With a goal, the support of his parents, and the guidance of Potions Professor Slippe, McGoth is now proud, and he has never felt so good.

1989 . 9 . 17, sunny

The weather was nice, I was in a great mood, and I didn't have to go to that nasty private school, so I felt like I could do more with less today. After breakfast in the morning, I couldn't wait to go back to my magic study, open the window, the sun was not strong this morning, the gentle sunlight shone into the room, it was a great feeling. But I think Xiaobai may not feel how good this feeling, he screamed a few times unpleasantly, the owl is a nocturnal animal, last night it may have waited for the rain to stop going out and waved all night, and now it is still making up for sleep and was disturbed by me.

But I didn't care about it, because I felt so good, I tidied up the messy table a little, tried a potion that I had failed before, this time I didn't follow the steps in the letter, I thought back to a few wrong trials before, and changed a few places based on feeling.

It worked!! I couldn't believe it, my faith was back.

It's amazing, this is the first potion I've succeeded on my own, haha, I'm so smart, I quickly wrote down the steps this time, and wrote the wrong steps before, well, yes, maybe this note will become like Riddle's diary, the half-blood prince's potions textbook, I was a little carried away.

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McGoth, who had just decided on his goal, was now a little carried away, the support of his relatives and the help of his professor made him ignore that he was actually just a non-mainstream wizard who was not even as good as a first-year freshman, and then after succeeding several low-level potions in a row, his head was hot, and he picked up the book and looked at the recipe and production steps of the elixir in detail, completely ignoring the last few words.

[Once you get it wrong, the consequences are unimaginable. 】

He was curious about the effect of the elixir, increasing luck? This unknown attribute that cannot be seen or touched must be curious and yearning for everyone, if you take the elixir, will you succeed in anything? Buy a lottery ticket and win the jackpot? Just buy a stock will climb steadily? Although he is not short of money, this feeling of winning the jackpot is still very tempting for him, all he needs is an excuse, and this is enough. He decided to give it a try. He had been longing for this magical potion in the novel for a long time.

But this potion is different from other low-level potions, and you need to learn a few spells to make this potion, but fortunately it is not a profound spell, McGoth has tried to use it a few times, although he has not learned it yet, it should not be a big problem, anyway, the boiling time of this potion is very long, it takes nearly half a year, so long enough for him to fully master these spells.

After he sorted the herbs needed for the elixir, his brain had calmed down somewhat, and his fanatical mood slowly calmed down. But he didn't realize the difficulty of making the potion, nor did he realize the consequences if he failed. He just wanted to give it a try, thinking that even if he failed, he could learn some lessons. That way he wouldn't have to ask Slip for some low-level questions.

Today is the first day, according to the requirements of the book, you only need to use the crucible to slowly boil a few herbs, you don't need to star, just set a clock here. However, his crucible was occupied, and he decided to wait until the first step was completed to buy a few crucibles and scales, as well as some commonly used utensils.

The first step was simple, and he did it quickly, he hurried downstairs and told Burton to go to the Leaky Cauldron, this time he didn't stop and went directly into Diagon Alley to buy the things and came back, it didn't take half an hour.

He was going to tell Slipp about the start of making the Elixir, hoping to get some help, but he thought about it for a while and forgot it, he didn't want to leave a bad impression of his ambitions, and it would be bad if he directly rejected his question in the future, so he should wait until he was done to tell him. In the meantime, though, McGoth could still ask him for other questions.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another month has passed, and such a long time is enough for McGoth to realize his shortcomings, and the production of the elixir has also encountered several questions, but they have all been resolved by him. He watched the process of making the potion several times a day, and had long since noticed the last sentence written at the end, but he still didn't care, he thought that the biggest danger was the explosion of the potion or the inadvertent creation of poisonous gases and liquids when the potion failed. For this reason, he specially asked his father to get a few sets of biochemical suits and a few gas masks from other sources.

In addition to making elixirs, he also tried other potions during this time, both unsuccessful and successful. Although he decided not to tell Slipp about making the elixir for now, he would occasionally ask questions about the elixir, especially if he was unsure. Slip had also been suspicious and sternly told him not to try those extremely complicated potions, otherwise the consequences of failure were not something that he could afford as a young wizard. At that time, when he saw Slipper's letter, McGoth also hesitated and thought about giving up, but he gritted his teeth and persevered because he was reluctant to work hard for so long.

Another month has passed, and the production of the elixir has begun to get a little busy, during which there will be a few things that need special attention, and he has now put all his energy into the production of the elixir.

By the third month, McGoth had been spending more and more time in his study, and his parents had already expressed their displeasure with him.

The fourth month was also December, Christmas was approaching, the castle had already begun to get busy, the festive atmosphere was getting stronger, and McGoth could not stay in the study often, and his parents would have prevented him from making potions if they hadn't seen him still in good spirits. However, as a request not to stop them, he must spend Christmas with them instead of hiding in the room.

In the penultimate month, he wanted to continue to hide the fact that Sli was making the Elixir, but because he encountered many problems that he couldn't solve, he had to ask almost all about the making of the Elixir recently.

Slip was no longer skeptical but sure that he had not listened to him, with a wild wizard who had not yet systematically learned potions to dare to make difficult potions privately, he could hardly believe his discovery, this kind of thing he would not have dared to think of at that age, that is called Magos. Will's little wizard is simply crazy, is he looking for death, doesn't he know that this level of potion can cause permanent damage and even death to his body and magic if he makes too many mistakes?

However, Slip thought that he might not have known these consequences when he was born in the Muggle world. He hated this kind of self-righteous behavior very much, but it seemed that Jaime had never done such a crazy act, no, not only Jaime, it seemed that no wizard had ever dared to make such a difficult potion before the age of 11, this was no longer bold to describe, it was self-defeating. For a moment, Slip didn't want to have anything to do with this kind of dead man. He sat quietly in his chair, the mood swings he had just generated disappeared without a trace, he looked at the little wizard's letter, recalled the gratitude and admiration of the little wizard all the time and the joy that could be seen in words after success, he took out a blank letter and began to write.

"I don't want people to think that this self-righteous wild wizard failed because of my guidance!"

After receiving Slippe's letter, the first thing McGoth saw was Slippe's extreme sarcasm and ridicule on the letter, which clearly showed Slippe's disdain for his indiscretion. This means that he has guessed what he is doing now. He was still able to reply, which made McGoth sigh uncontrollably. Then I looked at the back page, which was detailed about the precautions for the last two months of the elixir and the detailed methods of dealing with the herbs, as well as a spell that McGoth had never seen before, and it was written on the back to use this spell to replace the spell needed for the last month. Seeing this, McGoss's mouth opened wide when he smiled. With this, he will have a greater confidence in completing the production of this potion.

Now that Slip had found out, McGoth no longer hid it, first writing a letter expressing his ignorance, then regretting that he had not heeded the advice, and finally expressing his gratitude to him in the most sincere words. Then there are some of the latest problems encountered.

The letters from Slip that followed began with a mockery, followed by answers to his questions, in great detail, in case he did not understand, and some of the colors and conditions of the finished product he had made. This makes it easy for him to see if he is making the right one. He is very grateful for Slipper's selfless teaching, and secretly determined to improve his magic power as soon as possible to prevent the final tragedy from happening.

Soon it was the last month of Elixir making, which was extremely important, and for this he did his best to convince his father that he did not have to go to school this month.

Recently, he has been a little distracted, it may be the last expectation of the elixir, or it may be the caution and attention repeatedly mentioned in Slip's letters recently, he is not a fool, from the recent letters from Slip, it can be seen that the production of high-grade potions is definitely not as simple as he imagined, and the consequences of failure may be serious, and may even be life-threatening, right? It's impossible to stop potions now, so stick to it.

Time passed like this, from the initial nervousness to fear and regret, but when the last day came, he didn't feel anything.

In Potions class, Slip didn't bother with Gryffindor today, which made the Gryffindor people a little unaccustomed to it, and kept looking at Professor Slipp who was sitting in a chair and didn't know what to think.

What will happen to you? I hope your life is big enough, if you are still alive, I don't know what kind of expression you will have when you receive my letter at night......' Slip suddenly stood up with a blank face, which startled the student who was secretly following him.

"Class."