hysteria. This can be seen from Voldemort's family, he himself is a genius, but his contempt for human nature is undoubtedly abnormal, his grandfather is a little neurotic, his mother's brother is directly a madman, his mother gave birth to him after being hit and even lost his life, there are of course reasons why her magic has declined seriously under despair and she herself does not want to live. But since she would sell the heirloom for ten Galleons, it means that she didn't want to die at that time, and McGoth felt that her death was due to the fact that she was not able to take care of herself, and second, she didn't know what to do at that time, so she could only use her subconscious way of thinking instead of trying to do something. This led to this tragedy, her practices are undeniably related to her family genetics, if she can be more strong, more rational and more logical, then the result must be different.

Thinking about it, McGoth felt very glad that he was not one of those so-called pure-blood wizards. Thinking about it again, it seems that the pure-blood wizards in the wizarding world are a little related, after all, there are so many pure-blood wizards, and it is estimated that there are very few combinations after three generations.

"I can't tell from your notes what caused the potion failure, although your steps are a little crude, but there should still be a good chance of success, this should be the mutation caused by some unknown prototype, this kind of example has been recorded in the history of potions, I can only say that you are really fatal, because those examples are not positive examples. Since you don't see any extra steps or mistakes in your notebook, it means that you don't know the real key to the emergence of this potion. However, from what you said that you have not been exposed to this potion, I think that the sequelae may not be caused by your contact with liquids, but by the gases automatically entering your body. ”

Slipper's words pulled McGoth out of his thoughts.

"Gas? But I was wearing it, and I was wearing ......" McGoth suddenly thought that he had made a hole in the suit so that he could use his wand, and it might have entered his body from there.

"What are you wearing?" Slipp asked impatiently.

"Well, it's nothing, I remember that my hands were exposed, doesn't that mean that there is still this dangerous gas in my study, so my parents are not very dangerous?" McGoth suddenly thought that the study was not a sealed laboratory, and suddenly stood up nervously.

Slip gave him a mocking look.

"Now that you know you regret it? Not very self-righteous at the time? How many low-level potions were made, do you really think that high-level potions are made the same as those? Stupid! ”

McGoth wasn't in any mood to discuss potions with him right now, his heart was now completely wrapped in regret, and he panicked at the thought that his parents might be invaded by this gas. Looking at the way Magos was now, Slip didn't bother to scare him anymore. said in a flat tone:

"Don't worry, that gas will only attach itself to the crafter when it is first made, and the rest will soon lose all its negative effects, no different from normal air."

"Really?" McGoth looked at Slip with wide eyes.

"Really." An irritated voice rang out.

"But that's not absolute, but at least that's what you do."

"Thank you, Professor, I was too reckless."

"You don't need to thank me, I just don't want people to think that your failure is the result of my teachings."

With that, Slip picked up the dark gray potion again.

"This is definitely not a magic elixir, its effect should be that people can't control their own power, you just absorb a little gas and that's it, then if you take all this potion may affect the operation of the magic power. It's an interesting potion, and I need to take it home and study it. You don't have an opinion. ”

Are you really asking for my opinion?" McGoth complained as he looked at Slip's flat expression.

"No, no, I'll give it to you since the professor is interested."

"I don't need to give it to me, I'll just use a few drops to see how good it works." Slip turned his gaze back to McGoss.

"This is supposed to be a brand new potion, and while its makers don't know how to make it again, that doesn't stop it from being born, and you can give it a name."

"Can you still have a name?" Magos asked with a look of surprise. This is a good opportunity to make a name for yourself in history, although it may be the only finished potion, but this kind of opportunity is really rare, should you call it 'Magos. Will's Elixir'. McGoth thought a little obscenely. But he looked at Slipp and said:

"The naming right of the professor is still given to you, if it weren't for your later guidance, it wouldn't have been born at all."

Slip looked at him with some surprise and said with disgust:

"I'm not interested, think about it quickly, but I still warn you, this potion is still very good, if you want to name it after you, I think there will be a lot of dark wizards interested in you, although they don't know that you can't make a second bottle of this potion."

Slippi said with a smile on his face.

McGoth got goosebumps from his laughter, but his words made him even more creepy, he was now a rookie among rookies if he was targeted by those dark wizards......... He was a fierce spirit. Stammered:

"Heh-hehe, how-how, I'm such a stinky person, I-I've already figured out the name......"